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218.833333	2021-07-06	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "justden_", "message": "`the bazaar`\n\nTwo Kagayakis walked through the baazar side by side, each carrying two boxes in front of her. \"Damn, Kenta was right this is much easier.\" One of the Kagayakis commented the other, who nodded, \"I know right? I completely forgot we could use clones for every day utilities too.\" \n\nIt was indeed a helpful ability considering the amount of things that had been on sale at the bazaar that day, lots of raw materials that she usually had a hard time finding, along with many old broken things she'd gotten by practically nothing but that she could smelt into useful items.\n\nThe two would wave at the occasional vender who recognized them, and other people would look at her funny. They'd grin simultaneously at the passerbys who did, and laugh when they looked away creeped out. Kagayaki had never been one to mind being alone, but this kind of took it a whole new level." }, { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "The Inuzuka duo had taken a shortcut through the bazaar on their way to Nichiraku's for lunch when Kota recognized a familiar scent among the sea of smells that made up the village's most colorful market. He skidded to a stop, wincing slightly as the burns on his legs he received on the last mission were tender - even under their bandages, and sniffed at the air to make sure. Kodamaru trotted to a stop alongside Kota, belly bandaged and his hair still growing back around his paws but walking without issue, joining his boy in trying to discern the scent.\n\nDetermining the person in question was somewhere down the next alley, Kota grinned at Kodamaru and gestured his head forward. \"Go get her, boy.\" Kodamaru barked and took off down the street, and Kota began running after him. He hadn't seen her since their mission - and while he still felt guilty for having to leave her in a bad situation - he was hoping he'd run into her again. He had an idea that perhaps she could make a reality.\n\nKota darted through the crowd and turned the corner, pre-preemptively calling out to surprise his friend. \"Hey, Kagayaki- ...Ies?\" He stopped abruptly when he noticed there were in fact two of her. He furrowed his brow in confusion as his momentum carried forward just a few feet away from here. Kodamaru had also stopped short, looking confusedly back and forth at the two Kagayaki." }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "\"Kodamaru!\" The two exclaimed in unison as the dog suddenly came into view, placing their things down approaching to rub the dog excitedly. \"You had us so worried, oh yes you did.\" The Kagayakis held back the tears of relief that threatened to leave their eyes as they saw the dog was okay. Kagayaki's own wounds from the mission had yet to heal completely, the top of their arms still covered in bandages.\n\n\"Hey Kota.\" They once again said in unison with a grin, acting like the fact that there were two of them was completely natural. One of them would stop rubbing Kodamaru and stand up, facing the owner of the pup. She too hadn't seen him since the mission and was glad he was okay as well. \"How you been? Everything ok?\" She gave him a concerned expression." }, { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "Was Kagayaki a twin? Kota had two older twin sisters that regularly tormented/doted on him, so that was his first assumption when he saw the two Kagayakis interacting with Kodamaru - who was eagerly receiving double the affection he normally would be. When one of them spoke to him directly he perked up a little bit - obviously the one who knew his name was Kagayaki and the other had to be her sister who had heard about Kodamaru from her.\n\nWith the two Kagayaki mystery solved - no the first mystery they would solve together - his stunned mental processes began to operate at normal speed again as he gave his prior teammate a wide smile. \"We were just cuttin' through on our way to Nichiraku's when we smelled you! Wanted to see how you were doin'. Also had an idea I thought you could help me put together? But uh...\" He paused, turning towards the other Kagayaki and bowing his head slightly. \"I'm Kota, nice to meet Kagayaki's sister.\"" }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "Both Kagayakis blinked towards Kota as he bowed towards the one still petting Kodamaru, who seemed to enjoy the petting regardless of the Kagayaki. The one on the ground smirked at him with a mischievous smile, and without saying anything else, puffed out of existence in a cloud of smoke.\n\nThe one beside him, the real one, started giggling uncontrollably, waving her hand at him as she couldn't help it. \"I'm sorry-\" She interrupted herself for a moment again before taking a deep breath and kneeling down near Kodamaru again. \"I'm sorry boy, that was just a clone, I'm the real one.\" She patted him comfortingly as giggles still escaped her.\n\n\"So you were saying you had an idea?\" She asked turning her head upwards towards him from her position on the ground as she calmed down, a happy smile on her face. The boxes she had laid down not forgotten but currently ignored." }, { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "Kodamaru yelped as Kagayaki suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke, instinctively backing away a few feet. Kota had a similar, albeit more quiet reaction. Quickly he realized it had been a jutsu - he did remember something in the Academy about a more sturdy clone technique. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the revelation, though luckily his clan's iconic red fang markings helped mask the boy's blushing.\n\nHer giggling was infectious, and soon Kota began chuckling at himself and the situation as she asked about his idea. \"Oh yeah! Think you could make somethin' like this if I got the materials?\" He lit up as he fished a crumpled up piece of paper out of his shuriken pouch and walked closer to hand it to her. On the paper was what looked like a T of red rectangles with potatoes coming out of the top and bottom and two on each side. Kota would beam proudly as she inspected his masterpiece." } ]	201.5	1,313
201.8	2021-07-07	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "justden_", "message": "Kagayaki perked up at the idea of making something, a builder and inventor, she was always ready to try to build something new. She wondered what it would be, Kota used close-quarters Taijutusu and armor technique, so it most likely wasn't a weapon or armor for him.\n\n\"Oh! Let's see.\" She took the paper and unfolded it, curiosity almost at its peak. She blinked at the paper once she was done opening it. She turned the paper every which way, trying to find a position that made sense of what he was showing her - to no luck, she could understand.\n\n\"Uhm..\" She looked up from it towards the beaming Kota, \"What's this supposed to be?\" She asked, meaning no offense and all her tone revealed was complete and utter confusion." }, { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "Kota wasn't offended, just confused; the \"Blueprint\" Seemed perfectly legible to him. Maybe his drawing was just too advanced? \"It's armor - for Kodamaru. He needs some sorta protection since ninken can't use Armor Technique. Somethin' sturdy around his body, but lightweight enough to keep him movin' at full speed. Like those suits of armor the samurai wear!\" Kota explained, enthusiastically.\n\nWith this new context and some heavy squinting, Kagayaki would be able to make out a head, tail, and legs of a ninken wearing some sort of o-yoroi inspired armor." }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "\"That's a good idea!\" She perked up as he explained, a smile coming across her face at the idea. Kodamaru had been pretty badly hurt on their last mission, so she'd do anything she could to help the little guy. Her smile disappeared as she looked down at the drawing. Knowing what it was helped, but... \"You gotta work on your drawing skills dude.\" She said flatly, once again no offense was intended, it was just her purest opinion.\n\nShe inspected the drawing, \"This is tail..\" She muttered and pointed at it, \"Or his face?\" She tilted her head, slightly confused, \"The T is probably the shoulders...\" The cogs of her brain were spinning at max speed, so much so Kota could almost hear them.\n\n\"Alright, I can do this. I think.\" She declared, once again turning the drawing in her hands with one last confused look. \"My neighbor should be done with his forge by now, let's head over there and get started.\" As hyper as ever, once she had an idea, she wouldn't back down any time soon." }, { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "Kota tilted his head to the side in confusion as Kagayaki commented on his artistic abilities. \"Really? Makes sense to me, but I'll work on it!\" He admitted, taking the criticism obliviously well. Seeing her confusion, he leaned over the paper to further explain as he pointed at the potato at the top of the T. \"That's his head, and those're the shoulder plates.\" He explained. From how close he was he could smell the faint smell of smoke - perhaps from a nearby store, or from Kagayaki's brain overheating trying to interpret his drawing.\n\nKota beamed when Kagayaki accepted the order and invited him to the forge. He scooped up the boxes that her Shadow Clone had and nodded. \"Thanks! Lead the way!\"" }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "\"Just follow me! Let's get you some armor shall we buddy?\" She rubbed Kodamaru one last time before she grabbed her own set of boxes, thanking Kota as she got up and started leading him back to her neighborhood. They would walk until they reached a poorer part of town.\n\nKagayaki lead him towards a large weapon shop, with several shinobi tools hanging at the door. She ignored the main entrance of the building and motioned for him to follow her as she walked around it and towards the backyard. Its floor was tiled with stone, and soon a smaller, open building came into view.\n\nInside was a forge and the many tools needed to operate it. A large bulky man was cleaning his sweat nearby and seemed to notice them, \"Kagayaki-chan, just in time, I just finished using it.\" He grinned at the little girl, who grinned back, \"Ferr-san, thanks, I'll be borrowing it again so let me know when you need help with anything.\" She waved at him, and he gave Kota a nod before entering the other building.\n\nShe set the boxes down and opened one right away, removing several pieces of thin wood. The speed of her hands and her overall jitterness clearly indicated she was excited to start working. The owner of the forge had probably noticed as well, which would explain why he left without saying much else. \"We should probably start by making a small mock-up and seeing if it's what you want?\" She offered, holding the pieces of wood in her hand and turning towards Kota." } ]	165	1,009
268.75	2021-07-13	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "Kota reached into his shuriken pouch and pulled out a stuffed coin purse that had a dog's face sewn onto it and grinned. \"Don't worry 'bout that, I have plenty of nichi to pay for it from our last mission.\" Kota remarked. They had been paid a truly staggering amount for their last sabotage mission, and since Kai and Kagayaki refused to take his cut, he was determined to use the money to benefit them in other ways - like ramen or commissioning dog armor." }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "\"Alright then I'll get started, you mentioned red right? I think he'll have some dyes here too.\" She commented, scavenging through a nearby cabinet until she pulled out a small can with a red label. She put it aside and placed an ingot inside the furnace.\n\n\"You said you could use the air pump right?\" She grinned at him, \"Let's see about that. We gotta smelt some of these into plates first, come on.\" She motioned for the pump of the furnace, grabbing a nearby flint and crouching in front of the fire pit." }, { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "\"Yeah! Bright red.\" Kota nodded enthusiastically when questioned by his color choice. One of the boy's fondest memories was from a number of years back during one of the village's fall festivals, shortly after he had received Kodamaru. He, his mom, his twin sisters, and all their ninken were watching a kabuki performance of the foundation of the village, and Asurama Senju was portrayed as a loud, affable, inspiring man in a bright red o-yoroi. Kota had latched onto that image, and aspired to be someone as great as Asurama one day. So the armor he had in mind for Kodamaru was that very same he had worn.\n\n\"Right! Leave it to me.\" Kota took off his jacket and tied it around his waist when asked to man the air pump, revealing a basic white tanktop on underneath that had the Inuzuka clan symbol handsewn in red thread with an orange sun around it onto the back of the neck. The boy's body was surprisingly toned for how scrawny he looked; shrapnel scars and burns ran up his arms and a long scar went across his right shoulder. But the injuries seemed not to bother him and jogged over to the pump. Rubbing his hands together quickly, he grabbed the handle and got into a comfortable stance, ready to work at it for as long as necessary. \"Ready when you are.\"" }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "Kagayaki followed suit, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt and exposing her entire arms, though she grabbed some nearby gloves for her hands. She pulled down the lens of the glasses on her head as she saw Kota get in place and lit up the fire, \"Go for it, make sure to keep the flames nice and big.\" \n\nUsually, she'd do it herself, or more recently use a clone for it, but with Kota's assistance, she could start focusing on the next part. She grabbed a nearby mold, placing it at the end of the furnace, and waiting for the material to melt. \"Now we gotta wait a bit...\" \n\nShe grunted, for her, it really was the worst part. If only one of them had a fire nature, that would have been very useful. She decided to start preparing while they worked, approaching Kodamaru with a smile, \"Let me just get your measurements buddy.\" \n\nShe retrieved a small measuring tape and measured the dog in several places, nodding proudly as he obeyed her orders and rewarding him with several rubs before going back to the furnace. The metal had melted a fair bit and she began pouring it into the correct molds, creating several plates of different sizes.\n\n\"You can slow down for now, just pump it occasionally to make sure the fire doesn't die.\" She chuckled at Kota and while she waited for the plates to cool, she opened another cabinet, removing several pieces of fine leather from inside. Kota would surely notice Kagayaki's expression and general posture were different as she moved around the forge. She was never shy, but here it was like her whole presence exuded confidence. In a forge was one of the places Kagayaki felt most at home.\n\nOnce the plates had cooled off slightly she dumped them into the water and watched the metal solidify and harden, she pulled them out separately with some pincers and grinned at Kota, \"Now comes the best part!\" She was very clearly excited about this.\n\nShe grabbed a nearby hammer and the biggest of the plates, placing it inside the furnace for a moment before pulling it out and approaching the anvil. She laid the metal sheet down on it and began hammering it into shape.\n\nHer strokes were strong and careful, clearly experienced. Despite being currently covered in sweat, the hammer in her hand would hit her target steadily, and quickly enough the plate began to bend and take shape. \n\nShe would repeat the process with the other plates until she had several pieces. She placed them all in a tank of water to cool down a bit. \"Let's try them one before I sew in the leather and the straps?\" She asked with a large smile, still excited." } ]	208.5	1,075
129.6	2021-08-04	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "justden_", "message": "Kagayaki had to admit it took her a moment to realize the added names were from their ninken and her face showed her visible confusion for a moment before everything sunk in. She smiled at Kota's description, noticing clearly that they were close despite the age difference.\n\nShe chuckled at the comment, \"Sounds like they're good sisters.\" She commented, approaching the barrel of dye and looking it over. She scratched her chin in thought and grabbed some gloves, pulling out the now red plates and grinned, \"How bout it?\" She asked, rotating the plate in several angles to reveal how everything was red." }, { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "Kota nodded enthusiastically at Kagayaki's summary. \"Usually.\" He remarked with a chuckle. He was about to ask Kagayaki about her own family when she checked on the plates and held one up for the boy to inspect. Instantly all other questions were pushed out of his head. He beamed and nodded even more enthusiastically. It was the exact color he had imagined in his head - almost identical to the color of the armor Asurama's actor wore. \"Yeah! That's perfect!\" He was excited to see it all put together. Not only would Kodamaru be safer, but he'd look really cool." }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "\"Alright then!\" Kagayaki celebrated as well and started removing the plates from the barrel and placing them on the balcony one by one. Once all the pieces were out, she retrieved the leather parts she'd been cutting and put them over the plates, checking if the sizes were about right and making adjustments were she had to.\n\n\"Well now this part takes a while, if you want to keep me company I'd appreciate it.\" She grinned, hopping onto a nearby cabinet with all the parts she needed on either side of her. She grabbed a needle and a leather string of sorts and began sewing the pieces together." }, { "author": "powerwordwill", "message": "\"We're not leavin' when it's so close to bein' done.\" He assured her with a smirk. The hospital had demanded he take a break from training until his legs healed a bit more and his family were all our on missions, so he really had no where else to be at the moment. Besides, Kagayaki was going through all this effort for them, the least they could do was stay and keep her company. \"Is there anythin' else we can help with?\"\n\nIt was only then that he remembered the question he was going to ask before the plates were revealed. It was Kagayaki's turn to answer a question. \"So do you have any siblings?\"" }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "Kagayaki shook her head with a smile, \"Not really, it's a simple job but takes a while.\" She explained, beginning to run the wire through the armor plates with expert ease, a content expression on her face as she focused on her work. \n\nShe chuckled at the question, \"No, I don't, single child here.\" She said, pulling the needle upwards as she finished a knot, a soft smile appearing on her face. \"I do have a best friend though, I think I've told you about her. Her's name's Pan, she's basically like a sister to me.\"" } ]	126	648
136	2021-12-12	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "saimonthemonk", "message": "\"Here's the fun part.\"\n\nA few more hand seals more were made, though he knew they likely wouldn't be useful he still needed to test out the strategy. He clicked the contraption inside his mouth to rupture one of the poison capsules, releasing its bitter contents into his mouth.\n\n\n\nIt wasn't a poison that could kill, but should it take hold? Well, that would slow things down massively." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Masumi recentered himself onto the clone, and prepared for what would happen next. His eyes widened as the poison left Tatsurama mouth. He'd let out a sigh as he attempted to make a plan for what he would do next. This was very clearly not water. Masumi jumped off of the clone's shoulders, weaving through hand seals. He'd exhale a bubble that circled around him and held him in the air as it floated towards Tatsurama. Masumi himself regained his balance and peered at the Senju below him as he floated in the bubble.\n\n\"That wasn't water, Tatsurama!\"\n\nHe'd yell at the Commander. The clone continued to stand in the swamp as the poison covered him, prepared to accept his fate. The original continued to float in the air above the swamp and dangerous poison." }, { "author": "saimonthemonk", "message": "\"Not enough light in the day for what I had wanted to do; however, the water I was going to fire at you was going to be poison-laced regardless. The end result would have been similar, though your clone is now about as good as a genin is at dodging now.\"\n\nThe poison directly affected speed and reflexes, combined it was meant to render some of a fighter's most precious tools null and void. Seeing the bubble above him now he was made aware of just how much he detested the power of flight but knew he had no real methods with which to counter it. \n\n\"Unfortunately, it seems I am out of time.\"\n\nWith speed unbound he was off, one step closer to his dreams of utilizing poison." } ]	151	408
333.333333	2021-12-25	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "rubbadubberino", "message": "Jaga connected, and the guy was sent back from the force of it. \"Not the only guy with big ol' biceps anymore, as you can see!\" However, Take seemed awfully sneaky about it, confirming what he had said. Jaga couldn't help but feel that something was indeed off. \"You holding back or something? You're quicker than this usuall-\" Then Take stomped the ground and focused. \"O-Oh, okay!\" The guy was probably gonna be trying some new level of gates or something. He was all veiny and stuff!\n\nBut, whilst he was preparing for the guy to dash towards him, he instead punched forward and... \"WHAT THE-!?\" He tried to sidestep it, but a forceful attack smacked against his shoulder. His armor technique trembled, as Jaga lost his footing, the Fist shaped thing pushing him into a brief spin before it continued flying against the wall... And cracked it. As Jaga toppled over, a little noose of a wire flew from his hand.\n\n\"What the heck was that!? Wind release or something?!\" Nah, it couldn't be wind release. If that was the case, His shoulder would be legit obliterated right now! Yet, he was still punched by what seemed like a pile of solid air! \"...Okay, I admit, I was gonna use some wires here to catch you off guard, but damn it, I was not expected you to pull ninjutsu on my ass all of a sudden!\" \n\nWait a minute, the guy hadn't even made hand signs. In the end, Jaga seemed to just be completely befuddled about what had happened." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"It's simple really, my friend. That was no Ninjutsu.\"\n\nHe grinned as he crossed his arms, and then it seemed like their training had gotten to a point where they were both exhausted. Well, Take surely was exhausted. He had managed to pull off a feat only the best Taijutsu masters in the entire village were able to pull off. It was quite strange to say the least. His body felt calm, but it also felt as if it was aching at the exact same time. All at once. That was quite a weird feeling. He sniffed, and then began to explain further.\n\n\"It was an application of the highest-ranking of Taijutsu. Once you get to a certain stage, you'd be able to create solid projectiles and constructs out of air by using your sheer will and skill in Taijutsu. Of course, that was probably beginners luck . . My whole body hurts after doing that, so I'll have to eventually train myself to not get hurt after using it. Anyway . . D'ya feel like you've improved? My whole body is screaming at me, I don't think I'll be able to continue.\"\n\nHe sighed, and sat down on the floor of the Dojo. He was happy he had gotten to do it, but he was still out of gas." }, { "author": "rubbadubberino", "message": "Jaga blinked, raising an eyebrow at Take. \"Eh?\" Admittedly, the ninjutsu part Jaga could could find out himself. He was pretty dang bruised from the attacks, but not exactly tired. His chakra reserves were basically drained though, and as he stood up, he was just looking curiously in Takes direction, waiting for some sort of explanation...\n\nAnd that he indeed got. \"...So you basically punch so hard that your punches gain range?\" Jaga said, perhaps simplifying it a little bit too much. In the end, the idea of it was of course amazing, just for the fact that this was all without hand signs and without chakra usage. \"Well, hehe... Whatever it is, it's pretty cool in the end!\" He walked over to Take and offered a hand. Only to flinch a little, pull it back, and offer his left instead. \"Well, you can certainly bust a shoulder with that, so I'd say potency of it is already at a good level. Can't imagine anything NOT exploding if you did something like that during gates!\" Jaga chuckled, albeit, the tone would be a mix of actual hilarity and relief.\n\n\"...Thank god you didn't use gates, is what I am saying.\" He laughed proper.\n\n\"Of course, you might have even broken a bone if that was the case so... Might wanna train it just a bit more to make sure you ain't doing that.\" If Take would grab his hand Jaga would pull him up and pat him on the back. \"That and so you can make sure you can teach ME how to do it once I get to that level.\" Perhaps a bit of a greedy way to look at it, but in the end they had once again made something clear. Jaga had fallen a lot behind on actual taijutsu skill to him." } ]	344	1,000
418.333333	2021-12-30	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "A single, unveiled eye turned to the sound of Hitomi's voice... And Gods above did it look as though the Jonin had never heard of the concept of sleep. Were they close enough for him to comment on such? Hmm... Maybe not, this was only the second interaction after all, for all Chiho knew, she might've always had a case of resting... Desperately in need of rest face. Hmm, maybe he could offer some of the sleep aid's he'd been working on as a subtle hint? Later, for now, she was challenging his expertise!\n\n\"Totally not saying that, just, ya know, here, on my own, my lonesome, wondering when my sparring partner would show... I'm joking, hehe, nice to see you again, Commander Hozugawa.\" Normally, he played up or down the formality depending on the person, Hitomi seemed like someone who had a nice respect for some formality, so better to be safe. \"And... No no, I was just like, making sure I understood the fundamentals, see... This...\"\n\nAs he spoke, his cheeks puffed, and the bubble wand in his hand was spun... Before Chiho would release several globules of water, only for them to be covered almost instantly in bubbles, but not just any bubbles, Hitomi could see from the sheen that these bubbles were Thick, likely an inch, and the way they caught light... It was the same water as the starchy syrup field... And what was more, that water he'd spat out? It carried... Floral notes, Hibiscus, Pear, it was a peaceful scent. If she was at all a drinker, she'd quickly be able to corelate it... It smelled Just Like Sake. \"Da-Dan! Look! Still workshopping the name, but...\" He let the bubble travel over, letting Hitomi investigate it more carefully. \"Be careful with this one, if you like, pop it... Well, uh... The water's pretty poisonous... And flammable... Unless you feel like getting drunk mid day is like, befitting a commander... Which totally might be, I'm a drunk, I don't judge.\"" }, { "author": "marmot.nord", "message": "Hitomi's cold eyes didn't let any emotion transpire as she stared at Chiho excitedly explaining what he had been working on, though he clearly had her attention considered she could guess what it was about; the only other bubble user she knew of, a way out of her excessive fame around those watery spheres. It became evident her interest only when the bubbles were formed, her eyebrow raising as the orbs spread a sweet scent of sake in the air, one some would hardly notice but not a fine nose like Hitomi's. She could tell what is was in an instant, having been used to drinking before the war started, though she wouldn't define herself a drunk. \n\nShe didn't move to touch them the way those strangers to bubble style did, instead raising a gloved hand to lead one closer just through air movement. Bubbles were after all light and easy to manipulate, unless Chiho chose a different path for it. \"Flammable you say. I guess that is a property of Sake and any other alcoholic drink.\" It was an observation made to herself while wondering how the two worked together concretely. \n\n\"Show me.\" It almost sounded like an order, her hand retracting from the bubble. It would take a lot more sake than what a bubble could hold to make her drunk, but the explosion was something she'd better keep away from her face. \"I take you brew poisons, is it?\" She asked then. Whether or not Chiho knew of her practises, Hitomi felt like asking." }, { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "She would notice, when manipulating the bubbles, these starchy, Sake filled ones were Noticeably Heavier than the bubbles Hitomi would usually make. The outer layer being at least a quarter inch thick, and if she focused on sounds, she could hear the light sloshing of bubbles, Chiho carrying a light, satisfied grin as he produced three more of the same bubble. \"Heavier than your normal bubble huh? And what's more...\" He would push the bubbles together, as they'd Stick To each other, refusing to separate. \"One sticking to you is like, a minor inconvenience, two sticking to you, or three, or four, or more... It totally hampers movements, and you can't just pop them... Not without risk.\"\n\nHe would flow the bubble away from Hitomi with a nod. \"Careful, I haven't gotten fire release down yet, so I work with an alternative...\" He spoke, causing the bubbles to spin and spin, before all at once, they popped, the scent of Sake becoming far more pronounced, as Chiho likewise took a swig of Sake from a gourd at his side... And proceeded to spit at the still suspended water. Hitomi would notice the flash of flint and steel in his mouth, as the liquor ignited, sending a large plume of fire spreading upwards and outwards, the scent of burning liquor filling her nostrils. It wasn't fire Release flames, but, that in itself could prove an advantage to someone who relied on their natural talent in fire release to keep them safe from fires harm.\n\n\"Poisons... Somewhat. The Shochune are famous alcohol distributors and brewers. I've modified some recipes using my knowledge with medicine and poison... This...\" He showed his gourd, allowing Hitomi to grab it if she so wished. \"This contains enough concentrated herbs and altered venoms to bring a man down, I just totally inoculated myself to my own poisons. It can bring a mans guard down, not really seeing the lethality in a poison I seem to brazenly drink... Plus, it actually tastes really good.\" He sheepishly looked off to the side. \"I even created a method of water release to create Alcoholic natured water from nothing... Figured I could integrate it with my bubbles...\"" } ]	464	1,255
440.5	2022-01-05	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "marmot.nord", "message": "A mercy? Hitomi's lip curled in disagreement before she could hide it, her haze hardening at hearing such ridiculous statement. \"You haven't seen someone die by poisoning... Clearly. Tasting something nice before a toxin kicks in is not mercy, it's just a dark sense of humor.\" Was all she said. The taste could be nice, but the effects of a lethal poison afterwards wouldn't be any less cruel. The Jonin had been researching poisons for all her life as shinobi, and she hadn't yet found a way to shorten the final blow enough for the target to not feel it at all. Her best and most lethal poisons were an agonising torture she could still feel in her bones if she closed her eyes. \n\nDespite the harsh words on her side, she still showed interest for the techniques Chiho was showing her. He was a showoff, and a proud one; while this wasn't in line with Hitomi's view, it increased the chances the enemy would find out sooner than later about more bubble style users roaming the frontier. She couldn't tell if she'd like having him in her team, but he was more than welcome to spread some confusion around. \n\nHer eyes lingered on the bubbles enveloping the storm release: she had never seen something like that, and every sense was alert to study it while she could. \"What a strange element...\"" }, { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "He gave her a small stare. \"I haven't... But I've seen a man in full awareness of the dawning realization that he was about to die...\" He said, for a moment dropping his kinder tone. \"I mean to say, the poison I create... Dulls the senses of body and mind... I would never use a poison to kill, but to ease the passing... It's my, well, our job as Shinobi to end the lives of our enemies...\" He said, muttering... \"There's no reason we have to make them suffer doing it...\" He had a... Conflicted expression on his face, followed by a sigh. \"Sake... When you get to a level of drunk, where nothing hurts, and all you can feel is that light tingle of liquor... It makes the final blow unexpected... Out of nowhere... You might not even feel it.\" Where as HItomi's poisons caused pain, Chiho's might as well have been even worse... Because by the time you realized what was wrong, it would already be too late.\n\nBefore he could get too into the conversation, he held a hand up into a seal, before placing them in a somewhat heart shaped manner... Hitomi would Feel The pressure building as a bolt of storm Cut Through the water, creating a gap so noticeable she could've touched the bottom of the pond without wetting her hand. \"Storm Release. An elemental Kekkei Genkai. Water and Lightning combine to produce a beam of energy that pierces through most obstacles with ease. I can control the flow... I can even shoot out jutsu from multiple Tenketsu if I wanted to. It's bright, it's loud... But it's fast, and accurate... I know where to hit.\" He said, humming softly.\n\n\"I'm... Sorry if I was like, crass with my earlier statements... I just... Hoazugawa-Senpai.\" He said suddenly, looking at her with a slight tilted gaze. \"How does it feel for you when you take a life? Maybe I'm like, way behind the curve and should've had this talk a Long Time ago but... Hmm. Nevermind, I think I'm like, just rambling, huh?\"" }, { "author": "marmot.nord", "message": "It was a bad moment to reason on poisons with Hitomi, and she knew she should drop the topic; not to mention she had never openly admitted she made use of them with Chiho and that would stay like this for some more time. \"You're the expert. I believe if that was possible someone would have done it, ease the pain in spite of the lethality I mean.\" There was no trace of a lie hiding beneath the surface, and there was a chance Chiho had heard of her medical abilities. Still, she chose to keep up the façade unless called out. \n\nThe following demonstrations took her mind off the issue for a moment, her eyes lighting up with interest again as the bolt of storm pierced the water so precisely they'd both see the gap for several instants before the liquid filled in again. It surely fit the Hunter and she wondered how well a similar threat would fare against horrors, assuming her imagination and information she gathered gave her the right picture of those creatures. \n\nThe following question took her off guard. It wasn't unusual for shinobi to share this sort of feelings, mostly in the Frontier Patrol where everyone was encouraged to talk to their comrades and exorcise the darkness their job fed day by day. In that moment, it was like throwing her back in the railway junction, dozens of people on the ground, their signatures imploding, their heartbeats spiking in terror and agony. How did she feel? She had cut that out entirely, drowning it in pure fury, and all she remembered was what had come later; loss and fear. \n\n\"I don't know what they teach you in the PU, but I wouldn't call this rambling. If you have the question it means it bothers you to some extent. While it's a legit concern, it shouldn't be left unanswered, or it will come back to you when you least need it.\"\n\nThe words were more meant for her, to find the strength to say something. Her eyes turned away, focusing on the water Chiho had summoned earlier \"I feel empty, lost.\" A pause, not a sign of weakness in her tone \"This war it taking out the worst of us, no matter how hard you try.\"" }, { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "His information on Commander Hozugawa's skillset wasn't as in depth as he'd wished, but what he Did Know, aside from her expertise in stealth and her mastery over the use of bubbles, he Had Heard a rumor about her ability to remove an entire group of enemies in a single moment, though without anything more than little whispers. Still... His poisons were, in his opinion, a step in the right direction, numbing, kind even, he'd say, to go with a heady tingle, than to bleed out, begging for your life and regretting the moment you decided to fight.\n\nAs the storm subsided, he held up his fingers now, pointing them to the sky. From each finger tip, a burning yellow glow was developing, purple colors forming in the center. \"I discovered I could do this by accident. It totally makes me wonder what the trigger was? Some mix of my family heritage that altered my... Hmm.\" He was trailing off, though, Hitomi could see a glow in his eyes, as he launched out what seemed to be hundreds of smaller bolts of storm, none of them carrying the same lethal firepower as his previous technique, but it was clear this jutsu favored the ideal of quantity and area over quality, like a one man firing squad.\n\n\"Empty... Lost. That... Hah, I think I totally get that.\" He sighed, closing his hands, tightly. \"When I was a Genin, I thought I'd be an MP officer, I was totally thinking I'd rely on non lethal tactics, hell, even my poison was just meant to get you drunk quickly to like, take you off your game.\" He closed his eyes. \"The war wasn't something I expected at all.\"\n\n\"I like, totally went right through the war the moment I graduated, ya know? I had what... Maybe three D-Ranks? Where I stopped some thieves, got vegetables back from a farmer, helped fight off some rabid hounds... Then my first C-Rank is where I took a life. Some guard wearing armor too heavy for my taijutsu or water release to puncture... I ended up having to make his death slow to prevent him from alerting the camp.\" He spoke, less to Hitomi and more to himself. \"After that, I felt like... Killing an enemy became the standard, and less the exception, I can't remember the last time I even considered a jutsu that wasn't meant to quickly dispatch, kill...\" He gave her a look off to the side. \"You totally don't need to be bombarded with my bullshit, but... I don't know you enough to feel judged, so sorry.\"" } ]	460.5	1,762
213.666667	2022-01-27	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "desitomo", "message": "```This Is The Forest```\n\nKanako and Hachi quietly stalked through the trees, looking for any unfortunate prey crawling on the ground. A rabbit, a squirrel - even a deer was game for the Inuzuka and her ninken. It had been a day since they had looked for something to eat, and hunting seemed to be part of their routine now. Of course, with both of their instincts, it was not a problem to them at all. \n\nWell, it was even kinda fun. \n\nThe dog's tail flicked as the smell of a doe filled her nose, her ears signaling for Ko. The girl leaned over to peer at a baby deer nibbling on grass, oblivious to both the predators above it. In sync with her partner, she leapt from the branch and landed on the deer, her claws extended to dig into its neck. \n\nHachi followed close behind, biting at it with her owner and finishing it off. It was a quick death, but the remains of the slaughter remained on their faces and hands." }, { "author": "videns", "message": "Meanwhile Ayaka was in the same forest but for vastly different reasons. It wasn't usual for most people to go out into nature and take walks but for a scrawny bookworm like the young Nara it was a rarity. It was also somewhat surprising given her clan's affinity with nature. Minor though it may be, they had a sort of kinship with the deer and had their own compound to keep a herd or two to stop them from being hunted and help keep population up. It was a small fact Ayaka usually forgot but today habibg remembered she decided to venture out and see what was si great about it. \n\nStopping for a moment to yake ik the sounds sounds and smells, the Nara pulled out an apple from her hoodie, taking a nice large chomp out of it a moment later. The crunch caught the attention of a young fawn who stopped dead before it did eventually die. \n\nIn a flash of colour (mostly red) the animal's life was taken as its body fell limp under the pain. Ayaka looked onward, totally slack jamwed, her bitten piece of apple falling out of her mouth. On top of the carcass was Kanako and following up behind her was her ninken Hachi. Stunned silent Ayaka looked on at the two with blood stains wondering what to so or say." }, { "author": "desitomo", "message": "The two only noticed the Nara a few moments later as Kanako stood up from the dead deer, turning to face the other girl. Seeing how shocked she was, the Inuzuka quickly attempted to wipe the blood from her mouth with the backs of her hands, (failing to do so), as Hachi slightly hid behind her owner's legs. Chuckling nervously, she took a step back, \n\n\"Sorry! Me and Hachi were just catching some breakfast\". \n\nShe quickly informed Ayaka, motioning towards the prey. She was surprised to see her out in the forest, though, and curiosity covered her embarrassment quickly. \n\n\"What are you doing out here, though? I don't usually meet other genin in the forest\"." } ]	215	641
220.333333	2022-01-29	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "videns", "message": "\"No- ahem.\" Clearing the crack in her throat eith a quick cough the Nara attemoted to speak again, this time level voiced. \"No no it's fine. Um good on you two! Not many people go hunting for food these days.\" Despite the Praise, Ayaka still looked a little shook, her eyes constantly flitting to the dead deer beside them. \n\nNext was a question from Kanako who was wondering why a genin was in the forest. \"On a whim basically.\" She said with a dry sort of laugh. \"I was sort of getting fed up at home and I wanted to stretch my legs and get some fresh air. Never had much time to take in the forest properly so thought it'd be nice and quiet.\" Just as she finished her sentence her face froze for a second. \"But its great to see you two here! The more the merrier. Hahah...\" Good save! Not wanting to sound rude or come across too distant Ayaka walked closer to the two, the smell of blood now getting very strong. \"You said this is breakfast right? Do you want a hand preparing it?\"" }, { "author": "desitomo", "message": "Kanako felt a little better when Ayaka started talking to her, relieved that she was not too shocked. No one had ever caught her hunting before, and the two were embarrassed by their current state; blood on their face and hands with the corpse of a deer behind them. But it was a natural part of being a shinobi to see dead things, and the exposure for the Nara would hopefully help her out - the Optimistic Part of Kanako's brain told her. \n\nShe shook her head and nervously laughed a little, changing her stance to be on the other side of Ayaka so she did not have to look at the deer anymore. Part of the hunting was training, and her energy this morning was not drained from stalking the deer. Her plans were to give this deer either to the Inuzuka to cook and eat, or to save it for later and hunt some more; and that was Still Her plan. \n\n\"Actually, I was going to go looking out for some more prey. I would be happy to teach you\"." }, { "author": "videns", "message": "Seeing a dead body wasn't ideal but Ayaka just had to tell herself it wasn't human. And that she couldn't of done anything to save it. Definitely not. Not even if her awareness was better! But despite telling herself this she still felt a twinge of guilt in her stomach imas she stood over the bloody carcas. \n\n\"Oh me? Hunting? Eh...\" The question came as a huge surprise leavung Ayaka slightly slack jawed again as she took a second to collect her thoughts. \"Ehm well I mean sure I guess. I'm more of a supporty shinobi but I could try hunting maybe.\" Feeling as though it would be rude to refuse, Ayaka swallowed her guilt and nodded along. It was only animals they were hunting after all. It was all natural. Besides if Kanako and her ninken were hunting for food they'd need it to survive! These were just some if the things running through Ayaka's mind to try and force herself to do this." } ]	219	661
217	2022-01-30	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "desitomo", "message": "Kanako would notice how nervous Ayaka was and put an arm around her shoulders comfortingly, smiling at her. Hunting was natural to Inuzuka, so the feeling of guilt or sadness when killing an animal for food never crossed her. But she knew that Nara's must've liked deer, as small statues and paintings of them were all around the clan housing. Seeing one dead would of course shake Ayaka. \n\nBut, Ko still wanted to teach her how to hunt. Especially if she was wanting to make it as a Chunin. It was going to be part of their job, and training with her has been a great experience so far. So, without saying any words, she pulled her arm from Ayaka's shoulders and moved in front of her again, \n\n\"Alright. Hunting is just being quiet and listening. Usually Hachi can smell out the prey for me, but you can help me this time. I would keep up in the trees and do Not Touch any leaves; the animals are usually on high alert when feeding\". \n\nShe informed the other girl before grabbing the branch of a tree and pulling herself onto it, climbing further up the trunk. When she was satisfied with her height, she began carefully making her way towards the green patches where rabbits would be eating or squirrels would be foraging." }, { "author": "videns", "message": "Ayaka took a deep breath as she was half embraced. The physical contact was a nice gesture but it made her just as awkward feeling her own scrawny body against Kanako's. Still it at least made her breathing a bit easier. \n\nThe thing about this wasn't so much Ayaka disliked hunting or that she wasn't comfortable with killing or blood. It was more the manner, ferocity and speed in which the animal was killed. If this were a mission and that were a teammate then they would be dead and the blame would be solely put on Ayaka. It didn't sit well woth her whatsoever and even now as Kanako started describing what they were going to do it lingered in her mind. \n\n\"Alright. Lead the way.\" Moving after Kanako albeit with a bit less grace, the two scaled the trees as shinobi would. Ayaka waited a little under the tree, using her dominant sense of hearing take over hoping to pic up any sign of animal sounds before moving along. Granted her senses weren't too honed so she'd probably need to wait for some indication from Kanako or her ninken with their better noses." }, { "author": "desitomo", "message": "Once Kanako got to a certain foraging ground for squirrels, mice, and rabbits, she stopped on a branch to peer down through the leaves. Although she could not see much, the slight bristles in the grass and slight chittering from below told her that some prey was lurking around on the dirt. But, with her limited view, she could not detect where to land or attack without potentially scaring it off. Usually, Hachi would be her nose; smelling out a rodent to signal to. But, this time, Ayaka was her partner. \n\nLeaning over to whisper into the Nara's ear, her voice was quiet and careful, \n\n\"Let me know where to land\"." } ]	236	651
321.666667	2022-02-01	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "sampletext", "message": "```This is the ninjutsu range```\n\nA young Genin steps into an empty section of the ninjutsu range, performing some light stretching and warm-up exercises to prepare for her day of training. Her ambition today is something she likely Should Have pursued some time ago, but simply hasn't due to other matters. There's so many things a shinobi must be good at, and the more things they Aren't Good at, the more likely they are to die on every village-assigned mission.\n\nSo, today, it's Wind Release. Though Hisayo has taken the time to discover and develop her forming of Wind chakra somewhat, she's only given it cursory attention thus far. Gaining expertise in her third element and actually learning a few jutsu aligned with it seems prudent, to say the least.\n\nShe's decided to start basic - with Gale Palm. Given that she has few close-ranged tools at the moment, having a wind-based panic button, so to speak, seems quite useful. So, without further ado, the plainly-dressed genin slips a borrowed library scroll from her backpack, lays it out in front of her, and begins to go over the theory of the technique in preparation for her learning and training." }, { "author": "amari2", "message": "Coming to this portion of the Ninjutsu range for the same reason as Hisayo, the Soga had made her way over while attempting to train her wind release. Practicing the visualizing process of it all while slowly and carefully moving her chakra around her system. She had a technique she wanted to learn, it wasn't simple nor was it super basic, but she thought it was a good idea. \n\nThe technique was to formulate a cocoon of wind around her, and that was all. It sounded basic, but wind wasn't too keen on being shaped, much like fire, but it was a little less temperamental. Jomei was in the same area when she noticed the scroll and it's writing, immediately realizing the Senju and her were training for roughly the same purpose. \n\n\"Oh.. So is that where the scroll went? I was looking for it at the library and just couldn't find it.\" Jomei spoke up, inviting herself to have a conversation with Hisayo as she walked on over. It was true, she was interested in learning gale palm, but she wanted to try and get a proof of concept for her other technique first. \n\n\"Hey, nice to meet you. Training for Wind Release?\" Jomei asked and greeted herself with politeness and a more relaxed posture. She knew she was invading on training time a little bit but it didn't hurt to try and see the scroll in better detail." }, { "author": "sampletext", "message": "Upon hearing Jomei's words, Hisayo turns and catches sight of the other Genin, looking her over with a searching eye. \"Apologies if I inconvenienced you. I do not believe it should be in use for long, should you need it - and I am quite fine with sharing.\" The Senju's attitude returns the polite tone initiated by Jomei, but her body language is distinctly different from hers. It's more poised, more... Intentionally assembled, perhaps due to the influence of her clan upbringing. Evidence of said upbringing is clearly visible on the plain jacket she wears, as the clan crest is emblazoned on the left side. \n\n\"Good to make your acquaintance as well. Senju Hisayo.\" She nods respectfully, continuing the formality from before. \"Who might you be? And yes, I did plan to train Wind Release, as well as the technique from this scroll. I need to diversify my elemental abilities, and I've been focusing on other things perhaps a bit too much lately.\" \n\nAfter a moment, she tilts her head in thought. \"I often find that training is more effective when performed collaboratively. Were you intending to improve your skills in the same way? If so, I'd be quite open to working together.\"" }, { "author": "amari2", "message": "\"The name is Soga Jomei, and yeah I was planning on asking you if you'd like to train together. I've also been looking to improving my wind release.\" Jomei admitted, catching sight of the clan symbol on the jacket and the reciprocated politeness. It seemed this person was a hard worker too, it made Jomei smile a little bit. Perhaps this would be the first super productive training she would have in a while, especially since her hiatus with her mentor. She could barely manage the ability to generate wind natured chakra, especially since she had been self taught for the most part. She recalled how she taught herself, imagining her chakra as moving swiftly and like a gas.\n\n\"Alright! Let's train with this here, try and blow it off.\" Jomei said after weaving the snake handseal and causing a small pillar to raise from the ground before them. She figured that if they were practicing the element of wind it was a good idea to try and blow something to the ground or generate enough wind power to cause noticeable damage at the very least. She immediately began her warm-ups. Visualizing a storm, hurricane, fast moving clouds and wind in general, attempting to bring that visualization and feel to her chakra, which was moderately effective, it took her some time. The next part was attempting to expel that chakra through the available tenketsu. She was most proficient with her hands and mouth, so why not try the feet.\n\nStanding a bit away from Hisayo now, a small burst of air could be felt from Jomei's foot, enough to barely rustle the scroll and move some dirt and dust away from her. Not nearly enough to what she needed to do, but it seemed the problem was not enough chakra." }, { "author": "sampletext", "message": "\"Certainly.\" Hisayo steps back, away from the pillar, and takes long, deep breath to begin channeling her chakra. Unlike Jomei, she visualizes her wind chakra in a different way, imagining putting pressure on the energy and pushing it into itself, tighter and tighter until it practically begs to explode outward and be free from her. Now, the seals: Snake -Ram -Boar -Horse -Bird. She flies through them at a comfortable speed, confident in her abilities, and claps her hand together to attempt to release Gale Palm. \n\nThe results are... Middling. Hisayo has trained herself well in controlling her chakra and has plenty to spare for this task, but her relative disuse of wind-affinity energy means that her transformation of it is... A bit unrefined. An explosion of wind erupts out from her, but the energy is unfocused, concentrated in a large burst at the start that quickly trails off into small eddies and squalls in many extraneous directions before dissipating completely. Hisayo's only reaction to this partial failure is a slight frown at the corner of her mouth. She never expects herself to correctly perform a new technique on the first try, but it's starting to seem as though her precision is a consistent problem, based on this and previous training sessions. \n\n\"Well. It appears as though we have... Slightly different issues to work on,\" Comes a wry comment from the Senju. \"I did feel yours, though, if just a little bit.\"" }, { "author": "amari2", "message": "\"How did you get all that force though?\" Jomei was confused as to how she managed to get all that unfocused energy out in the first place? Was she using much more chakra, that seemed unviable. She couldn't think of a way to get much more potency out of wind release without using more chakra, was it longer time spent applying the nature transformation, it didn't seem that Hisayo spent much more time than Jomei did. It made her mind go rampant trying to figure out how she could get that level of force and energy going through with her chakra.\n\nShe decided she could just get back to it, trying her method one more time. Or if she was able to hold on to her chakra transformation for long enough she could try and apply Hisayo's method, had she even told her. Either way, she imagined a that force of wind she just felt, that didn't have any particularly damaging effect on the pillar but clearly had a great deal of force behind it. She imagined her chakra churning in that wind, like a leaf that rode the wind currents as it moved. Than forcing that leaf to move swiftly and harshly. She wanted to curl her wind back up to her head to make a spinning tornado around her, that was the basis of the technique idea she had in mind.\n\nShe weaved handseals and imagined her entire chakra system pushing her chakra out through her feet, expelling the wind chakra and immediately handling it to spin around and twirl back around with a swift rising motion. It had moderately worked, but was still far from perfect, only really evident by the fact that her hair and clothing had flown up for a second or two, but it was gone just as quickly as it came." }, { "author": "sampletext", "message": "Hisayo blinks, a little taken aback by Jomei's surprise, but proceeds to explain all the same. \"The way I form wind chakra, I imagine compressing my chakra into a small space, and kind of... Sharpening it? Basically, I try to concentrate it tightly, and then allow it to escape suddenly, like a howling gale.\" She frowns. \"But it seems that this has led to some unfocused results on my part. Do you have a different manner of approaching the chakra transformation?\" As she's doing this, Hisayo decides to take a mental step back, and just focus on the chakra transformation without attempting the jutsu for a moment.\n\nCloser, tighter... She concentrates on keeping her energy under control. Should Jomei reveal some of her own methods to Hisayo, she'll try to incorporate them, and reconsider the basis of her approach slightly. Hisayo's methods emphasize creating force from restriction, but the wind is lighter, more free than that. Surely there's a way to incorporate both? Maybe she can imagine her chakra swirling in a tight, concentrated tornado or tempest inside her, incorporate some of the wind's inherent movement into her visualization. \n\nBased on her repeated efforts, her next attempt at Gale Palm is better, more directed, but still not sudden and focused enough to knock anything over. Maybe another try. Despite these setbacks, however, Hisayo doesn't seem to be discouraged in the slightest. \n\nIn a break between their various training attempts, Hisayo will make a casual comment to Jomei - \"I appreciate your dedication to this work, by the way. I run into many genin that are - hm, how do I say this - of poor temperament, and it rarely helps matters.\"" }, { "author": "amari2", "message": "\"Oh, so you make it.. Compact.. In a way. And you let it explode out of the tenketsu.. I imagine my chakra as being like the rushing wind, I imagine gales and storms and currents. I heard to make it sharp you should envision your wind chakra grinding against itself in opposing directions, and you can layer that over and over again to increase the cutting potency.\" Jomei admitted, reflecting on the advice she received and the advice she just gave to Hisayo. Perhaps it was good to combine the both of those if you wanted to produce particularly effective wind release techniques. That was probably the secret to unlocking better control with it. She had to try it.\n\n\"Oh, thank you. The only time I'm scared of failure is when my life is on the line, there's no reason to get upset over being bad at something.\" This was ironic coming out of Jomei, she could get very easily frustrated if she attempted something and tried every method to no avail. She weaved some more handseals, already having the windlike impression on her chakra from before, she wasted no time on imagining it again. She worked on compacting and pressurizing the chakra she wanted to use in her stomach, bringing it closer to her feet. Imagining two layers of it rubbing against each other, letting the two halves of the pressure burst out in her chakra system before escaping the tenketsu.\n\nA relatively strong gale was pushed out, immediately spinning like a tornado as it bounced and was steered up to go above Jomei's head. A small typhoon that wasn't sustained for much at all, but it was the first sign that she had performed the technique she wanted to make with even a semblance of its expected power. The glee was visible on Jomei's face.\n\n\"You give good advice.\"" }, { "author": "sampletext", "message": "Soon afterwards, Hisayo manages to complete her technique with a similar level of effectiveness, utilizing a combination of the visualization techniques the pair of genin had just discussed. Sharpen the chakra by pushing it against itself, like a swirling, tempest grindstone... And then allow it to explode outwards. Her next attempt at Gale Palm slams into the earth in front of her and knocks it clean over, sending it tumbling over and bouncing to a halt. The Senju allows herself a small measure of satisfaction, shown on her face as a little smile. \n\n\"Lovely. Much better. I doubt that I could have gotten here this fast on my own - your help has been Very Much appreciated.\" Hisayo turns that mild smile towards Jomei now, considering her training partner. \"Did you wish to go further, or have you accomplished your goals here? And, regardless, perhaps we'll work together again in the future? Focused training partners are always useful.\" \n\nThe Senju actually has to take a second and wind back through the conversation for a second before she responds to Jomei's comment, as though it slipped through her notice. \"Ah, and thank you. I was simply passing on some insights from another shinobi, in a way.\"" } ]	318	2,895
188.6	2022-02-04	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "justden_", "message": "Kagayaki noticed the genin punching and kicking, her sharp ears easily caught the sound of his members move through the air. She didn't approach him right away. Kagayaki was generally friendly and upbeat, but when it came to Taijutsu her skills were... Less than subpar, on the level of an academy graduate really.\n\nSo she kept to herself for now, not wanting to bother the other chunin. She re-did the previous teachnique, her feet clamping down before the ground beneath her shifted, in a circle. This time she succeeded in performing half of a rotation - which wasn't very good considering she wanted to continuously spin.\n\n\"For such a simple technique you're sure giving me a lot of trouble aren't you.\" She'd say down to the ground with an amused expression - she was used to not getting things right on the first try." }, { "author": "yoyooo7089", "message": "The boy would turn at the person that just spoke. Granted it wasn't directly to him but since it was a Chunin, maybe their armour technique could withstand such a technique. He wouldn't know until he tried.\n\nHe was still not used to the output of the Gates in terms of strength which could cause him to hit with much more force then intended.\n\n\"Uh hi! Sorry to bother you but there's this technique I want to learn and I kinda need someone to try it on...\"" }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "Kagayaki was in the middle of her third and hopefully first successful attempt at Rotational hazard, the earth release ninjutsu she'd invented. It had come out much nicer than before, where her feet had been clamped just like before but she'd succeed in spinning around her by shifting the ground directly beneath her.\n\nIt was slow, but that was something she'd improve with practice soon enough. She was focused on her thoughts until someone seemed to call out to her. She turned at the source to see a shinobi like her, evidenced by his headband. He didn't seem to be a chunin, since he didn't have a mask, veil or purple tabard on him.\n\n\"Oh, hi there.\" She'd greet back, listening to him and scratching the side of her head with a troubled expression, \"Uh... I can't help you much here probably- but I can give you some targets!\" She said brightly as the idea came up. She'd seen Take open the first gate before so she recognized the aura around the boy. \n\nFrom the ground around them two figures surfaced, without any seals apparently being made by the chunin. They looked generally humanoid but completely made of stone. \"They're earth golems, I made them a big smaller to make them better for practice, give it a try.\" She'd say with a smile as she took a few steps back.\n\nEarth Release: Golem Technique (B++) x2" }, { "author": "yoyooo7089", "message": "He would watch as two earth golem would arise from what seemed to be the ground. Hopefully they could withstand the attacks. It was seemingly pretty straight forward.\n\nMoving at an unnatural speed, the blur that was Youki would do a slide... Before thrusting his left foot up and simultaneously use his right hand to support him as he kicked with force (B++). The kick was such that the golem would rise above the ground.\n\nAs it was launched, Youki would quickly act. He needed to use the Shadow Of the Dancing Leaf technique. He'd jump to follow and copy the movement of the falling golem. When it finally stopped ascending and gravity pushed him down, Youki would grab onto the dummy and try to spin with it. He would try and it would work somewhat. He'd crash onto the ground but he was dazed by the constant spinning.\n\n\"Woah... It's something I should get used to...\"" }, { "author": "justden_", "message": "Kagayaki watched the boy perform the impressive Taijutsu attack. She couldn't move at that speed, nor could she punch that hard - she had completely disregarded training her physical abilities in exchange to practicing chakra based traits. It was something she'd have to live with.\n\nThe golem was completely destroyed, and Kagayaki clapped. \"That was very cool, I'd imagine all that spinning might trip you up a bit.\" She'd agree with a laugh at the boy's comment, before motioning for the leftover earth construct. \"Feel free to try again, I can make as many as you need.\" She said with a grin.\n\nWhile she wasn't the wisest in her own eyes, Kagayaki felt it was her duty to help the next generation even if all she could do was provide stone targets." } ]	181	943
265.5	2022-02-13	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Oh, it's you? Did she remember him from somewhere? Well, he was a commander, as well as one of the Founder Tournament winners, so that might play a part into it. Either way, he focused on assisting her. He nodded towards her, and then began to weave seals. Swirling Wind Release chakra all around in his system, with that, he opened his mouth, and five large, sharp arcing blades of wind fired out, growing in size as they travelled towards their target: a tree.\n\nThe tree got sliced in half first, then into quarters, and so forth. \"Like that, yes?\" He said, and then began to sit down, forming a long steel rod on his bracer as he began to draw the chakra system on the ground underneath them. He then tapped it, and spoke. \"This is your chakra system, as you know. When you use chakra to convert it to Wind Release, you usually churn it.\" He said as he draw a swirling like symbol near the diagram. \"But for sharp Wind Release, you want to squeeze that churning as you do it. If you can visualise that. That forces the chakra to be more compact, turning the edges sharp as it becomes more volatile and harder to contain.\"\n\n\"Try it.\"" }, { "author": "amari2", "message": "\"Hmm..\" Jomei was open to trying the Sousaku method, especially since it sounded much easier and simpler than what she was trying to do originally. She was interested into what material he seemed to be producing with his chakra.. It looked earth release but at the same time it seemed to be much more metallic in nature. She had to do her best to focus on what she was being told do though. First she imagined the typical gusts and gales and winds that she thought of when she was getting into the wind release mood of things, than she got to the churning. This was the easier part.\n\nJomei had gotten so good with churning her chakra with her usage of it in Fire Release that this was practically second nature to her. Than she got to compressing. Her fast moving swirling chakra in her stomach that she then squeezed horizontally at first, then doing the same vertically. Feeling the churning mass become more and more compact and spin faster and faster. She then brought the wind chakra to her hand in the same manner that Sousaku had just before, releasing said chakra as it came flying out into the tree before her. It had first clashed with the tree, but then after a second it cleaved through it. \n\n\"Oh.. That was terrifying.\" She remarked on how unstable that chakra felt, it was like letting a chainsaw go and throwing it into a crowd of people." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"It's whatever you wanna call it, I suppose. That's the same for any Ninjutsu. Just keep trying it, try to carve through five trees before you stop.\"\n\nHe said as he began to try and find a suitable area to sit down. He placed his hand on the ground, and brought out a large chunk of earth without any handseals, just by sending a pulse of chakra throughout the ground. With that, he had sat down on the chunk of earth and had watched the Genin perform the technique once again. \"The more you practise it, the easier it will get, obviously. Just keep going until you eventually feel like there's no difference between the different forms of Wind Release.\"\n\nHe gave a little tip, or rather, a little encouragement. He didn't know how exactly to help, he had given the only tip that he could give to her. She had the basic idea down, she just had to produce more. At this rate, it was just to add more chakra, that was it really. \"Add an abundance of chakra, since it's volatile it'll split and produce more arcs of Wind Release. That's how you produce multiple at a time.\" He hoped that it would be enough for her to get it." }, { "author": "amari2", "message": "An abundance? She was good with dealing with abundances. \"Heh.. Alright.\" Jomei stood up, in excitement in anticipation for what she was about to do. All the chakra she could muster without draining herself, churning the chakra she needed as if she was making mochi or some other sweet delicacy.. She was giddy with delight. Weaving handseals and inhaling sharply, she imagined the strongest gale she could imagine. Making a steel ball in her mind and caging the gales within it, compressing it and even adding the grinding motion of the wind chakra. This is what she was missing! This was how she would make it sharper than any blade could ever be!\n\nShe imagined the ball compressing and churning the chakra more intensely than she even churned her fire release. She felt the steel ball collapsing and breaking under the sharpness of the winds.. It was time to release it all now! Guiding the intense churning winds to her hands she walked forward ahead of Sousaku, being sure to not include him in the range of the uncontrollable winds she was about to unleash. Thrusting her hands forward she unleashed all the chakra she had built up, aiming it for the trees.\n\nThe wind came rushing! Faster than anything she had ever produced with wind release before.. Although the chakra was largely invisible, she could see the amount of wind rotating and the light refractions, it was so sharp it looked like it could cut the eyeball with sight alone. It went rushing to the trees, cleaving through a few of them with ease before dissipating after it imparted most of its force into the cleaving of the wooden structure. \"Yes!! It worked! Hahahaha! This advice you gave.. Its amazing!\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"You're not done. I'm testing the strength of the jutsu.\"\n\nHe said as he stood up, and then walked right in front of her, in front of the stumps. With one hand gesture, a light translucent barrier began to form around him as sparkles formed as well. The barrier almost looked liquid like in it's formation, as if he was drawing in the natural energy from the world around him. His eyes glowed even brighter than they had before. He stomped his foot on the ground, implying for her to shoot the technique straight at him.\n\n\"Fire it. Now.\"\n\nHe stood still, waiting for her to use it." }, { "author": "amari2", "message": "\"Uhh.. Okay..\" Jomei wasn't one to turn down a crazy request from a mentor. Niko taught her that it was best to go all out when someone requests it.. Unless otherwise specified. But, there was one issue that came with his request. He wanted it know, and it took time to muster that level of chakra in order to push her wind release to that ability. She had to try!\n\nWeaving her handseals swiftly she imagined the whole process of what she did last time and imagined it sped up like a flying kunai. Slow and stagnant when alone, but when given force it could accelerate to several times faster than what sound could move. She couldn't do the same amount of chakra as last time, but she imagined that the speed at which she churned would also help make the wind more efficient and shaper at the same time. She took the chakra she was molding and let it rip out of her hands, swinging them forward and directing it directly in front of her, right at Sousaku.\n\nShe didn't know what was to come of him.. Was she being framed for murder? She doubted it, especially since that sparkling aura around Sousaku seemed calming to look at, almost as if he was being protected by something beyond her current understanding." } ]	267	1,593
362	2022-03-25	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Masumi let out an sharp exhale. It was clear that he did not understand it very much. And the things he was talking about also made him slightly confused. He would just shake his head slowly. He would take a few steps back, before lifting the strap of his war fan his body, taking off the strap and fan itself. He tossed it behind him, hitting a log with it. He would roll his shoulders.\n\n\"Here and now...\"\n\nMasumi said. He liked the sound of that. He hadn't had a good Taijutsu battle since Take, and that was sort of short lived. He hoped this one lasted a tiny bit longer. Or maybe he would need to wait until his high ranking missions in order to live out his fantasy of a high octane Taijutsu battle. He would just need to see. He would take the Gentle Fist stance.\n\n\"We'll see if that's true.\"\n\nMasumi said, tilting his head, cracking his neck. He would begin to run towards Jaga. Taking a deep inhale he would attempt to land a palm strike on the fellow operative. He was not going to use his technique right off the bat. There was no need for that if he could land an easy hit on his opponent. He hadn't participated in anything Taijutsu in months, so if he is as good as he used to be remains to be seen.\n[S Tai, S++ Reflexes, B Speed]" }, { "author": "rubbadubberino", "message": "...That was a weapon on his back? Jaga hadn't even acknowledged it before. Maybe he had just unconsciously thought of it as some weird fashion accessory. Or maybe... \"Heh, taking off the training weights, huh? I can get behind that!\" After all, if the guy was training physical attributes, there was really no need for the fan aside from swinging it like a weight, right? Heck, Jaga had nothing but his usual outfit on, so it was only fair for them to go optimal too.\n\nHeck, both of them were clearly warmed up, as the only thing the boy in front of him needed to do for it was crack his neck to charge forward. Now admittedly, Jaga had expected him to be a bit quicker. His footwork was about equal to his. It gave him plenty of time to prepare his body in answer- Wait what? \n\n\"So, quick!\" It was like Masumis hand had turned into a blur in jagas eyes, and a whisper in his ear, as it thrusted forward like a dang arrow from a bow! It was even faster than the thrust of his own hand! He wouldn't be able to avoid it that was for sure! And so, Jaga didn't even try to. As the arm banged against his shoulder. However, Jagas grasping hand was making a quick grip the side of masumis shoulder. \n\nNow admittedly, with early sacrifice, you were supposed to dodge an attack, by using your opponent as a handle to swing from. And that's what Jaga was about to do. If he was successful in landing the grip, He would use the blow masumi had thrown his way to swing himself around him, and then would swing the guy overhead and slam them against the ground. With his strength, it should be easy enough. It was all in getting that first grip for swinging." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Masumi let out an exhale through his teeth as he landed the blow. A way of relaxing the muscles so he was not getting them tired. Masumi saw the hand coming, but wanted to see what they were going to do. He would look at Jaga's with a half curious half serious glance to see what they were about to do. This could go sideways for him easily, but he trusted that he would not do any serious damage to him. He would inhale deeply and prepared himself for the hit that would come. That hit coming in the form of the ground to his back.\n\nMasumi wheezed, the air escaping from his deep inhale. He would plant his other arm beneath him, then also the arm that was grabbed once they had let go. He would push himself away from Jaga, pushing himself up onto his feet. He would stretch his right arm across his chest, then his left. He took the Gentle Fist stance, looking at Jaga.\n\n\"Not bad.\"\n\nMasumi said. That must have been a move they were trying to learn. Well, at least they got it, and it worked. Although, he might have been able to dodge it if he saw it coming. He would push off towards Jaga once again. He would attempt to go for another palm strike, then another, then another. He attempted about 128 palm strikes on Jaga as a whole.\n[S Tai, S++ Reflexes, B Speed, A-rank eight trigrams 128 palms]" }, { "author": "rubbadubberino", "message": "It would perhaps be embarrassing to admit, but the sound of the guy gasping the air as they slammed against the ground was really dang satisfying. Sadly, putting so much power behind it also meant that his grip loosened enough for him to get out of it. \"Welp, no follow up throw this time.\" He said a bit smugly as his foe jumped back up and pushed him away. However, what happened next Jaga wasn't completely prepared for...\n\nAs suddenly his vision became filled with palms. At a speed that he had a really hard time reacting to again! He could feel couple of claps already slapping against his chest and face, before he could even reactively bring his arms up to block it. \"GHGHGHGHGHGH-!?\" With the amount of slaps, he couldn't help but lower his form backwards, trying to take the blows better as he squatted, and suddenly extended his leg to the right, swinging it across his front in the simplest of leaf gales with all the previous power behind it, aiming to trip the guy up just to get him to stop! \n\n\n\nWhether or not it was successful, Jaga would yell \"OKAY, OKAY! Okay! Okay. Okay...\" As he lowered his arms, and sighed. \"You've got a point. Maybe those thousand exactly the same slaps did help when attacking at those speeds.\" Now usually, when Jaga was made a target by these absolutely humongous attacks, he couldn't help but feel a little bit mad. After all, it was not like he had offered to be a punching bag.\n\n...But in this case, he had clearly gotten what he had asked for. So instead, what escaped his lips, was a clear chuckle and a smirk, as he inspected his wrists. \"Hehe, hope I left a bit of a mark in you, cause I'll have you know, you left some very convincing fingerprints on me!\" He rolled his head and cracked his knuckles for a moment. He was actually quite relaxed for once. \"So, wanna try something else?\" Whether it was a technique he was learning, or to be reactive, this guy certainly was a proper one." } ]	348	1,448
346.363636	2022-03-27	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "tboy2210", "message": "```Ninjutsu range now```\n\nIt hadn't been too long since Kanemoto Sumiye found out that she was capable of more than just Earth and Lightning Release. Through studies and asking questions to superiors and/or more experienced Shinobi in general, the girl found out that these exact two elements were the reason for her... Mutation. A combination element was created, and Explosion Release was born!\n\nBut since she realized that training this element was going to be difficult, she hoped to at least learn a few techniques revolving around it. Explosion Release techniques were - obviously - destructive, so she refused to seek a partner to test them out on. It'd be great to find more users of this element, though she'd survive without them.\n\nSumiye thus arrived at the Ninjutsu range, not looking around much as she simply went for the nearest, open spot. An orange, extremely fancy dress, a forehead protector... And that was about it. No weapons, nor any other obvious equipment that would be unique to her. Sumiye was one to always appear with the finest of attires if possible, and today was no exception. So, she stood there, heels touching each other as she clapped her hands, eyes closed. Focusing on the Chakra... She just tried to find out a thing or two about this strange element." }, { "author": "videns", "message": "On the way to the Ninjutsu range, Ayaka was admittedly looking for a victim for some of her Clan's Hiden jutsu. It was a tough task to train her hiden since it so heavily relied on someone else to be bound and most people didn't like that! But maybe someone at the range wouldn't mind.\n\nOnce she arrived one figure out of the few that were there stood out to her. A young girl dressed in probably the fanciest get up she had ever seen. Even Iyana's style didnt match up to the grandeur of this. Ayaka felt a bit desheveled in comparison. Her tabard was looking alright but it was mainly covered by her large Jacket, Nara Symbol emblazoned on it for good measure. Still out of curiosity more than anything she took a spot near the well dressed girl to observe her and what she could do. Judging a book by it's cover was never a good thing so Ayaka was very keen just to see this book's contents." }, { "author": "tboy2210", "message": "If Ayaka would say her thoughts out loud and compliment this girl's sense in fashion directly, she might be able to get a pleasant view. Anyone who complimented her dresses received a ton of thanks and a warm, grateful smile. It was true, she probably was the Shinobi with the fanciest dresses around. Hell, even among civilians she was definitely wearing top-tier outfits, as if wearing anything less would be highly inappropriate.\n\nBut she wasn't here to talk about that, nor was the Nara. As she stood next to her, the Kanemoto noticed some movement to her side, and looked at its source. Noticing not just a comrade, but also an Officer of the Military Police, she immediately smiled politely and gave Ayaka a bow. \"Good afternoon to you, Officer.\" So very friendly...\n\nHer hands then began weaving some seals, slowly so... As if she didn't memorize the jutsu's necessary signs yet. Before she was ready, she talked again, noticing how she was being observed. \"How may I help you?\" She asked, looking at Ayaka momentarily, before shooting out a small pebble out of her mouth. This pebble formed into a fist-sized rock, but... That was about it. It obviously was aimed at a dummy, away from Ayaka. Damn it, this didn't work..." }, { "author": "videns", "message": "\"Oh hello.\" The Nara greeted, not expecting to be noticed or even greeted, her expression a mild surprised but still carrying a polite smile. \"Oh nothing in particular, you're not in any trouble don't worry.\" She said laughing slightly nervously. Despite joining the Military police a few weeks ago this was the first time she was addressed so formally as officer. There was a sense of pride to be felt in those words, a sense she wasn't too used to yet. It'd take time to get used to it for her. Despite her best efforts to look polite, her body language showed she was a bit nervous, slightly hunched with her hands in her pockets.\n\nSeeing the girl then shoot out a rock gun technique, Ayaka's curiosity grew. \"I'm mainly here to see if anyone needs a hand with their training. Back when I was a genin I found any help from someone slightly more experienced helped tremendously.\" She explained, taking a hand out of her pocket to be slightly more expressive in her speech. \"And I'd be reminisce to say you caught my eye. You have a killer sense of style.\" Laughing lightly she turned away for a moment. \"I don't mean this with any malice but I never imagined seeing anyone train in such formal attire. Heels of all things. But sure enough you're here whipping out jutsu no problem. What jutsu exactly are you trying to learn?\"" }, { "author": "tboy2210", "message": "The nervous behaviour was visible to Sumiye, though it had her more worried than amused. A Chunin, worried around her? This definitely wasn't because of her, right? Why would somebody like her be nervous around somebody like Sumiye, an innocent and friendly Genin? \"Oh, that is good to know!\" She said about the comment of not being in trouble, joking around a bit as she even slightly giggled - hand covering her mouth to not appear rude.\n\nThe jutsu had failed, though Ayaka had begun talking and... Complimented her attire. Immediately did she catch her attention again, making the Kanemoto fully face her before she began smiling. A big, happy smile, now giving her another bow, but a slightly different one. \"Thank you so much! It always is a joy to hear such words. I am more than happy to hear that you like it so much, Officer.\" Sumiye had her hands on top of each other right in front of her. When it came to manners, she was definitely at the top. Maybe over the top even, but that didn't matter.\n\n\"I came here to train two techniques today. The Earth Release: Rock Gun technique, and the Lightning Release: Thunderbolt technique. Would you.\" No Explosion Release after all, so Ayaka wouldn't be able to witness that today. She had realized that learning that sort of jutsu would take... A bit more than expected. She'd definitely require help." }, { "author": "videns", "message": "Ayaka was rather surprised with the big smile and gratitude. Not so much that her expression changed but enough to know the girl truly appreciated her words. Truth be told Ayaka was slightly intimidated by the genin. She rarely had met anyone with such confidence in their fashion sense and even feeling a bit more confident in herself lately, seeing someone like that made her that little bit nervous in herself. It probably didnt help that the girl was as polite as a city official too. It seemed almost unnerving though it was through no fault of her own. \n\nOnce she had finished thanking her, Ayaka took a single hand out of her pocket. Waving it airly in front of herself she gave a more relaxed smile. \"Nara Ayaka. It's nice to meet you.\" Hoping that the whole officer business would end with an introduction she went on to ask what jutsu the girl was learning. \n\n\"Oh I see. I was correct in my assumption then.\" She said looking over at the debris of the rock beside the dummy. \"But not the thunderbolt one anyway. I can help you with rock gun if you'd like. I can also try to help with the lightning release technique but no promises on it's success.\" Taking the other hand out of her pocket, Ayaka did a few light stretches, her shaggy black hair bobbing up and down as she did. \n\n\"Let's see you do the rock gun again. It's important to get the hand seals right before anything else. After that the chakra kneading.\" Now sounding very matter of fact, the girl quickly pulled out a notebook from her jacket ready to begin the tutoring." }, { "author": "tboy2210", "message": "It wasn't rare that Sumiye appeared as a very confident girl, to the point of even making superiors unsure - she can remember some Chunin who tried to loosen up the situation by making her talk in a more friend-level manner. But she always remained polite anyway. Ayaka, well... She introduced herself, and Sumiye immediately picked up the hint.\n\n\"Kanemoto Sumiye. The pleasure is all mine, Nara-sama.\" Now, whether this was better than calling her 'Officer' was a different story. Ayaka would have to specify what she wanted to hear, as Sumiye usually had no problems changing that sorta thing. Although she personally did prefer staying respectful.\n\nUpon being offered help, her smile shifted to something... Slightly less formal and more... Warm? It's hard to tell, but it looked like she was - again - really grateful. \"Your aid is greatly appreciated!\" And then, she received some advice.\n\nGoing for what she was told, she performed the seals again. This time quicker and much cleaner. The kneading took a bit of time, but as she shot out a pebble, it grew and grew... Soon enough forming into a big boulder! Big enough to damage the dummy quite a bit, as it was all dented up now. \"It worked! Hmm... I assume the same advice can be applied to Lightning Release - or any other jutsu?\" The Genin asked, then turned to face Ayaka again, noticing the small book. But not commenting on it." }, { "author": "videns", "message": "\"Haha, Nara Sama could mean anyone from my father to the Grand Major. Use my first name in whatever way makes you most comfortable.\" With a slight tilt in her head her smile grew glad the whole officer thing was laid to rest. It seemed the girl was very sharp to pick up the hint right away but then again the introduction was very on the nose. At the same time it felt right to introduce themselves. Ayaka could tell they'd become fast friends. \n\nWith that out of the way it was onto the technique. Even with the most basic of instruction Sumiye mastered the technique almost instantly, leaving Ayaka's mouth slightly ajar. \"W-Wow excellent. Hah that's very impressive.\" Patting her shoulder out of sheer astonishment she quickly cleared her throat. \"I have to assume you were practicing more before I joined. Or rather I Need To tell myself that. It took me much too long to get that technique down. My voice is still rather gravelly from all the failed attempts.\" Laughing again at her own joke this time she looked again at the destroyed dummy. Truly impressive.\n\nWith that done it was onto the other jutsu. Sumiye's question came quickly thereafter, Ayka taking a quick note of it. \"Hmm well yes and no. Some elemental release like earth and water release need a bit of extra time to properly knead. Since you're creating mass out of chakra with them it can be much more taxing and therefore needing more concentration. From my understanding anyway.\" She said writing it down quickly. \"Fire and lightning are much more destructive and volatile. The same applies for both but instead of mass you're making pure power. You need to be precise in the conversion just the same but don't need to knead it nearly as much if that makes any sense.\" Frowning at her own uncertainty she put a hand to her chin, rest her elbow on her other arm tucked in underneath. \n\n\"Perhaps you should give your other jutsu a whirl and we can see. You are right however, hand seals are still important as is the chakra control. But don't spend as long needing the chakra, you don't need to create as much solid mass.\" WIth that explanation out of the way, Ayaka made a set of her own hand seals, tapping her hand to the ground. A little ways away, just a bit closer to them than the dummies a golem made of earth popped up. \"And since you thoroughly destroyed the last target, here's another one.\"" }, { "author": "tboy2210", "message": "Sumiye was in the middle of focusing on her technique when she was asked to use the first name instead of the last. And judging by the way Ayaka actually thought about it, the girl began to... Feel embarrassed a bit. Minimally so, but after the technique, she quickly apologized. \"My apologies. I am way too used to formalities. Please forgive me. Would... Ayaka-sensei suffice?\" Again would she seemingly not settle with anything lower than that, and just went for the next highest honorific relative to the name she used. Ayaka was her teacher right now after all.\n\nReceiving that second compliment though, this time about her jutsu... It did kind of manage to make the girl blush. Very gently so, but her cheeks did show a tiny bit of redness. \"Thank you. Earth is my primary element, so this was nothing out of the ordinary.\" A nod was given. \"I did make my research before coming here, so that must have helped me out.\" The small joke made Sumiye giggle though. Seems like the two were getting along quite well already.\n\nHearing all the other words now, the Kanemoto silently stood there and took in every word, making sure she heard and understood it all. \"I see. This makes sense to me as well. Please give me a moment to make an attempt.\" Then, she turned her side to the other. Different seals were weaved, before she then extended her arms and pointed her palms forward. In a way, this reminded her of the Gale Palm jutsu she had seen other Shinobi use. An element she was not able to use, but still. Out of her hands came lightning. Though... They were rather thin streams, reaching the golem and maybe hurting it a bit, but not enough to destroy it, despite the elemental advantage. \"This was my fault. I should have taken more time I think.\" She looked over to Ayaka. \"The lightning is supposed to be far bigger than that.\"" }, { "author": "videns", "message": "Ayaka giggled at being called sensei. It was true she was getting into the habbit of teaching but Sensei sounded strange. \"San is more than enough but whatever makes you feel more comfortable. Your formality is very commendable. Most genin I've met are wayy to crass.\" With her lips curling again Ayaka tried not to laugh, feeling as though she had been doing so a little much. \n\n\"Hah... Mine too.\" Rubbing the back of her head the Nara's own cheeks flushed slightly. \"Even still it took a teacher of my own to help me get it right. You only needed a really basic instruction so yes, you did excellently. One could even say, you rock!\" Letting out a small snrk now, Ayaka was unable to stop her shoulders from vibrating from her contained laughter. \n\nNext though was the lightning Jutsu. After the demonstration Sumiye explained it was supposed to be bigger. This time Ayaka knew the issue as did her pupil. \"Yes. Sorry my explanation was poor and wordy so I'll take fault here.\" With a small formal bow she stood upright, leaning on a hip to write into her notebook again, this time a large circular motion was very visible. \"You still need to gather enough chakra to expel, you just do not need to focus on making as much mass such is the case with earth release. But not to worry, this is what training is for! Especially for me. I'd like to be able to help more and learning my own faults in teaching is actually helping me quite a bit. It helps that you're naturally so good at this though.\" With a warmer smile, Ayaka looked to her golem which was still relatively intact. \"Okay try again. This time more chakra, less kneading, big power.\"" }, { "author": "tboy2210", "message": "Calling others sensei wasn't really that weird to Sumiye. She found it appropriate, as this Officer - who obviously didn't want to be called Officer - was really helping her out by teaching her the necessary things to achieve success in her training. Either way, she was being corrected again, and this time... She slowly nodded, rubbing one of her wrists as she took mental notes. \"Ayaka-san, then. Forgive me.\" Sumiye gave an apologetic smile, before...\n\nA pun was thrown. One that made Sumiye kind of loosen up again as she visibly had to hold back a laugh as well, not releasing it for the sake of not appearing rude. \"You are too kind. I think I cannot express my gratitude enough at this point.\" Ah, seems like Ayaka's words really reached her, as she actually seemed almost flustered by it all. A mentor who compliments her this much... She did like this one, really.\n\nBefore she could talk more, the Nara began explaining to her what she did wrong and how she could improve. The answer almost seemed too easy. In conclusion, she had to put in... Less work. No kneading, just more Chakra. That's far easier than the Rock Gun stuff. \"Alright. Give me a quick moment please.\" She said politely, before beginning to weave her seals again. Quicker this time, and the kneading part... It wasn't skipped obviously, but she put less time into that. What she did put in instead was Chakra. More than one might expect.\n\nIn the end, she shot out the jutsu again, this time far stronger. It was actually strong enough to make the golem crumble and potentially explode into smaller rocks. Sumiye smiled proudly, even if her jutsu wasn't as strong as it could be - especially with one hand shooting out an almost unnoticeably weaker beam. \"Raw power almost seems like an easier and better way for Lightning Release.\" She figured, giving Ayaka a nod. \"You indeed are a phenomenal teacher, Ayaka-san. I could not have done all this without your aid!\"" } ]	323	3,810
185.5	2022-05-15	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "\"Excuse you? I'm the most confident in my abilities, the confidentest, there's no one in Noragakure as rightfully confident as Fukumatsu Azuku.\" She stood tall at her full height, which was, as Kichi had come to know by now, not at all that impressive. \"Well, it could be a combination of chakra output and precise control... Admittedly I don't use Shuriken often, though I should probably fix that for the future...\" She hummed in thought.\n\n\"Gimme a visual demonstration, I'm Nyat A mind reader. I wanna see exactly where the mess up is so I can jumble together some advice that may or may not make sense.\" When compared to other aficionados, Azuku's ability to articulate the use of jutsu was... Not the best it seemed, though at least she seemed eager enough to help. \"I'm gonna guess it has to do with adjusting from gentle manipulation to harsh force, but I'd like to see to be sure.\"" }, { "author": "droark", "message": "\"Alright. Here.\" He gestures at a pair of dummies nearby - other than them of course before four kunai slip into his fingers. It's not immediately clear where he got them from, honestly, but he layers them with chakra before tossing one pair after the other at the two dummies. There's a quartet of sharp 'Shlick' as the wind covered blades slice neatly through the cloth coat over the wood beneath - but they don't quite go through. \n\n\"There's a technique I've been working on that needs the extra finesse wind gives ya. Can't quite get rid of the hissing sound just yet.\" Azuku wasn't adept enough with her ears to even catch that, but Kichi can feel the vibrations in the weapons enough to know that things aren't perfect. \"Plus — well, should probably be able to slice through a dummy yeah?\"" }, { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "She blinked, tilting her head... She hadn't heard even a peep from the shuriken... But considering what kinda stealth specialist Kichi seemed to be pushing himself towards, Azuku supposed that there was something she was missing that he wasn't. \"I'm gonna be honest, when it's... That* Specific... Maybe it's natural... Air resistance causing that whistle? If you wanna get rid of all sound, there's gonna have to be virtually no resistance... That or some kinda bubble of undisturbed air to allow em to travel...\"\n\nShe closed her eyes, this was a lot more complicated than simply telling him to be more precise, it required direction as well. \"Those are the two best options I can tell ya to go down, there's a few jutsu I can think of from the library that focus on directing shuriken with precision... Maybe use those as a basis? I dunno... Ugh, you really gotta ask the complicated questions...\"" }, { "author": "droark", "message": "\"Alright. I'm not too ready to work on that technique - but I can work on the precision here.\" Kichi spends the next hour or so workshopping things with Azuku - thankfully it isn't with too much of an air of what is to come, but as he describes the technique he's working on it becomes more and more apparent just what he's making. As Azuku knows Silent Killing, there's a few degrees of separation but. . . This is something far more intense. \n\nIt's an assassination technique - how wonderful! \n\nRegardless, Kichi leaves with a smiling wave and hop to his step, a new understanding to wind release techniques settling into the back of his mind after a productive training session." } ]	190	742
155.8	2022-05-20	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Masumi entered the field. He stretched his arm across his body as he began to contemplate of a technique to learn today. He might not even. He might meet someone new today. As he stretched his other arm across his body he looked around the field. He spotted someone. Captain Keizo Murano. A grin formed across his face beneath his mask. He knew this captain very well. Ever since he was a genin, he was tutored by the Captain. Beside Naoyuki, Murano was one of the more favored tutors he had.\n\n\"Yo Murano, how goes it?\"\n\nMasumi asked as he approached the Military Police Captain. He hadn't actually talked to Murano since he was a genin, but he still remembered them well. That was the case for a lot of people that he interacted with. He always remembered them, including the Captain in front of him." }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "Murano was in the middle of another bout of hand seal practices when Masumi called out to him. He stopped his training for the moment to throw a greeting the Hyuga's way, waving to him from his seated position. \"Pretty good, just practicing a barrier technique. You here to practice too?\" He asked. It'd been sometime since he last spoke to Masumi, but he was pretty good at remembering faces and voices. That, and there was only so many Hyuga's he'd taught in the past. \n\nWhile they talked, he'd continue flipping through the hand seals necessary for the technique, trying his hardest to memorize each individual movement needed." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Masumi shrugged. He wasn't here to practice anything, but more to meet new people. He initially came here to practice, but he has nothing to practice. He was more just here for fun. He didn't have anything he wanted to improve for now, or learn any new jutsus at the moment.\n\n\"Nah, just here because I'm pretty bored. I'll probably practice another day.\"\n\nMasumi said. He scratched his chin and adjusted his mask as he looked over in the distance. The barrier technique sentence clicking in his mind. He looked back to the Captain.\n\n\"Barrier technique? What kind?\"" }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "Did people often come to the training grounds out of boredom? It wasn't something Murano ever considered he'd do 'for fun.' He shrugged slightly before continuing with his practice. \"To each their own, I suppose.\" \n\n\"Crimson Mist Barrier. Essentially, it creates a fog that takes away the opponent's vision. It also has the ability to block any and all sound from getting out of the mist. This'll be my first attempt at it.\" As he finished the last seal, a sudden fog would burst forth from Murano, quickly enveloping the two shinobi. It'd only last for a few moments, but in that time Masumi would no doubt notice he couldn't see a foot in front of him. It was as if he'd suddenly gone blind. As quick as it came, it'd vanish. \n\n\"Think I might have messed up the visualization a bit. It should've lasted much longer than that...\" Murano said, annoyed with himself for having made such a simple mistake." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Masumi shrugged. Not a lot of people did what he was doing, but he didn't have anything else he wanted to do. He wasn't in the mood for training or learning new jutsus, but was definitely down for talking.\n\n\"Ah, just tell me whe-\"\n\nMasumi said as the fog enveloped them. He stopped talking and instead looking around him for the few moments that it was up. He shrugged as Murano commented about the length of the barrier. He readjusted his mask again.\n\n\"So, what're you gonna use it for? I don't really understand how you would.\"" } ]	135	779
154.333333	2022-05-22	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "malvarik", "message": "\"There's a few different applications, namely as a means to escape or take out my opponents without them being able to see me.\" He realized that if he didn't elaborate, Masumi would probably be left wondering just how Murnao would be able to take out a squad of opponents when his jutsu also blinded himself. \n\n\"I should mention that my hearing is well-above that of a normal shinobi. I'm capable of fighting blind and people blinded by the barrier would no doubt make all sorts of noise as they tried to stumble around and find their allies or the enemy.\" He could almost imagine it now, a whole squadron of ERF fumbling over each-other to find him or each-other. It'd only take a short while for him to move on in and take the whole lot of them out." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Masumi nodded. Those were some pretty good applications. Although one thing stuck to him after being told all of that information. He looked away for a moment, then back to the Captain. He gestured to his ears.\n\n\"Are you able to hear everything inside the barrier if you're inside of it?\"\n\nHe asked Murano. This kind of information was good to know, for both of them. Incase Masumi went up against this kind of barrier ninjutsu, and also so that Murano knew what they were doing when it came to using the jutsu.\n\n\"Also if it's used as a means of escape, does that mean you're able to make it bigger?\"" }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "\"Those who are inside the barrier are able to hear each-other and what's going on outside, yea. If you're Outside The barrier though, you can't hear into it. It makes the area nice little isolated patch.\" His second question made Murano ponder the jutsu for a few moments. He hadn't considered the possibility of expanding it, as he thought it could only cover a small area. \n\n\"I suppose I could, it'd just take a bit of training. Unfortunately, this was all I had time for. I'm going to go grab some ramen before I head to work, if you wanted to join me.\" Murano rose from his seat and motioned to leave, gesturing for Masumi to follow if he wanted" } ]	155	463
313	2022-05-24	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "Coming back from a patrol was usually a bit exhausting, not so much that she was Actually Exhausted but more that any amount of mundane busy work left Azuku feeling like she needed a heavy nap in a heated sleeping bag, but unfortunately for her, it seemed like one of her favorite spots was currently being occupied by someone really going to town on a couple of their own clones. She perched herself on a tree, watching as Chinami struck her water clones... The strikes... They weren't fast, they weren't sloppy, but there was a hesitation... Azuku remembered when she had that problem, the disconnect where a weapon didn't feel like a natural extension... Ehhh, maybe she could help.\n\nShe hopped down, still in that same cat like stance, tilting her head. The girl was... Short, was the first thing Chinami would notice, the hood covered a good portion of her face, with stylized cat ears sewn in, and a wooden cat themed mask covered her face. The vest of the Frontier patrol was lightly visible underneath, so it was obvious this girl was an FP member.\n\n\"You're Nyat Gonna get anywhere if you're gonne be Kitten Around with a bunch of Pawtry Clones. Furtunately For you I was Meowt And about, and as such am taking pity on you... Draw your sword, if you're gonna swing it around me, you're gonna swing it right, until you Purrfect It.\" She stood, still not that tall at her full height, pushing the cloak back to reveal a set of claws already drawn. \"C'mon, you get Furst Strike.\"" }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "As she stood there trying to think of what to do, the sudden appearance of the girl with a cat ear hood almost caused her to jump out of her skin. She had been so distracted she hadn't even noticed the extra chakra signature in he sensory range. \"Oh what the!\" She stopped herself when she took a closer look, seeing the distinctive mask of the Frontier Patrol. Ah just another interesting chunin. She had found that most chunin seemed to be at least some what different to your average person, at least in personality.\n\n\"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to shout you just startled me. Also, I know I won't get anywhere with clones but that doesn't matter now as I seem to have a new training partner.\" She decided not to comment on the strange way of saying some words she had, figured it was just another unique quirk of hers. As the chunin revealed their claws Chinami was intrigued. What a interesting weapon. \"Hmm that's an interesting weapon. Let's see how it works.\"\n\nAt that moment she rushed towards her new opponent, the tip of the blade pointed straight at her chest. Once Chinami closed the distance she extended her arm thrusting the blade towards the catgirl." }, { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "Azuku watched the girls strikes carefully... While she wasn't necessarily the epitome of Chunyan's, especially with those with so much more training than her, she definitely had enough experience to see where the Genyan here was going wrong with her practices. Her foot dragged along the Earth as her claw lashed out, catching the blade between the sharp blades of the Tekko-Kagi before throwing it upwards. \"Nuh-uh, that's Nyat How you should engage, a forward thrust is one of the more obvious initiations a Kenjutsu user can employ. You're not Kitten Anyone with an obvious move like that... Let's see...\"\n\nShe hummed, during her time working with weapons, Azuku had heavily considered taking up the Katana, obviously, Kenjutsu was the most popular weapon style for a reason, but, she'd decided of course to stand out instead. She tilted her head, looking over the girl's stance. \"Firm your stance, your legs are too close together, I could get a strike Meowt Right now if I swept your legs.\" She walked around Chinami, tilting her head. \n\n\"Also, you're hesitating, I get striking with a weapon is a Purrcocious Thing... You're not Furrmiliar With your sword yet, not comfortably, aren't you?... Okay, here's what we're gonna do, we're gonna work on your forms until you can accurately tell me how far you need to be from me before Purrforming A thrust.\"" } ]	329	939
183	2022-05-26	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "\"It's... Nyat Bad, and it's gonna feel weird at first, but the big part of using a weapon is having it feel Nyatural At every step, there should be no hesitation, no confusion... Knowing exactly how far to extend, to draw back, that's the most important aspect of all Bukijutsu. Now, let's try it again, repetition is the name of the game here, and trust me, I get it, it's Litterally The most boring thing at times, but it's important.\"\n\nThe strike that came this time had a good deal more speed behind it, but Azuku was still, at the end of the day, a Chunyan with a bit more skill than the girl she was training, as she backed away from the strike with a small skid, giving the girl a nod. \"That's better, you're still hesitating a bit, but we can fix that up, don't Pawnic About hitting the enemy, follow through... You don't wanna get your blade stuck in someone mid fight, that's a big issue that isn't easy to fix.\"" }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "Not wanting to lose any more momentum Chinami let the blade continue to move, rotating it around so the next strike would come at the girls shoulder. Not even giving herself time to think she would then lunge forward with another thrust. She hoped chaining moves like this would make her harder to block and evade.\n\n\"Don't hesitate, follow through got it.\" She felt like she was beginning to understand bukijutsu a lot more. It was a flowing art, never being stationary. In keeping with this after her thrust she would immediately slash down to try and cut across the chunin's torso. \"How's this?\"" }, { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "\"Heh, now you're getting it! Constant Meowvment, don't just think about the Cata's Like a stagnant thing, they gotta flow into one another, it's kinda like a dance, except with more sharp instrument stabby stuff and less dancing and gross amounts of PDA.\" She seemed to have some opinions on the matter of dancing, though that wasn't important!\n\n\"C'mon, gimme one more good show, try and gimme a good stabbin'.\" Obviously she wouldn't Allow Herself to be stabbed, but encouraging someone to do better wasn't at all a bad thing to do, right? \"Put some elbow grease into it.\" She crouched low, waiting to deflect the final strike with her claws, a grin on her face... Hopefully this would be enough to satisfy the Genyan, then she could get to her nap spot!" } ]	184	549
139.25	2022-06-07	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "annarcki", "message": "It took the woman a second to remember the mans name, before she grinned, rocking back on her heels as he flickered towards her. \"Not too sure to be honest,\" She laughed, it took her a second before she shrugged. \"I'll probably work on my Bukijutsu to be honest, it's been awhile since i've put some effort into that. Think you can work with that?\" Azami teased.\n\nWith a tap of her fingers her meteorite kusarigama was in her hands and she teasingly spun the chain in her grasp, rocking on her heels." }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "\"Buki? Yea, I can make that work. You try to hit me and I'll flicker around and dodge. Just... Don't try to hit me anywhere vital, yea?\" He said with a half smirk as he body-flickered backwards about a dozen feet or so. He'd never seen Azami fight before, so he was somewhat interested in her fighting style. Seeing her grab hold of the kusarigama, he was suddenly thankful that he'd trained with Kana all those times. He was by no means an expert on the weapon, but he knew how to dodge it for the most part. \n\n\"Alright, ready when you are!\" He called out, falling into a defensive stance." }, { "author": "annarcki", "message": "\"I'll make sure to give it my best shot\" She teased, spinning the chain in her offhand more seriously as she debated adding wind chakra enhancement too the attacks. She quickly settled for simple basic chakra enhancement, which still added a bit of danger without risking Azami taking one of Murano's arms in the process.\n\nShe started of basic, the chain of the weapon lashing out to hit low where the captain was standing, aiming for the man's legs." }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "Murano watched as the weapon's chain swung down towards his legs in an attempt to take him off his feet. He'd body flicker upwards into the air to avoid the strike before falling back down to his previous position. \"Leg strikes? Don't tell me you're going easy on me.\" He teased with another half-smirk as he prepared for her next attack.\n\nHe could feel his handle of Body Flicker improving with each successive use. It was a good feeling, one he hadn't felt in quite awhile." }, { "author": "annarcki", "message": "Azami bulled the chain back as he flickered away, using her sensory slightly to make sure she kept track of him, even as he stuck to the same place. The man's teasing making her laugh sharply. Pulling the chain back she turned sharply on her heel, using the momentum to whip the chain diagonally at Murano's chest, moving closer to close the distance slightly.\n\n\"Don't make me break out the wind enchanting Murano, this thing is meteorite, unless you trust your body Flicker that much.\" She joked back at him." }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "He could tell that his teasing probably had some effect on the Stalker as her next attack came at him center mass and much closer. He narrowly avoided the attack as he leaned over and dropped down, letting the diagonal slice fly through the space above him. That was Way Too close for comfort, had he been a bit slower he'd have taken that head on. \n\n\"Okay, maybe we hold off on the wind stuff for now.\" He said with a nervous chuckle as he got back to his feet and body flickered backward, putting more space in-between them." }, { "author": "annarcki", "message": "She only grinned at his nervous chuckle. Repeating her movement forward, not letting the man gain almost any ground. Tugging the chain back and adding a flourish of a spin as she slashes the chain down at Murano again from a different angle. Only basic chakra enhancement coating the blade as she did.\n\n\"What? Getting cold feet? What happened to body Flicker?\" Azami would tease." }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "\"Me? Cold feet? Nah, never.\" He said with a shaky smirk. \n\nHe cursed under his breath as the next attack came faster than he'd anticipated. He body flickered backwards to escape the incoming chain but was slightly too late on the uptake. The chain impacted with his chest and his body flicker went awry, sending him rolling backwards across the field. Thankfully, he had his armor technique to tank the damage. \n\n\"Armor technique really doesn't do anything for the pain.\" He said as he got back to his feet, nursing a new chain-shaped bruise on his chest. It wasn't anything Mystical Healing Palm couldn't fix afterwards, thankfully. \n\n\"Alright, I'm good. I'm good. Go again.\" He said, taking up another defensive stance." }, { "author": "annarcki", "message": "\"Never? Sure sounded like it.\" \n\nShe paused, though doing do made her loose her momentum, letting the chain hit the ground. She gave him a moment to breath as Azami called out \"You good Mura-chan?\" Getting hit with chakra enhancement was never fun, though she smiled as he got back to his feet. He'd be find, clearly.\n\nWith a nod she pulled the chain back, and instead of throwing the chain out again, with a quick movement of her hands the Kama was thrown upward, her attempting to drag it down again towards Murano." }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "\"Yep, all good. Just haven't been hit in awhile.\" He'd been training things like Sensory for so long that he'd foregone this kind of training. Hix reflexes were a bit dulled in that respect, having not been used in quite awhile. \n\nHe watched as she switched up her moves, instead throwing the Kama itself at him. He was ready this time, however, as he body flickered to the side and let the Kama impact the ground where he'd stood previously. \"You're really good with that thing. Self-taught or did you have a tutor?\"" }, { "author": "annarcki", "message": "She was forced to plant her feet down and yank the Kama from the ground more harshly then the chain, with both hands for once before lashing out again, the Kama aiming for his torso again. Was it slightly low to aim for the same spot she just hit? Maybe. But also it was training, and Murano was a Chunin.\n\nShe responded to him after a moment with a grin. \"Self taught through and through, I've been using it since I graduated though, so I do hope I'm good at it, I'd be a pretty bad Shinobi if I wasn't.\"" }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "\"Color me impressed. You're a natural.\" He complimented as he watched the Kama suddenly zoom towards his chest. Oh, so that's how they were playing? He couldn't exactly blame her though, it was smart to aim for a target's wound, after all. He body backwards and out of range of the strike but not as far as he'd like. The strain of his chest wound caused him to lose focus for a moment, halving the movement he'd intended. \n\n\"Alright, one more time then a quick break, ok? Losing some of the sensation in my legs right about now.\" He joked. He was telling some truth though, his legs were really fucking tired at this point." }, { "author": "annarcki", "message": "\"Why thank you, I'm glad to know it shows.\" She joked with a slight laugh.\n\nAzami would let out a quick 'mhm' at his statement before moving to attack again, yanking the chain up and then down again, feeling a little merciful, or was it mean? She aimed low, going for the man's upper legs, she did however drop the chakra enhancement as she did, not wanting to do much damage if she did hit him. Once the attack went through, whether it hit him or not, she would drag the chain back to herself for now.\n\n\"Don't fall over now, I won't be helping you back up.\" Teasing she rolled her shoulders and shook out one hand while she stood." }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "Murano watched her intensely, ready to dodge her next attack. He'd watch as her next attack went low once more and prepared to Body Flicker once more. However, the impact from her Kama's chain earlier had taken a bigger toll on his body than he'd anticipated. The Body Flicker only sent him back a few feet, not nearly far enough to get out of range of the Kama. It'd slam and wrap around his legs, sending the Chunin flailing to the ground. \n\n\"Shit!\" He hit the ground with a thunk and groan as he felt her begin to pull him back with the chain. With a few more groans of pain, Murano untied himself from the chains and shakily got back to his feet, rubbing at his now bruised calves. \n\n\"Atleast you didn't have chakra enhancement on it, I guess.\" He said as he plopped down on nearby rock formation to administer Mystical Healing Palm to his bruises.\n\n\"You know any medical techniques?\" He asked out of plain curiosity." }, { "author": "annarcki", "message": "She let out a slightly startled laugh, though genuine as he fell. It was a little mean so she stifled it quickly as he untangled himself, letting her re-seal the weapon into her tattoo again, for now at least. Jogging over lightly she crossed her arms and gave him a 'tut' sound. \"Mind your language, Mura-chan.\" She teased clearly before sitting on the ground by him, cross-legged and leaning back on her hands as she watched him use mystical palm, at least she was pretty sure it was, Hitomi had learnt it a long time ago.\n\nHis question did make her shake her head though. \"Not one, never really was my thing. It's pretty impressive though.\" She'd hum for a second before speaking again. \n\n\"How 'bout you, know any Bukijutsu?\" It was mostly joking, amusement in the PU members tone, though it was underlined with genuine curiosity." }, { "author": "malvarik", "message": "\"Hilarious.\" Murano said in response to her telling him to mind his language. He could feel the bruises slowly begin to fade as he held his chakra-infused hands over them. There'd still be some residual soreness, but the majority of the pain would thankfully disappear. \n\n\"Understandable, it's hard to get used to compared to traditional ninjutsu.\" It'd taken him quite a long time to adapt to using medical ninjutsu, which required fine control and the ability to heal rather than inflict harm. \n\n\"That obvious I never learned any?\" He quipped with a small smirk as he finished healing the bruise on his thighs and moved to the one on his chest. \n\n\"But nah, I don't know any. I was never really good with weapons, not for lack of trying or anything. I just never could get the hang of it like the others could. I mainly use the Chakra Scalpel in combat. Quick, effective, and if devastating under the right circumstances.\"" } ]	125	2,228
157.2	2022-07-16	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Yukis face would turn pink as she would walk in, not really thinking that shes all that attractive to begin with. She would walk over to an empty table as well, and would sit there watching the room looking for any signs of a scam, or keeping an eye on the room to see if anyone had noticed her yet. She would sit in the corner quiet waiting to see if anyone would approach her, or if she was going to have to go on her own and start approaching guys. Which she didn't really want to do she was hoping they would make this easy for her, and come to her. As she would glance over to Itsumi to make sure that she had back up in case anything crazy started to break out, as she is out of her element when there is no water near by." }, { "author": "cohooldolava0286", "message": "Itsumi nodded to Yuki and went up to the bar to get some drinks after a moment. In that moment a rather sleezy looking guy came over and approached Yuki, \"Hey there Red. You're lookin' pretty all alone here by yourself. Why don't I show you a good time.\" He gave her a lecherous smile and leaned over the table." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Yuki would remember what Itsumi told her about being attractive and innocent as she would look up to the man with a smile, and she would tilt her head as she would look confused by this. \"What do you mean a good time? Are we gonna play a game?\" She'd ask playing up the innocent card as she would look at the man a bright smile across her face, hoping that Itsumi wouldn't leave her hanging with the different creeps in place." }, { "author": "cohooldolava0286", "message": "Itsumi glanced back towards the table and saw that Yuki was already approached by a man. She sighed and reached back to grab drinks then she snapped back to stare noticing the man in particular who had approached her. Blonde hair. Black eyes. Sleezey as hell. This had to be the dude. Were they That Lucky? Damn it. She looked backwards and forwards and she snagged a third glass of mostly full beer from a patron that wasn't paying attention before she headed back to their table.\n\nShe butt in before the man could respond, \"Hey there Yuyu. Oh hey there. Good thing we got an extra drink. You want it?\" She smiled smoothly at the blonde man who blinked in confusion. But he worked back in, \"Yeah sure, and I can think of a few games I'd enjoy playin' with the two of you girls.\" Then he cursed as Itsumi 'accidentally' spilled the beer on him. She apologized and began to wipe down his front. While she did that her hand seemed to go inside his jacket and pulled out a few suspicious items.\n\nItsumi slapped them on the table and sighed, \"I could be more subtle. But you're really bad at hiding these things. Alright he's our mark Yuki I'll leave the rest to you.\" He looked up in shock them pushed the table towards Yuki and dashed towards the exit of the bar." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Yuki would jump over the table and rush to get in front of the door flipping a table that had a few water cups on the table as they would crash. She would sign for water clones as the 3 would circle him as she stood in front of the door keeping it closed as she would look at the man. \"If you come with us, and don't put up a fight we don't have to hurt you.\" She would say trying to reason with the man as she would look at Itsumi wondering if her authoritative voice was any good at all. She was guessing probably not, so she would have to work on that at some point so she could sound more like a cop and less like a cutesy girl." } ]	151	786
112	2022-07-17	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "cohooldolava0286", "message": "Itsumi gestured towards the blonde haired target, \"Look at me not him! He might try some-\" She pulled out a kunai and threw it suddenly. In that moment the man pulled what looked like a red colored bomb from his jacket. The kunai cut through the top of it keeping the fuse which he had ignited with a friction strip from sizzling down. He threw it down to no explosion. The blonde haired man chuckled then. And then tried to dash past one of the water clones as fast as he could." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "One of the clones would attempt to trip the man as one of the others would keep anyone from intervening other than Yuki or Itsumi as her 3rd clone would wait to see what Yuki would do. Seeing him pull out the comb a look of fear would play across her face until she saw Itsumi take care of the bomb she would stop being frozen up as she would then attempt to tackle the man to the ground. If this attempt worked then the clone would pull some rope from Yukis equipment and attempt to tie his hands with it as Yuki would move to keep her foot on teh center of his back to make sure that he won't be getting back up without being restrained." }, { "author": "cohooldolava0286", "message": "The man cried out in fear and struggled heavily but he was no where near strong enough to fight a trained shinobi. He was brought to the ground and as his arms got tied behind his back Itsumi explained to the crowd that they were Nora shinobi and this man was wanted for scamming and thievery. The crowd slowly began to disperse when she showed her Nora headband. Itsumi walked over and raised and eyebrow, \"Carry rope everywhere with you? You know what. Don't wanna know. Good job.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Yuki would look at her confused as to why she would say she didnt want to know, but she would think back for a moment remembering that her brother told her that rope is cheaper than cuffs. Since she wasn't exactly rich, or in the poilce force yet she just carried rope instead.\"I carry rope cause its cheaper than cuffs, and currently I am still poor and I am not in the police force yet. Although, what did you assume I carry rope for Itsumi?\"" }, { "author": "cohooldolava0286", "message": "Itsumi sighed, \"You know what. I think that damn fish is getting to me. Don't worry about it Yuki.\" She smiled then continued, \"Good job catching him. I guess the only thing left is to get him to the proper authorities and report the mission. Good job Yuki. I'll go with you and fill out the report while you turn him in does that sound good?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Yuki would nod as she would ahve her clones disappear she would push the guy making him walk faster as she really did need to get paid she would walk him all the way to the station. \"Thank you for taking me on this mission with you Itsumi it was really valuable.\" She would smile to her as she would hand the man off to the head of the station bowing to them as if she knew the police she would walk over to Itsumi not wanting to leave her to do everything alone. \"Here I'll help ya out so you dont have to do all of the boring stuff alone.\"" } ]	109	672
576.2	2022-07-23	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "megachiroptera", "message": "Hikari diligently listened to Juni's explanation of his strange throwing weapons with an even stranger name — boomerang! That sounded so goofy! Like it was supposed to blow up or somethin'! Hey, that gave her an idea!\n\n\"Juni, Juni!\" Hikari chirped excitedly, nearly bouncing on her feet. \"What if the boomerangs could blow up! 'Cuz, er, they're called boomerangs, so maybe if you put an explosive seal on 'em, and maybe a tie-in trigger that activated the explosion remotely through collision, or somethin'...? 'Cuz that would mean that they'd only blow up when they hit somethin'! Though, er, maybe catchin' em would be a bit scary, since the collision would also be affected by your catch... So maybe hittin' 'em with a specific part of the 'rang? Somethin' to work out later... Uhm! Hi! Sorry! Got distracted again! Seal talk does that to me, eheh... Anyway! Your boomerangs look super fun!\"\n\nShe nodded happily, before another idea came to her mind. \"Oh, hey! D'you need any help carryin' all these? 'Cuz I can totally put 'em all in this seal for you an' take 'em with you wherever you need'a go! How much do they all weigh? 'Cuz this only goes up to like a hundred pounds, an' it's prob'ly not a good idea to fill it to the max in case it's a lil' over — I haven't learned the proper way to make explosive seals yet but I've definitely blown seals up before!\"\n\nThat Hikari said all of this with a very innocent smile was likely cause for concern — but, then, she was a child murderess, so perhaps it wasn't the worst thing to have said." }, { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "\"Perhaps in the future, it would be fortuitous of me to request lessons in the sealing arts from you, as you seem to have more knowledge in it than I would have. Though... It is, actually somewhat humorous, that you would speak of explosive boomerangs, I haven't the skill yet, but I've been working on some diagrams...\"\n\nIt was possibly Hikari's turn to be out of the loop, as Junichiro pulled open a wide sketchbook, which was almost mechanically filled with accurate, indepth sketches of tools, weapons, gadgets, taken apart from the smallest level, each facet explained. \"See, if I were to make a domestic, mechanical explosive, it would prove beneficial over a tag due to the lack of chakra within to detect. It could be used from stealth without the enemy being none the wiser, interesting, yes? Now, there's other, less lethal methods, such as-\"\n\nHe would continue this until he'd gone through five design variations, between throwing weapons, shields, and even rough sketches of Trench Knives, like the one's Hikari used, it seemed as though Junichiro definitely had an eye for crafting.\n\n\"Ah, but I apologize, I have droned on and on... Do you... Have any questions?\"" }, { "author": "megachiroptera", "message": "\"I could totally teach ya!\" Hikari said happily, only to be immediately distracted by the mention of diagrams. \"Ooh, show me, show me!\"\n\nHikari was definitely out of her depth at the mention of actual mechanical blueprints — she'd never really done any crafting herself, especially since Mushi-chan was able to make her trench knives! — but it wasn't a total lack of coherence. Blueprints were kinda like seals, after all! Clearly labeled parts and detailed information on what each segment of a mechanism did were no different from the weird squiggle language that made up fūinjutsu in her mind. The amount of characters needed to tell a seal it was supposed to store something, and the exacting nature therein, was kinda like how precise metal parts needed to be to interlock and shift with each other!\n\nOr something. Hikari wasn't an artisan.\n\nStill, all of the designs were super interesting! Even if the redhead didn't completely understand what she was looking at, it all looked super detailed and Wait, were those trench knives?!\n\n\"Ooh! Trench knives!\" Hikari exclaimed, pointing emphatically at the offending diagram. \"Juni! You can make these? That's super awesome! I've got trench knives! They're so fun! Oh, uhm, I didn't really understand much of what you said. 'S okay though! Don't need to learn how to build things if my handsome friend Juni can do it for me, and that gives you money!\"" }, { "author": "wanderermog", "message": "\"I haven't necessarily unwrapped the secrets of forging meteorite... But perhaps, in the future, it would be something that I can do so... It would be, comforting, to know my friends are protected by my creations...\" Handsome? What kind of word was that in relation to him? As far as Junichiro was aware, the Jihibiki were... The furthest from attractive by conventional Nora standards, though, the inverse was also true to him looking at them... Even then, looks mattered little as a shinobi, though in his mind, he simply assumed it was, as some would say, an ironic 'friendly ribbing'... Calling him something he obviously wasn't, in their eyes.\n\n\"I look forward to our future lessons then, and whenever I unveil these secrets, I shall undoubtedly offer you my services... Of course, it will not be free, but I can at the very least ensure you are charged less.\" Resources weren't cheap, and while it still vexed him, he understood that the government required some payment, it was... Important, right?... Taxes were eternally confusing..." }, { "author": "megachiroptera", "message": "Being promised a set of meteorite trench knives, called a friend with no way for misinterpretation to exist, and offered a discount for the service? Hikari liked to think she was super good at keeping a level head, but this was almost too much! The small gremlin of a girl blushed madly — her first instinct was to hide the blush, but her hands were full! Uhm, uhm, uh... \n\nHikari rushed forwards and hugged Juni, hiding her face in his chest — he was a foot taller than she was, after all. Upon realizing what she was doing, the girl's blush intensified, and she jumped back as though bitten. Even to Juni's grayscale vision, there would be a noticeably darker tint to her face, due entirely to her tomato-shade flush. What was she doing?!\n\n\"Uhm!\" Hikari squeaked eloquently, before shaking her head. \"Here, let me, uh, get started on sealin' these up for you to move 'em! Least I could do for, uhm, the discount! Yeah! Ack, where's my ink, paper's so much better for stuff like this 'cuz it's lighter.\"\n\nA few seconds later, preceded by a series of comical noises emanating from her bag of sealing supplies, the redhead had an innocuous sheet of paper on the table in front of her as well as a well of ink and a calligraphy brush. In short order, she'd have the storage seal made, and all of Juni's boomerangs tucked within for his convenience.\n\n```Uzumaki Clan Compound, Hikari's Parents' House!```\n\nA frustrated groan escaped Uzumaki Hikari's mouth, reaching through a set of jail bars made of gritted teeth in a forlorn attempt at freedom, only for the redhead's mouth to snap closed in a pout. Why wasn't this technique working?\n\nIt was simple in design: swing her trench knives and a blade of wind would come out and fly forwards towards a designated target. Where Hikari was having trouble was the difference between just channeling wind chakra to her knives and letting it fly free — nothing she'd tried so far had worked. The Uzumaki scionness looked to the sky. It was maybe an hour past noon now, which meant she'd been here for around three hours. She sighed, then, and sat down after walking over to the wall of her home, resting her back against it.\n\nShe stared at the knife she held in her left hand, the trusty implement reflecting light as though it was freshly polished to a mirror sheen. Hikari knew basic blade maintenance, of course, but polishing wasn't something she was very familiar with. Juni had done it the one time she'd asked, and it had looked super pretty for all of a few hours before using the knives had smudged them too much to reflect light so clearly. She'd been too embarrassed to ask again — ugh, but she was getting distracted! Unless, maybe...\n\nWith a stuck-out tongue, Hikari channeled wind chakra to her knives. They lit up with an azure blue glow, and the redhead took solace in the comforting feel of her airy chakra — a smile shone on her face. If she sped up the flow, and controlled it more tightly, the chakra wasn't anywhere near as erratic in its flow, right? Hikari treated it like chakra meditation, focusing on nothing else but the feel of her chakra flowing to her blade. Nearly ten minutes later, the flow was totally refined, as smooth as the steel that made up the basic form of her blade.\n\nFifty minutes and fifteen cycles later, Hikari had lowered the amount of time it took to get her chakra flow to that point down to a matter of seconds — still too long, but good enough to progress. She could see a defined blade of wind resting on her trench knife, so now the only thing left to do was to find some way to throw the wind blade off her knife, right?\n\nShe tried to do it, swinging her blade and urging her chakra to fly off in a uniform layer, but it all just dissipated instead. Hikari frowned. Maybe she needed to be more thorough with that aspect of the technique? Think about hand seals! Focus on her wind! Try to flow it all through her blade, make the swinging aspect an extension of herself!\n\nHand seals and their effects entered the Uzumaki's mind. Bird for its flight, for its agility, for its sharp turns and sharper talons. Rabbit for its airborne jumps, for its haste, for its instinctual need for movement. Horse and Boar and Ram, too, for their forward locomotion, for their single-minded charge, for their speed and power and ferocity. Dragon for its fearsome wings or its levitation ability depending on the myth origin, for its unadulterated personification of strength, for its lack of fear in the face of its own ability.\n\nWind was freedom. Wind was the air she breathed and the sky overhead, the clouds on rainy days and the sun on others. Wind was bright like the day and dark like the night, radiant as the stars dotting the atmosphere overhead and as extant as the moon itself. Wind was an ability to move and seek and feel, to jump up and run ahead and shout to her heart's content. It was playfulness and rambunctious spirits, mischief incarnate. \n_ _\n\nWind was subjugation. Atmospheric pressure weighing fourteen pounds on every square inch of the world she lived in. Terrible natural disasters like hurricanes and tornadoes, like monsoons visible even as far away as Lake Soma was. Wind sliced and bashed and crushed and smashed without caring for the consequences. Wind was madness and fury, pride and power. Wind hated containment.\n\nWind was like Hikari, multifaceted and emotional. It wanted to frolic in the meadows and dance beneath the blanket of stars. It wanted to be shockwaves created from punches and slicing motions created from knives, to be blunt gusts emitted from outstretched palms and a maelstrom of violence bellowed from a powerful set of lungs. Wind was many things, but one thing it wasn't was incapable.\n\nHikari's eyes snapped open, gray irides glowing with mischief. She was Hikari and she was the wind within her coils, running rampant with wanton thoughts of destruction and prototypical desires to fly. One day she would fly, a comet twice or thrice the speed of sound sailing far above the clouds and crossing the width of Noragakure no Sato in a matter of minutes. For now, she was grounded — but the blade of wind that danced on her knives were not.\n\nIn an instant the Uzumaki stood. The trench knife she held in her left hand was soon shrouded in wind chakra — seconds later the flow was uniform. Hikari looked forward to the training post installed in her backyard. It was fairly new, since she'd sliced through the last one. But, really, that's what they were for, weren't they? It was hardly good practice if her wind didn't actually cut anything. \n\nThe faint sound of wind being sheared emitted from her knives and with a confident flick of her arm — reflecting on her reflections, on the nature of wind, on wind-attuned hand seals and their brethren — the wind blade flew forwards into the upper region of the training post. It sliced clean through, dissipating shortly afterwards. A thin, triumphant smile stretched her lips, but she could do better.\n\nThe redhead prepared again, and the flow was even quicker to initiate and corral than before — it took maybe two seconds for the entire process, and she was sure the time would cut down immensely once this became part of her muscle memory. Her wind begged to be free, to fly forward and destroy, and Hikari obliged.\n\nShe'd have to get another training post, wouldn't she? Grr." } ]	316	2,881
181.5	2022-07-24	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "khepri", "message": "Anju was headed towards Enkai's dead drop once again with Chinami following right behind. She had been checking this particular dead drop quite a bit lately, but she couldn't really help it. It seemed that Enkai was becoming more and more likely to join their cause, so she didn't want to waste time. Luckily when she arrived and checked, there was a new location given.\n\n\"...More ruins, I guess? Well, lets go. I think I know where these are at too...\" She said as she started to run off towards where she believed them to be.\n\n\"Do the thing\" She said with a nod towards Chinami, assuming she'd know to find their little student." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "Standing next to Anju as she checked the dead drop she wasn't exactly surprised when she said they had another meeting locations. Enkai had been a pretty regular student of theirs. One who had great potential to not only massively improve but also to join them in Higanbana. \n\n\"Well then, lead the way I'll be right behind you.\" As Anju sped off she followed close behind. It had become really apparent just how fast Anju had become. There was no way she could even remotely keep up to her now. Just wait until she figured out flight then she wouldn't be so much faster. Despite the speed difference it really didn't take that long for her to catch up to her. Coming to a halt right next to her she looked around for their student.\n\n\"Do the thing? Is that what I am now a glorified student finder?\" She jokingly shook her head before dutifully taking the sensor stance, searching for the very familiar chakra of the Hoshigaki." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Enkai had made contact one again. He was excited to continue his training with the rogues and wanted to learn more. Despite what other people would say, he found them to be lovely people - not criminals. The young Hoshigaki stood amongst ruins to one of the many, many towns that were destroyed in the frontier. Now he couldn't help but think Nora played an active role in all of their demises. \n\nToday he had left behind the Hoshigaki cloak and opted for his sleeveless black shirt. The zanbato was stabbed into the ground next to where he was standing. With fingers moving into a simple seal he turned into a beacon, his chakra swelling and letting anyone in the area know someone was here. Courtesy of a newfound grasp of his control. \n\n\"I hope you don't mind constantly meeting in ruins.\" He yelled out as he waited for the rogues, or someone else, to respond. \n\n\nI'm awake les do this" }, { "author": "khepri", "message": "\"Yep. That's your job~\" She teased lightly to Chinami.\n\n\"Nah. It's fine. I assume you had something in mind for training? Unless you just wanted to call us over because you already have money for us~\" She said in a teasing tone.\n\n\"I was actually thinking of a couple of things I wanted to let you know about anyways. Since you seem so... Friendly\" She trailed off. She wasn't completely certain whether or not she should reveal secret information, but... It would probably make him more open towards them." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "Chinami chuckled in response to Anju's comment. She supposed someone had to find the students and if the rest of the group couldn't well it was up to her. Well that and a genin's natural curiosity to gaining power, that helped a lot. She found the genin they were looking for, not that her sensory was required. His yelling was more than enough to locate them.\n\nWalking over to where he was she allowed Anju to speak first. She always seemed to know how to approach these things better then Chinami did. \"Not to mention these ruins are a nice place to train. Very little concern needed for collateral damage. Anyway what did you want to speak about? How can we help our.. Friend.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Enkai stopped flaring his chakra when they arrived and relaxed. \"You could have my money if you wanted, though it's not quite 30,000 nichi yet.\" He chuckled as he crossed his arms and took a few steps closer. \"I pick remote locations that people won't care about.\" \n\n\"Well... My friends.\" He trailed off, sharp teeth forming a menacing grin. \"I do believe you two are the most capable ninja to teach me more about ninjutsu.\" He wanted to become a powerful jutsu user and he was already on the right path - though with them he'd be accelerated. \"And I have general questions.\"\n\nThey had already established what it took to join them and that masks were for anonymity. \"How does mask assignment work? Because you two have very different styles.\" A painted fingernail moved between their masks. \"And your names. Those are code names, no? It's smart, but is that something your organization assigns?\" Enkai wasn't sure if he was overstepping, but he was just curious." }, { "author": "khepri", "message": "\"Oh, well... Things like that aren't that set in stone\" She admitted with a shrug. Maybe it made them look a little less unified, but it was the truth.\n\n\"We either come up with the names and masks for each other, or we come up with them ourselves\" She explained. It wasn't a huge secret of their organization, and not very important. At least not compared to all the other secrets they had\n\n\"As for ninjutsu, well... How about you do some target practice while we talk?\" She asked. A moment later three water clones that looked identical to her formed next to her and started moving away, separating to be useful as good targets. She liked to do this for training sometimes. Just have a conversation while having target practice." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "A smile formed behind Chinami's mask. She had to admit designing the mask and coming up with a codename had been pretty fun for her. She hoped if Enkai joined them he would have fun with the process too.\n\n\"Exactly, for example my mask is designed to make me far more intimidating than my natural self and it also matches with my Kekkai Genkai quite well I think.\" She raised her hand, her blue painted nails clearly visible as she held her palm open facing up. A white mist swirled around her hand before fading away leaving only a small ice sculpture in the shape of a butterfly.\n\n\"As for my name Rime, well I should think that is obvious really.\" She let the butterfly drop from her hand as she exhaled a similar white mist from her mouth. The mist dissipated into the air as the butterfly smashed against the ground. A moment past before the air around them cooled and ice began to form over the surface of the ground in about a 2 meter radius from her. It seemed this jutsu wasn't ready yet after all, it would need some additional work before she could fully utilise it.\n\n\"So as you see they are personal choices to further portray the image we want. Oh and they a pretty cool if you ask me. Anyway let's do as Happy said, lets repeatedly destroy her clones whilst we talk.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I can do some target practice.\" He said with a nod as he positioned himself toward the wall. Enkai wanted to ensure he could still actively listen to them, but he also wanted to show off some of his more impressive techniques. The genin flashed through his hand seals and began to push chakra up into his throat. \n\nThe Hoshigaki opened his mouth wide and the flames sputtered out and took the form of a dragon head. Enkai blew it out of his mouth aggressively and had his flames connect with the wall. The wall blackened and the flames shot up into the sky and darkened the grass around the remains of the ruins. \n\n\"What information would you two offer up to a new recruit?\" This was the first time he had acknowledged wholeheartedly that he intended on joining. \"I'm all ears.\" Enkai said before turning back to the wall and flashing more hand seals in preparation for while they spoke to him." }, { "author": "khepri", "message": "\"You should probably aim for the actual targets\" She chided, all three water clones still staying perfectly still in the distance. They'd dodge to act as good targets, but until then they had no purpose.\n\n\"As for what we can offer you, well... We have some suggestions. Horrors are, as it turns out, quite a big threat. Even for us. Ideally, you should join the predator unit. It would provide you with an eye capable of... Well, I'm not an expert on it personally because I don't have one, but it makes horrors vulnerable. There's always the chance we run into a horror out here, so having a little reassurance doesn't hurt.\n\nAdditionally... It probably won't be an issue for you any time soon, but... People can become horrors\" She explained. The last point especially was something that she found particularly troubling." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "Chinami's eyes shifted so she could see Anju out the corner of her eyes. So they were going to tell him about horrors were they? She was very curious as to how their student would react to this knowledge. \"Of course it's typical that Nora makes sure only the predator unit has the knowledge and tools to defend themselves from the Horrors. One of the things we wish to do is give every one the ability to be able to defend themselves should the need for it arise. \"\n\nObviously she would prefer that not everyone need to fight but needlessly keeping information and tools away from people so they had no chance what so ever to fight back. That just seemed foolish. \"As for that last little bit of information it is unfortunately true. In fact it's one of the things that makes them such serious threats to us.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Enkai paused before attacking the water clones and let out what could only be described as a gasp. This news about horrors was something he hadn't expected. In fact he had only known, prior to this, they were a danger outside of the walls. Now it sort of put everything into perspective. \n\n\"They are humans?\" Enkai turned his attention back to the water clones and flashed his hand seals. He wanted to use the technique they had taught him. He compressed his chakra and pushed it up through his throat and launched the flames at the water clones. Great annihilation. He still hadn't grown accustomed to using it, but it made him feel powerful. \n\n\"Is this a byproduct of Nora negligence? Did they create them?\" He asked with a raised brow as he looked over at Happy and Rime. The genin had a lot to go over in his head, but he wanted to keep asking questions. \"It seems strange that humans can become them... It seems oddly convenient.\"" }, { "author": "khepri", "message": "\"...Yes, as far as I'm aware they were all once humans\" She said patiently. She knew it would be much to take in. He'd have to get used to the idea before going too much farther with them, however.\n\nTwo of the clones managed to dodge out of the way of the wide scale attack, though one still ended up getting hit. It turned into a puddle of water after the slightest bit of flame started to lick at it.\n\n\"Nora has done quite a few things wrong, but creating horrors doesn't seem to be one of them. It's more like an... Infection that someone can get after being \"Dream eaten\" By a horror\" She explained. It was clear she hadn't personally experienced dealing with horrors or someone changing. At the very least though, she was fairly certain she trusted the information.\n\n\"I know this is a lot to take in though, so feel free to take time to think about it if you need to\" She offered.\n\n\"Make sure not to repeat anything you've learned, obviously\" She said with a flat tone." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "\"Yes because if you do repeat what we have said to the wrong person then I'm afraid the Horrors will be the least of your concerns the authorities in Nora get a hold of you. It is the burden of knowing the truth in a society based on oppression.\" She knew that she had almost cracked knowing what she knew when she was still with Nora. Hopefully Enkai would have superior willpower compared to what she had and hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with any nosey chunin." } ]	186.5	2,541
156.166667	2022-07-25	GuildTextChat	[ { "author": "khepri", "message": "It was a new day. A new day for training. She was already dressed and ready to start. Rather than go and get Chinami from the cabin and start the day, she leaned up against the doorway. There was one way to get her attention. She was curious how she'd react.\n\n```Onomatopoeia```\n\nThe sound of explosions rang out from Anju's mouth. To Chinami it would probably sound like actual explosions going off near the cabin. She remembered doing something similar to Nasaki, and the look on his face was priceless." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "Chinami's eyes opened as explosions went of near the cabin, probably Nasaki trying to prove just how powerful he is with his one jutsu again. Deciding to ignore it she turned so she was laying face down and simply manipulated her chakra.\n\nIce Rock Dome of Magnificent Nothingness - B\n\nA dome of ice began to form around her and her bed. As the ice completed its shape the sound seemed to fade a little. Peace at last, now time to catch up on some more sleep." }, { "author": "khepri", "message": "After a short while of making it sound like the outside world was exploding, it was apparent that Chinami wasn't going to come out so easily. Was she just not worried? Did she think it was a prank? Or maybe she was just a much heavier sleeper than anticipated...\n\n\"Well... I guess you win this one\" She mumbled to herself as she went into the cabin and then Chinami's room. She blinked, staring at the ice dome for a moment. Thankfully it started to weaken the longer she waited, so she eventually decided to just punch straight through it, and rip a hole open.\n\n\"Why is there ice in the bedroom...? Come on, get up\" She insisted, peeking through the hole with her mask." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "Her head slowly turned to face the mask poking through the ice. \"Because I heard loud annoying explosions and assumed it was just Nasaki trying to show of again. Not a one trick pony my ass\" She mumbled that last part. \"Well I guess it wasn't him at it was your attempt to wake me up. Well congratulations I'm awake.\"\n\nShifting her position she sat up. Stretching out her arms she let out a yawn before standing up and walking over to the ice dome. Raising her hand she placed it on the surface of the ice. It shattering a moment later. \"Good morning\" She continued over to her table where she had folded her clothes.\n\nA few moments later she was fully dressed and her mask was on. She turned to face Anju. \"So what are we doing today then?\"" }, { "author": "khepri", "message": "\"Ah. That's actually a pretty reasonable assumption, to be honest. You'd likely smell toast before that happened, though\" She reasoned.\n\n\"Well, how about more of just what we did the other day? It's still hot out. Not everyone can make a nice little dome of pure ice to keep them cool\" She said, seemingly pouting despite wearing the mask. She headed out towards the front door, expecting Chinami to follow along, and eventually arrived at their usual training spot.\n\n\"Water only! Maybe we should pick some more water jutsu up at some point too... It'd be nice to be able to just make a big pool wherever we wanted\" She said in a wistful tone." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "\"Alright let's do it!\" Following behind Anju she walked outside their cabin. As they stepped into the open air she looked around. Once again the sun was up, its rays shining down on them keeping them at a nice uncomfortable temperature. Walking a short distance away to where they usually train she waited for Anju to take her own position.\n\n\"You said just water right? So no ice? I guess I need to give you some kind of advantage.\" With a lazy motion she swung her arm forwards towards her girlfriend.\n\nRising Water Slicer - B+\n\nAs her arm swung a razor sharp stream of water burst up from the ground rushing towards Anju. As it travelled it sliced cleanly through a rock that was between the two of them, a clear display of this techniques cutting power." }, { "author": "khepri", "message": "\"Just water\" She acknowledged with a nod. Unbeknownst to Chinami however, Anju had a slightly different goal for the training. She dodged, barely getting out of the way, but just close enough to feel the mist of the water jutsu going over her skin.\n\nHer new speed was certainly coming in handy. Getting hit by one of these could be troublesome, but... It was worth it. She needed this sort of fine control with her new movement abilities.\n\nShe retaliated right away, shooting a massive water dragon out of her mouth straight for Chinami.\n\n```B Rank - Water Dragon Bullet```" }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "She let out a yawn as she saw the water dragon bullet approach her. Perhaps she should respond in kind? She channelled her own chakra and began to form her own dragon.\n\nWater Dragon Bullet - B++\n\nAs the dragon finished forming it shot through the air, smashing through Anju's technique before continuing towards her. \"Happy you are going to have to try your higher ranked techniques. I'm not having any trouble reacting to these. Try and hit me with something faster!\"" }, { "author": "khepri", "message": "Anju waited a little to long while watching their identical jutsu. Well, what she thought was identical anyways. A moment later the superior water dragon bursted through the water, and she knew she'd have no chance of dodging out of the way of it. She brought her arms up to block her face and braced herself against the ground as the water slammed into her. Despite her efforts, she was still knocked back a few feet.\n\n\"Fine!\" She shouted out in return. Her body was already aching, but it wasn't too bad. Her own jutsu had weakened the force significantly.\n\n```A Rank - Water Release: Snake's Mouth```\n\nShe spat out a large water snake that immediately took off for Chinami, changing direction slightly if needed." }, { "author": "superstes", "message": "As the water snake rushed towards her she leapt to the side. It wasn't fast enough. She could do nothing but laugh as it swallowed her legs dragging the rest of her with them. As she was swallowed by the huge watery serpent it took everything she had to try and keep her wits about her. With a lot of effort on her part she spread her arms out beside her.\n\nIce Rock Dome of Magnificent Nothingness - B++\n\nThe ice dome formed around her just in time for the water snake to dissipate and for her to drop back to the ground, the dome shattering on impact. \"Owwwwww... Okay okay, lets go round two.\" She stood back up turning to face Anju, ready for them to continue training. It was going to be a good day.\n\n```end```" }, { "author": "amari2", "message": "` Suimen Pond now `\n\nMozu typically was always found eating something, whether it was chips, onigiri, or dango, she followed strict adherence to the Akimichi diet. Though, this was a rare occurrence for any onlookers, as was Mozu not only not eating food, but she was also actively destroying it. Standing in the pond not too far from land, she had her hands clasped around a singular potato chip. She was trying to cause damage to it by weaving Wind Release chakra onto it, cracking it or ideally slicing it in half. She was much more fond of doing physical strikes over ninjutsu, but to neglect a skill entirely was an exercise of foolishness.\n\nShe wasn't sweating yet, but it was obvious even from a distance that she was struggling with her current exercise. She was looking at her belongings not too far from the water she was standing on, looking at her couple bag of chips that she brought alongside her backpack. Opening her hand to take a glance at the potato chip in her hand, she sighed before closing it back and applying more force to her tenketsu.. She still had some more work to do." }, { "author": "glowy", "message": "Hon followed the exact damn opposite of the Akimichi diet, she ate less then she realistically needed, giving her a thin and almost bony body, partially concealed by her fancy cloak. This did make her look rather normal for an Aburame, though still probably Unhealthy according to an Akimichi. Regardless of her build, she was here for a purpose, the same purpose the Akimichi was here, to practice controlling her wind chakra, something she had been very much slacking on.\n\nShe approached the lake and looked out across it, spotting the Akimichi but not exactly wanting to disturb them, after all if they were practicing something completely different she wouldn't want to interrupt. She motioned through some signs, for breakthrough, before trying to gently release the wind chakra, enough to cause ripples in the water but nothing more. She released the tech, trying to hold it back and keep it weak and controlled, though she of course failed spectacularly and release a far more powerful blast of wind that would cause the water to splash on Mozu." } ]	153.5	1,874
315.416667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "evoliveoyl", "message": "Asako Kita made her way up the marble steps and through the double doors of City Hall. She had made sure to wear her more formal kimono, and had taken great care to tie back her long hair in its customary ponytail. Already though the wayward strands were escaping from the more-decorative-than-functional comb. She held a small stack of papers, neatly printed notes and inquiries to aid her interview with the Second Secretary.\n\nKita took a moment once inside to get her bearings and appreciate the hum of business being conducted. She announced her arrival to an attendant for her appointment with the Second Secretary of the Ministries of Licenses and Taxation, Oromo Aoi, and was shown further inside.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "City Hall was a busy place, and all the more busy with the Otomo family in charge. Therefore, Asako Kita would have to wait to see the Second Secretary, even with Samurai status, outside of her office. Every handful of minutes, someone ahead of her would enter the office while another left, some furious, most depressed, and a rare few looking either smug or satisfied. But _very, very few._ One courtier wearing Mantis colors went as far as to let out a sigh of relief before hurrying off with scrolls and parchment. \n\nBut eventually, it would be Asako-san's turn. A young servant man would escort her into the office space, a room that was cramped with scrolls, papers, and more than one abacus. All the same, everything was put in its place, carefully organized, and while it may have looked overwhelming to some, to the Second Secretary, it was all as it should be.\n\n\"You must be Asako Kita-san.\" \n\nAoi was thin and of fair complexion, wearing a bit too much rouge and _far_ to much eyeliner, making her shrewd, judging eyes look all the more sinister. Her smile never reached her gaze, and her hair pulled up into a tidy and elegant arrangement only aided in making her live up to her venomous demeanor. \n\n\"Well met,\" She said, standing to give as minimal a bow as she would need to. \"Otomo Aoi, Second Secretary, as you know. Sit, sit; I am a busy woman, and the Empire has no time to stand about.\" \n\nOnce seated, Aoi would ask the first of many questions: \"How may I assist the Phoenix Clan today?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "evoliveoyl", "message": "Asako Kita gave a quick bow in return and sat as she was bid. She gave the severe woman a friendly smile. \nMore flies with honey... She thought to herself.\nYes, Otomo-sama. Thank you for making the time to see me so promptly. I understand your time is valuable so I will try to not take too much of it.\nWe wish to open a dueling organization, administered by the Phoenix embassy. Prior to opening this endeavor, I would need to know what the applicable laws and regulations are so we could adjust any plans accordingly.\"\n\nKita resisted the urge to stop and allow Otomo Aoi to respond, but under the woman's glare, she pressed forward with an overview of the proposal.\n\"In whole, regular contests would be set up for duelists to complete for the title of Steel Talons. We would propose to invite the most recent finalists of the Crane Iaijutsu contest as our initial champions, with their blessing, and open up later challenges to others to gain the title.\nPlease let me know what additional details you would need, and I will certainly provide them as I can. Any insight you have would be appreciated.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Aoi took the information as it was given, listening to Kita as she petitioned the idea. \"A dueling organization, eh? Interesting.\" It was hard to say if that was actually how she felt, or if she was merely placating, but it was obvious by her mannerisms as she started to pull scrolls and papers to in front of her, she was already calculating what this would take. \n\n\"Mhm, yes, that would make sense,\" And other small nothings left the woman as Kita explained further, but by the point the Phoenix got to 'Please let me know,' The Otomo interrupted. \n\n\"Yes, that's lovely. Now, first and foremost, a stipend would need to be paid for the registration, documentation, and authorization of a Clan-backed, Clan-moderated organization. That would run in the avenue of...5 koku. Depending on the size of the orginization and its members, there will need to be a registry of these so-called duelists. The Phoenix Clan would be responsible for this. Furthermore, the 'Steel Talons,' as you call it, will be obligated to identify themselves as such before engaging in any sort of duel among non-members, as it would be dishonorable to hustle the unwary with your cadre of skilled swordsmen. \n\n\"Furthermore, you will need to have some means of identifying members, _however_ it can __not__ be any sort of insignia, mon, or other symbol that could be confused with a Samurai family, a station of a Great Clan or the Imperial Magistrate, or any other acknowledged organization or order- _HANZO!\"_ \n\nShe suddenly shouted, and just as soon as the second syllable left her shrill voice, a nervous little servant man arrived at the door. \"Fetch me the Crane Dojo's registry for that tournament they held during the Spring Festival. Now.\" The man hurried off, leaving the two women alone once more. \n\n\"So. A few more questions: Where do you intend to host these dueiists? Will the Phoenix host them on their embassy grounds, or will you require a separate establishment? On another note, if I may dare, and I _do,_ why are the Phoenix so interested in Dueling all of the sudden?\"" }, { "author": "evoliveoyl", "message": "Kita trailed off as Aoi broke in, sitting patiently through the litany of inquiries. At each item she stretched out another finger in her lap.\nAt the outburst directed towards the servant, she fought back a smile, remembering similar moments in dealing with a senior member of the library's curator team. \nShe straightened herself in her chair and tried to answer the Second Secretary in a straightforward manner.\n\n\"Registry and documentation, that should be no problem. Of course I would request for approval of any payment to be negotiated through the embassy. Would this be a one time payment for the initial authorization of the organization?\nAs far as registry of duelists involved, would it just be the 5 titled champions, or anyone who completes that should be listed?\nWe can make a requirement of participation to subsequently identify themselves.\"\n\nShe had curled up a finger as each item was addressed, pausing a moment then to think at the last couple.\n\"... Ah yes... Identification. I understand the winners of the various tournaments are awarded a medal of sorts? Would proving a similar award to the 5 champions to be displayed be appropriate identification for this?\nWe had not gotten so far as a location as yet, would there be a distinction in regulations if we were to house it locally versus separately?\"\n\nKita hesitated at the final point of inquiry, fixing the other woman with a polite smile again before answering carefully,\n\"Promoting positive interaction between the clans is an asset is it not? I believe perhaps this would encourage dueling as a more customary method of conflict resolution; and it may help prevent other infractions. But as you say-Dueling is not a standard interest of the Phoenix. But we wish to continue to better ourselves; provide those duelist among our clan an additional opportunity to challenge themselves.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"It would be a one-time payment for _registration,\"_ Aoi would confirm, \"And of course, if you charge dues to your members, the Empire will expect it's fair share of taxes. I know, speaking of money is so _heimin,_ but it is a fact of life. \n\n\"Registration will need to be for all members. If some bravo comes around calling themselves a Silver Eagle or whatever you said, the Thunder guard would need some means of confirmation to make sure the correct parties are put to task.\"\n\nAoi could say that this Kita girl asked the right questions, and better yet, she _listened._ A good trait to have. \"A medal, a sash or armband, anything if that notion should suffice. As for a location, of _course_ there would be a difference. A building would need to be found, or constructed, but that would be more of the Ministry of Land and Property than registration. \n\nAs Kita spoke of the positives of the dueling organization, Hanzo arrived with the documentation. He didn't look very enthused or optimistic, as if he knew something would bother his master. \n\nAnd surely, when she unfurled the tournament registration and the tournament brackets, Aoi's condescending smile turned to a frown. \n\n\"Oh. Well, this is a _problem.\"_ She showed the brackets to Kita. Out of 32 contenders, the mast majority were of the Crane Clan. But the problem was, none of them made it to the semifinals. Instead, there was Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, Bayushi Kaori... And two _ronin,_ Atsuko and Chiyōko. \n\n\"That will not do.\" Aoi shook her head, clearly upset. \"Asako-san, you _do_ realize two dishonorable thugs cemented high positions in this tournament, yes? I hope you're about to say that these wandering dogs aren't actually going to be considered members, let alone champions of this organization, right?\" She scoffed, incredulously so. \"You can see how that would be utterly embarrassing, to let two clanless peasants with swords represent anything more than a fireman gang, yes?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "evoliveoyl", "message": "Initially, Kita's eyebrows raised as Aoi's concerns were voiced, but her expression quickly followed suit to a frown. \n\"No Crane... Two Scorpion, and two ronin? This is... Unexpected.\"\n\nKita fell silent, her thoughts churning, Surely Asako Sanumo-sama knew this was the case when he came up with this idea for starting out. This better explained his suggestion regarding the Crane putting forward the fifth... Was he ok with these ronin being named their 'champions'? Does Ambassador lemon know? Surely... I didn't know any of these ones, but the one ronin I have met was brash and dishonorable.* She recalled the memory with distaste. \n\n She leaned forward, trying to look over the documents laying in the desk between them, searching for answers. \n\"The Crane allow them to compete in the tournament? Were they sponsored by someone?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"It's not just unexpected, it's _embarrassing.\"_ Aoi was none too pleased in the results, that much was clear. \"To think that two vagrants off the street would have bested the Crane of all people is beyond me, And worse, this Chiyoko character _won_ the damned thing over Bayushi Kaori!\" Otomo Aoi was certainly letting her disdain for ronin show, and was not so good at not making that abundantly clear. Something would have to be done about this. \n\nKita's question brought up a good point, and snapped Aoi out of her classist rant. \"Hm, that is a fair point. Why would they allow this?\" She flipped through pages, to find a registration, and sure enough, she found out why the two were allowed to partake. \"So, it would seem that both of the ronin were sponsored.\" She allowed Kita to see the registration for Atsuko and Chiyoko. It had their place of birth, their personal chops (if you could call a ronin's signature a 'chop'), the amount of money they put up to compete, and who they were sponsored by. For Atsuko, she was sponsored by Shinjo Inadoma, Magistrate of the Unicorn Clan. Chiyoko was sponsored by none other than Moshi Mai, Mantis Clan Ambassador. Their appropriate chops were documented and confirmed for authenticity. \n\n\"Would seem the gaijin decided sponsor them,\" Aoi scoffed. \"You know what they say, 'let in a mutt, you let in fleas, too.\" She wrinkled her nose at the thought, and shook her head. \"Now, as I said, Asako Kita-san, there is no way under the current imperial holding that we can allow your duelist organization to be propped up on the backs of two ronin. It would take some serious convincing to make it so, and I mean serious, _considerable_ convincing. Your better bet... Well, it would be easier to just... Get rid of the ronin, than to get them into your little club.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "evoliveoyl", "message": "Kita shook her head slowly,\n\"Crane tournament, ronin sponsored by the Unicorn and Mantis-their ambassador no less.\"\n\nShe sat back in the chair musing, rubbing a stain on her fingers as she did so.\n\"While I don't disagree with your sentiment, you can appreciate the position that puts us in. Even if we hold a separate competition from the start, these same ronin are likely to come out on top. And if we were to bar them from entering, then it is a slap in the face to those who allowed and sponsored them before since they've previously been allowed to entry.\n\n\"To be forthright with you, for this to have the positive interactions between the clans as I had shared with you as our reasoning, barring certain individuals that are closely tied to Any Of the clans may have negative consequences. \nBesides which, since dueling is tied so closely to one's honor, having such unsavory types as the ones to beat may encourage those challengers to push themselves even further. The most embarrassing part seems to be that two ronin have bested the entirety of Ryoko Owari Toshi's best offerings. If that is not a reason to develop the skills of the duelists of all clans, then I don't know what is. This would see to ousting them in a more long term, and less problematic, manner.\"\n\nKita kept her face carefully passive while making her argument, hoping to make her point while not riling up the Otomo secretary any more.\n\n\|\|Courtier 3, (also weakness Know it all 😉)" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Otomo Aoi pursed her thin lips as Asako Kita tried to explain not just dueling, but honor as a whole to her and its place in the city and the empire, It was _not_ taken well, but being a professional, she didn't snap at the girl, at least not yet. \n\nMostly because she did make an argument for herself. Using the ronin as some sort of gatekeeping for the proper dueling club could be warranted; one must defeat these dishonorable idiots to prove their place, etc. But again, calling them champions would be unacceptable, at least to Aoi. And _she_ had the higher status. \n\n\"Asako Kita, thank you for teaching me about honor. I must've missed those lessons when I was raised in an _Imperial family.\"_ The tone was clear, and not very kind. \"Now, be as it may, You will _not_ get approval with ronin champions. If you don't want to make the two gaijin-lovers upset, then perhaps you could have these dishonorable ronin be lower members of your club. But _not_ champions. Better yet, invited them both, make the decision look poor, and have them decline on their own, if you're so worried about being upset. Or...\" Aoi looked out into the hall, and saw/heard no one around. \n\n\"Pay them to decline.\" Aoi shrugged her shoulders. \"Ronin are driven by money and comfort; give them enough, they'll change their very virtues and patron fortune. Either way, I believe I made myself clear on what you'll need to do for approval, yes?\" \n\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "evoliveoyl", "message": "Kita realized her misstep too late. Her expression changed to one of chagrin as she backpedaled.\n\n\"Oh no! I mean.. I didn't... That wasn't...\" She stammered, \"I thought you wanted me to, I... I'll just stop.\" \n\nHer thoughts flashed back for a moment to Aio's previous appointments' relief at leaving her office, and wished she could scurry out the door herself. She bowed her head under Aio's glare, speaking barely loud enough for Aio to hear, \"I am sorry Otomo-sama. In my eagerness for my first assignment here, I have let my words run away with me. Please forgive me. I was sent here because you, of course, are the expert in such matters.\"\n\nShe was too concerned to initially register Aio's remark about bribing the ronin to decline. When she realized she raised her head back up with a look of mild alarm, \"Pay them? I see... You have indeed made yourself clear Otomo-sama.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"All is forgiven,\" Aoi sighed, \"If I got furious with every young upstart that overstepped, I'd be far too fatigued to work.\" The Otomo returned the document she was making, putting together a quick list of what was going to be required from the Phoenix. It ultimately boiled down to the registration, the fees, the symbol, and ensuring that no ronin would be admitted as champions of this organization. Better yet, no ronin period. \n\n\"Here.\" Aoi handed over the document. \"This will be what you'll need to start. Remember what I said about the ronin, mind you. You would be wise to refuse them, anyway,; I'm quite certain if you speak to your ambassador, he'll be less than pleased to have Atsuko-san among your dueling ranks.\" A knowing, slimy smirk came over the woman's face, but she was quick to stand and give a quick bow. \n\n\"Unless you have anything else, I am finished with you. Asako Kita-san. Go forth with the Empire's Glory in mind.\"" } ]	339	3,785
187.766667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The steps of City Hall were always alive with antlike movement. Paper-pushers and runners, courtiers and sycophants, anyone who wanted anything from the provisional government which now held sway over the city scurried desperately to gain their approval. Such was the way when the Imperial Family chose to settle their banners somewhere.\n\nIn the midst of it all, an elderly, small, scrawny man with what seemed to be a badly healed broken arm shakily made his way out into the streets. He was dressed finely enough for a page or other servant sent by a wealthy lord, but not nearly as fine as the person waiting outside whom he rendezvoused with.\n\nA long, elegant, and flowing kimono in black, decorated with swirling patterns of white flower petals caught in a spring breeze. A hauntingly beautiful face and long brown hair tied back. No daisho on their hip, but the person carried themselves with an air of someone who commanded authority in whatever room they entered. Though perhaps, given the way they were enraptured in conversation with the servant before them, a certain pleasant, near playful air about them." }, { "author": "allegory", "message": "There were always important reasons to be present at the centre of government in any place. Access to power, acquisition or promising of favors, feeling out the presence of information. All very fine things, to be sure.\n\nNone of these seemed to interest the dandy young man with the pink parasol today. Daisho at his hip, clad in deep plum and black garments marked with the symbols of the Yogo and Scorpion, and wearing a lovely white, red, and black half face mask in the image of a Hare kami, he seemed to be pursuing a more aesthetic interest.\n\nOkita was actively people-watching, admiring the various cuts of fashion worn by those around him. One moment he was appreciating a particularly well-executed cut of kimono, the next he would be watching the swish of a garment along someone's legs as they walked. He was humming some nonsense tune as he simply ambled and observed, occasionally twirling his parasol in careless fingers. \n\nWith such aesthetic concerns clearly on his mind, it was probably not all that surprising he would find his attention drawn to the elegant woman with no daisho. There was an aesthetic of authority, and she seemed to radiate it as naturally as breathing. This could be an interesting subject for a painting, perhaps...\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Agasha Kokuto wandered about with wide eyes, wondering quietly to herself how she'd found herself in this position once more. \"Again? Oh, Togashi-o-kami-sama, why do you do this to me?\" She practically moaned in despair. Much like at that moment, she was getting strange looks because not all of that wondering was internalized. \"This is the why of big cities deserving hate,\" She muttered at some of the looks.\n\nThe shorter woman had at least learned from her arrival to the city and was dressed in clothes more appropriate for her station. Sadly, they still left much to be desired from any fashionista and clashed glaringly with the finery of the green haori with the gray Dragon on the back just as much as the wakizashi in matching shades at her right hip.\n\nShe noticed two figures in dark frippery but it was the poorly set broken arm that really caught her eye. He must be in pain, She thought. A half step in the direction she was going when, \"Damn and blast it all.\" She turned with a nimble twist and started towards the poor man. The determined set to her jaw did not bode well for refusal or reluctance." }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Miu had been sent here to push some papers. Her? Paperwork. For the kami's sake. She knew nothing. Luckily it was simply delivering a few papers for Himiko, but Miu clearly felt like a strange goose in a field of swans, or ducks? Whatever. The grand lion managed to drop off the papers. Her red hairs danced all around and she was afraid of hitting somebody with them. Too many people. She stepped outside. Only to vision somebody just as eye catching had been the person with the beautiful kimono. Miu admired it. Then the face. A smile grew upon Miu's. \n\nIt was not her place to spy or even stare. But something mesmerizing about this human being caught her by the sudden. Not that her staring wouldn't be obvious, she was bright, towering over everyone and everything about her screamed lion. Screamed. \n\nShe snapped out of it. She wanted to hide and duck down. No option. She remained a bystander. One close enough to listen. One far enough to vanish within moments. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The Crane stepped out of city hall wondering once again what the point of this exercise had been. An attractive young woman of pale porcelain complexion accentuated with a distinctive beauty mark to the right of her chin, she held a rolled-up scroll in her right hand. Kakita Kiyoko had already arrived in the City of Lies some time ago, and with the official duty papers appropriate for the Crane embassy—and yet these Imperial bureaucrats still insisted that she present 'traveling papers' to them. The duelist ran a hand through the chin-length layered bob of platinum-white hair she sported in frustration. She then straightened out her haori, a light blue jacket emblazoned both on the left shoulder and the back with the emblem of a crane cradling a katana in its wing: the Kakita family mon. Daisho at her hip and attired in a black-and-red furisode kimono under the haori, she made her way down the steps into the street.\n\nWell, at least this pointless bit of bureaucracy was over with, she thought. Why was it that she had never had to deal with this sort of thing as a Shugyosha, anyway? At least she could return to the embassy now.\n\nJust then, an ethereal presence caught her eye: a figure of haunting beauty, attired in a flowing black kimono and bearing no daisho at the hip. In a way, the figure reminded Kiyoko of an earlier encounter with a woman of the Hare clan. She wasn't expected back at the embassy just yet. Perhaps she would take a closer look. The Kakita duelist altered her course, hoping to get a better view of the figure in passing.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The stranger caught sight of the approaching Dragon, turning to face her with a polite bow. \"Greetings Dragon-sama. Is everything alright? You seem very determined about something or other.\"\n\nTheir voice gave away as much indication as their face or clothing on if they were man or woman. But it had a beguilingly sonorous tone to it which proved as eerily beautiful as the face of the stranger themselves.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto pulled up short, blinking in slight surprise. She had not been paying attention to what the poor man had been doing, only that the arm was poorly taken care of. More than a simple nod but not quite a bow, she bobbed by way of apology. \"That should be better seen to,\" She pointed to the arm without mincing words. She looked the stranger over, curious if they were help or hindrance. \|\|Observant\|\|\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Oh, aren't you a kind soul Dragon-sama.\" They responded. Rolling, friendly laughter cascaded from their lips as they looked toward the servant currently wide-eyed staring at the unusual head attachments of the oncoming visitor. \"But, I can assure you that Eiji-san is just fine. What you see is from long ago, isn't that right?\"\n\n\"Aye, that't'is.\" Breaking his confused stare, the older man bowed deeply to the samurai. He now kept his eyes respectfully lowered so as not to put himself at the same level of a noble. \"Old thing from back'n my youth. Ain't nothin' t'worry y'rself with. Don' even 'urt, really. Like 'tain't even there.\"\n\nIt would be clear to the Dragon that the person in the kimono was in some way connected to the servant, most likely in a position of authority over them. Though it did not seem a hostile or overbearing relationship.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "As Kiyoko got closer, she recognized Kokuto. How was the Dragon woman connected to this figure? And... What was that atrocious accent from the old man? He sounded like a Gaijin. Curiosity got the better of the Crane and she altered course again to approach the trio directly.\n\n\"Hello, Agasha-san. What brings you away from your herbs? Are these two friends of yours?\" She said, looking the two strangers over again now that she was closer. Although the Dragon samurai-ko was in less Worn Clothing, the style of her wardrobe was still a bit Off; in that, she actually seemed to fit in with the other two. But then, the figure and the old man were Off In a different way than Agasha Kokuto was, so perhaps she was being too hasty to lump the three together.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "allegory", "message": "Oh how neat! More people, and they all seemed to know this person with the sense of authority about them. Well, he wasn't one to sit out interesting social engagements. Especially when someone seemed to know people from what looked like a motley of social standings.\n\nThe dandy-dressed Scorpion twirled his parasol gently in his fingers and made his way over to the others, giving a bow of his own. \"Ah, good morning minna-san, and how are we all today?\" \n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "\"Even properly healed wounds that are that deep will hurt from time to time,\" Kokuto said softly. Green stained fingers stretched out, palms with brown circle stains in the center hovering in entreaty. \"Perhaps something can be done,\" She said to Eiji. Realizing they may not know, she explained, \"I am an apothecary. While not focused on the healing of wounds, one learns when one is the closest thing many will see in their lifetime. And I cannot abide shoddy work.\"\n\nShe turned slightly as her family name was called. Blinking in surprise and mild confusion, it was a moment before she nodded to herself and spoke in response, \"Oh, Kakita-san. Hm, friends?\" She looked back at the two strangers, placing a finger along her chin in thought, \"Perhaps. If one could know that another is a friend before that other becomes a friend, then perhaps these two are friends. Unfortunately, I am not so gifted with foresight.\" Just as she finished, another appeared. The other dark figure she'd seen. She bobbed a polite bow but did not speak.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "The tall Kitsu now had found her way to the pair. It was strange how different samurai had crowded the two people that were simply minding their own business. It had concerned her. Even samurai could have bad intentions and the beautiful creature and the older man did not seem capable of fending for themselves as of this moment now. So the grand lion figure was approaching before bowing down to both of them, the appropriate depth of the bow matched the status. \"I apologize for my inconvenience but I wish to know if the swarming samurai behind me are bothering you, if so please let me aid you in correcting them to mind their own business.\" The friendly Kitsu stated. A polite smile on her face.\n\nShe normally wasn't the samurai hero type but this was a concern to her somehow. Something in her mind had spoken that it was off. Whether that was the many samurai crowding them or the interaction between just the two of them. The golden eyes had stared at all the samurai around them and almost obeyed them to take a step back \|\| Intimidation 4 \|\|. To remind them of proper etiquette to mind your own business. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "allegory", "message": "Okita amiably ignored the reference to \"Samurai behind me,\" Because he had joined the conversation first and was, perforce, Not Behind the arriving Kitsu. \"Ah, ohayo, samurai-san. Most diligent of you to protect people from the dangers of polite introductions and pleasant conversation.\" \|\|Etiquette 4 (Conversation), redirecting the intimidation effort away from himself\|\|\n\n\"But alas, I have not yet made that introduction, have I?\" He would bow, with impeccable courtesy. \"Yogo Okita, a humble artist. I wished to give my regards to all present for their astonishing and remarkable taste in fashions. I am but a country boy at heart, and wished to convey my admiration for such rare taste.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Eiji jerked back from the approaching hands of the samurai, keeping his head respectfully bowed but ensuring the woman's fingers never touched the arm. \"No, no, 'ts all good 'ere thanks. 'Preciate t'offer though.\"\n\nA toothy grin peeked out, half in apology to his refusal to accept aid. Clutching the arm close with the other hand, he backed away slightly. \"'Sides, it helps with gettin' pity outta t'folk I deal with. Makes f'r a sad sight 'n' extra kindness.\"\n\nAs the crowd grew around the elegantly dressed figure the dissonance between its members seemed to amuse them more than anything else. Addressing the group, they simply rolled another friendly cascade of laughter, though this time with more amusement than the last. \"My, my I have quite the audience today it seems. Yet it is no bother, Lion-sama. We are all at the mercy of the currents of life. Sometimes it takes us to solitude, other times not. I have concluded my business here, but I do not mind entertaining some curious onlookers.\n\n\"You may call me Gin, my fine friends.\" They bowed elegantly, kimono flowing and fluttering as they did so. After rising they seemed to finally take in the approached group. \"And what brings you all fine samurai near this place of political intrigue, I might ask?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Scorpion. If he thought he was being clever he forgot he was facing a 6 feet tall battle shugenja that happened to be a lion. The temperament was real. But Scorpion show their true nature too fast. Rude. Inappropriate and shoving her out of her duty. If it wasn't for the people she simply attempted to help dismissing her she'd have a problem with him actually breaking etiquette on how to properly treat a samurai. \n\nIf it wasn't for Miu owing actual constraints it would result in a bash in the head. She was a lion after all. This person was the first one she disliked. The first one in all Rokugan. She'd congratulate him on this. But he was so hungry for attention from the strangers she decided to cool down. \n\nBowing down at the stranger called Gin. Bowing down once more. \"As you wish.\" Miu did not want to get familiar with this rude man at all. Much like him she wanted a simple conversation, which she was now shoved out of by him. She would step away. Watching it all unfold by a distance. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The Kakita duelist acknowledged the Scorpion and the Lion with a nod each at their approach. She knew neither of them, though the Lion seemed to think that this unusual duo required her protection from the Crane enough to nearly provoke an iaijutsu duel with her aura of menace. No matter—the Scorpion spoke, and the tension was defused. Untrustworthy though they were, their courtiers were often good at redirecting conversations like that.\n\nThis 'Gin' spoke, and Kiyoko simply shook her head. \"Bureaucracy, Gin-san,\" She said. Kiyoko paused a beat, looking Gin and Eiji over again. \"And a touch of curiosity.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "allegory", "message": "If he were aware of having given offense, he betrayed no sign of it. Okita would direct another bow to the Kakita, again scrupulously correct and polite. Then he'd stand, twirling his parasol negligently in his fingers. \"Ah, no grand reason. I wished to see what works of art this seat of government might house. The mind is as the body, and requires exercise to better itself.\" \n\nHe said this without a trace of irony, which was quite impressive. He had the dandified air of someone who considered rising before noon to be some manner of horrid sin. \n\n\"Then I saw your exquisite garments,\" He said to this Gin person. \"And I simply had to offer my congratulations. Dare I ask if you still speak with the tailor?\" His tone was hopeful, even slightly wistful. Additionally, it had some... Oddness to the pronunciation. The proper, clipped, polite Yogo accent was there of course. But some of his vowels were broader, softer, similar to the accents one might find along the Riverlands near the Shinomen.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto gave Eiji a slight nod, the entreating fingers had been in invitation for him to extend rather than demand to be allowed contact. She was not annoyed, though the disappointment that he lied about pain was visible. Perhaps the lie is to himself, as well. She spoke with the same singsong patterned tones she always did, a slight smile tugging at her lips at his open admittance, \"Should the desire for elimination of pain while keeping the appearance of garnering pity arise, this one shall see you. Call upon the Dragon Embassy for one Agasha Kokuto. If this one is not in attendance, they will be giving the direction for the finding of my self.\"\n\nNew faces with one new name. She had to crane her head back to see them, or stand far away. The dissonance was off-putting. The diminutive woman much preferred the silence of her workroom, where the worst clashes were that of glass and metal. She gave them both a bland look. Kokuto bowed slightly from the waist to Gin and Eiji, giving the explanation \"This one is newly arrived and therefore unfamiliar with the city. The returning to finding the way through the buildings and streets I shall be. A good day to you both.\" She gave another bow with the well wishing and turned, walking in a direction completely unrelated to the one she had come from or had been going before getting distracted.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Growing ever more amused at the dissonance between the samurai, Gin's smile would only widen further. Whether they were taking pleasure in the discord or simply delighting in the differences of the gathered new acquaintances was less than clear. \"Oh come come now Lion-sama, surely you don't want to hide all the way over there by yourself do you? I have been told I can put people ill at ease but surely not so badly you would not indulge me in the respite of conversation.\n\n\"Ah, bureaucracy. The same thing which brought me here.\" The brilliant green eyes gave the Kakita a knowing look. Perhaps they too had recently been stuck in a nightmare of paperwork. \"Or at least what I sent Eiji-san to collect for me. Entering City Hall disagrees with my complexion.\"\n\nNext came the Scorpion's query about the maker of his outfit. Brief sadness filled their eyes before flowing out as smoothly as it entered. \"I am afraid not, Yogo-san. He passed away some time ago, you see. I only have a few of his works left, and hold them very dear to me.\"\n\nAt the offer from Kokuto, Gin's interest seemed piqued. Casting a glance at Eiji, down to the arm, then back at the Agasha as she began to make her way off, they would call out. \"The Dragon Embassy you say? Last I visited that place was before it was abandoned, and well before you were given it. Perhaps we will visit it, at least to see what improvements have been made to the locale. Though it is in That Direction, if you were trying to head there.\"\n\nGin pointed in a completely opposite way from where the Agasha was heading.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "allegory", "message": "\"Ah, alas.\" Okita would let out a wistful sigh, and bow again. \"You have my deepest sympathies, for anyone who can see the work he made can tell this is a tremendous loss.\"\n\nSo far as anyone could tell, he was being entirely sincere. There was the genuine regret of the artist at the passing of another, whose skill he could visibly respect. \n\nOn this note he would fall silent for a moment to mull things over, and let others have their say and way in the conversation. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko furrowed her brows at Gin, failing to find the humor in the quip. \"I... See.\" Perhaps Gin wished to avoid someone who worked at city hall? She puzzled over the figure's appearance a few moments more, almost to the point of rudeness, before shaking her head and glancing at the departing Kokuto.\n\n\"That must have been quite a while ago, Gin-san,\" The Crane said, although she truly had no idea how long the Dragon clan had occupied their embassy grounds. She too fell silent. There was something off about the pair, but she just couldn't quite place it. If only she were a shugenja with the ear of a kami or two.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto turned back oddly, tilting her head back and to the side to look. She turned in the direction Gin pointed, looked back at them, turned back the way she was headed, and finally looked in a different direction from both. She pointed perpendicular to her route with a wry grin, \"Oh, good. I thought it was that way. Many thanks for the correction.\" With a slight turn, she reoriented herself and started off once more. This time, she headed in the direction she had pointed in for the incorrect direction she had for the Dragon Embassy.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"I thank you, Yogo-sama. Truly his loss cut deeply.\" There was a definite fond remembrance of the artist in question. Their eyes cut up and down the Yogo, as if to look at or through him. \"A fellow artist, then? Is your canvas also silks or perhaps more traditional?\"\n\nThe Kakita remained reserved, and so Gin initially responded in kind with a simple nod of their head. However, their insatiable desire for conversation would not let them let matters lie. \"How are you finding this city, Kakita-sama? Is it as grand as the pillowbooks make it out to be?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko watched Kokuto depart, dumbfounded at the alchemist's absentmindedness. Quick to recover, she turned her attention back to Gin again. \"It lives up to its name, I think. The 'City of Lies'—though I could not tell you whether its merchants deserve their share in the name.\" The samurai, the political class in the city, on the other hand...\n\nShe shrugged. \"I do not often read pillowbooks, to know what those say of the place. Is Gin-san more widely-read on the subject? Perhaps you would care to share your own insights.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Hmm. Well I have read my share in my time, I admit. They make this place out to be some supernatural whirlpool which sucks in all things good and pure, leaving only the debased.\" A rolling tide of laughter once more followed, though perhaps a bit drier than before. Gin's brows knitted together in thought. \"Not how I would describe the city. To me, this place is a beautiful tapestry woven together from uncounted threads, each important and unique in its own way. True, it may be thinning, fraying in places, but that is when skilled weavers must take it upon themselves to repair.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Such a task seems more appropriate to a courtier or a bureaucrat,\" Kiyoko replied. \"Or perhaps a shugenja. One more suited to looking at a life and seeing a tangle of threads than one who sees a life as only a single thread to be cut.\"\n\nThe Crane glanced at Eiji, then at Gin. \"Is Gin-san one such skilled weaver?\"\n\nKiyoko shook her head. \"Regardless, that is an uncommon perspective on the city and its inhabitants. The advantage of accumulated wisdom?\" She asked. She had almost said 'old age,' but this Gin did not seem particularly old, and she thought that Eiji did not seem particularly astute himself.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"From time to time I meddle my hand at repairs, though I cannot say it is often very successful. Now so more than ever.\" A sadness, similar to when they spoke earlier about the passed artisan, tinged the edge of their voice. For a moment a breeze must have picked up as the flowing robes of Gin slowly fluttered.\n\n\"Accumulated wisdom?\" They scratched their chin thoughtfully. Eiji, who had moved off and disappeared, now returned with a small dog tied to a lead. \"I do not think Wisdom Has ever been an attribute ascribed to me. I prefer to live in the moment, you see.\"\n\nThey knelt to scratch the cheek of the dog, the little creature sniffing doubtfully first before leaning into Gin's hand. \"Much like little Chou here, looking for the next joy to be found in the now.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The Crane stared at Eiji as he returned with a small dog. She then shifted her gaze back to Gin. \"I see.\"\n\nCuriosity sated now that she could see that Gin was not the Hare samurai-ko she had seen some days past, the Kakita woman was rapidly growing tired of this conversation. She glanced in the direction of the looming Lion woman. The other samurai-ko had fallen silent, but hovered in the background nearby. Apparently, the departure of Gin's other interlocutors had not entirely assuaged her (misplaced) protective instincts.\n\nKiyoko looked to Gin again. \"And what joys does Gin-san find 'in the now'?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Making sure that the people who I come across in my life leave my path with no regrets. After all, what greater joy is there than to see others' joy?\" Gin smiled, warm and genuine at the thought. Then he bowed to the Crane. \"But, I believe I have held you up for too long already. I have enjoyed our talk together, and perhaps we shall meet again one day. I do so enjoy speaking to fresh faces.\"\n\nWith that, the two plus the canine would be on their way, leaving those they had spoken with to wonder what or who this Gin truly was, or why his activity necessitated access to city hall. The sharpest minds or the most medically inclined may have even wondered: wasn't Eiji's Other Arm the one that was broken?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko simply nodded. Gin remained an enigma, as did this 'Eiji'. For her own part, the Crane gave the Lion samurai-ko nearby a pointed look and turned the opposite direction from Gin. Her own task dealt with, she started back toward the Crane embassy. As she walked, she wondered: Why did the name 'Eiji' sound familiar?\n\n[End Scene]\n\n\|\|" } ]	172	5,633
306.214286	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The military system of Rokugan made sense. There was an order, a structure to it that everyone knew and followed. Each soldier knew their place in the greater whole, where their service was needed and valued. It was a smoothly operating, well-functioning machine. The taisa understood that wholly.\n\nWhich is why, while far from the ideal, she also discovered she had the unique ability among other bushi to navigate the Imperial bureaucracy. Indeed it was a ragged mess of half-truths and overlapping departments, but at its core there was an order to it. All one has to do was look beyond the obfuscating webs and find the base structures upon which it was built.\n\nNot that she enjoyed it, of course. Today was a day she truly did not relish. From the surface it was a simple enough meeting, to complete the deal made between the Grand Bazaar and Flying Fish Shipping. Upon further inspection it was anything but that: not only did the Unicorn contract with a non-Unicorn business require several layers of approval, but also it had to be carefully worded so that when she used it to bring in clandestine goods—such as that which would be arriving from the Caliphate soon—no one would think to triple check the shipments.\n\nThankfully she was not alone in her work. Ide Kenza was as always an invaluable asset to her cause, and the contract was now completely waterproof. Her agent in the field had done well to bring this asset into the fold, and the Unicorn would ensure those under their protection were cared for. Still it was such a hassle.\n\nThe Ambassador found herself waiting, dressed formally as was befitting her rank as Ambassador, but not so formally as to make others think she was there to meet the Governor. A traditional three-mon kimono in lavender and gold, and her wakizashi carefully placed within the second obi she wore as traditional for a martially capable samurai-ko. Currently both she and Fuyuko sat around a small table, drinking a surprisingly decent blend of tea for a waiting room.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "Miho checked her papers for the umpteenth time: not like she was unsure of what she wrote, but she wanted to make sure the papers were pristine and the ink hadn't smeared. It had been years since she had more or less taken on her shoulders the bulk of all the Chui's paperwork, not really for her colleagues', but because her feverish productivity often left the rest with little still to do. This was one of the innumerable tasks she had taken under her responsibility: a minor thing actually, they simply had been noted that the training weapons in their dojo were more or less actual weapons and could be considered an additional arsenal, which meant they needed a specific authorisation for it. It was a boring, painstaking job, because it was both necessary and yet not important enough for any functionary to care for it, but she didn't mind. Despite her martial life she never found herself uncomfortable in the domain of bureaucracy, she liked it even. Everything had its place and a proper procedure, like in a tea ceremony. If only the world of men was the same.\n\nShe opened the door to the waiting room quietly, careful not to be loud in the Governor's home. She was dressed formally- well, not like she was ever informal, but more formal than usual, proper furisode and her Lion hairpin. She had found out a long time ago that if she let her rank known the functionaries were much quicker In helping her. She closed the door behind her and prepared to find a seat, when she saw the two.\n\nIn a moment,her mind picked up several details at once. Unicorn colours. A samurai and an attendant. Scars on the throat. Rank? Good question. They could be both an underdressed lord or an overdressed buke for all she knew. That said, if she was here, chances are she was important enough to have some official business in the city. In the end, she decided to play it safe: she bowed rigidly, her voice carefully neutral. \"Samurai-sama. My greetings.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "A Lion samurai approached and gave her regards. Not one whom Kazuko had met before, but with the influx of the Emperor's Right Hand in the city recently it was far from surprising. Papers and strikingly formal, she was either here to impress someone else or herself. The Battle Maiden took her measured greeting and assumed the latter. This woman did not seem the sort to try and curry favor with others.\n\n\"Greetings, Ikoma-san. It appears the administration is moving particularly slowly today, if the volume of people here are any indication. You are welcome to join my table to wait.\" Kazuko bowed curtly but respectfully, Fuyuko standing from her position across from Kazuko, bowing far deeper, then moving to stand behind her lady and begin translating as she signed. \"The woman speaking is Fuyuko-san. She serves as my translator, as I am unable to speak clearly after attempts on my life. Any words conveyed by her are my words, and I respectfully ask you to consider them with the same weight.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "Miho glanced at her throat scare just for a moment, before returning her eyes on Fuyuko. She bowed her head as much as it was proper to respect a capable attendant. \"Greetings, Fuyuko-san. Your diligent service does you honor.\" Without much more words, she accepted the invitation and sat at the table. Now she was starting to pull out some informations from the muck of her mind, she did remember hearing the Unicorn ambassador was a wounded Unicorn. This just meant she would have to be even more careful.\n\n\"Forgive me for asking, but are you perhaps the official delegate sent here by your clan? I already had the pleasure of meeting your Chui. He is a most honorable man.\" She was unsure about who she should look at when talking, so she divided equally her glance between Kazuko and Fuyuko. In the Lion, the translator would have probably been regarded as little more than a piece of furniture, but the Unicorn were unusually affectionate of their heimin and the last thing she wanted was offending the Utaku by confirming the stereotypes on her clan.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"That would be correct, Ikoma-san. I am Utaku Kazuko, current Ambassador for the Unicorn Clan within the city.\" A small gesture, and Fuyuko moved to refill her lady's cup and provide a new one for the Lion. If she had met Masanori, then she was a soldier; her brother would not have tarried meeting members of the Emperor's Right Hand in any other capacity.\n\n\"If you have met my second, Utaku Masanori-san, then I take it you presently serve under Akodo Katsuhiro-san?\" It was a simple enough connection to make, but still better to be confirmed than assumed. With the large number of Lion bushi who now filled the place it was quite possible there was a second commander she had not yet met.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "She bowed her head. \"I have this honor, yes- i serve as one of His Chui. I am currently here in His stead, to handle a small bureaucratic problem.\" \n\nShe fell silent for a moment. To be honest, she'd rather enjoy the quietness of the hall, but it would not be proper to take for her the right to say the last word. That privilege belonged to the Utaku. \"If I may dare, what brings the Unicorn ambassador in this place? I admire your diligence, but I wonder what would be so important to require Your honorable presence.\" Besides small talk, this was also useful information. The more the Unicorn were close to the governor, the worse for the Lion, as it meant they could be currying favour with the Otomo. Personally, she despised that family, for their unbridled deceit, but she was aware they'd need to win their approval if they wanted to win the city. Perhaps they should find a way to meet him directly? Maybe, but it would not be easy to not make that look like sycophantry or a tentative of bribery. She filed it as a thought for later, to present her Lord and Kenshin-San.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Nothing of import today, Ikoma-san. Simply an excuse to get out of the Ide Residence for a moment. Besides, certain documents, while they may not need it, certainly benefit from my presence and seal.\" The Unicorn was careful to not reveal too much of her reasons for being here; after all, it was hardly any business of the Lioness. There was no reason to be rude about it though. Enough vague details to provide an outline without a concrete image should suffice. \"I cannot say I enjoy wasting my day here with so many others who might seek to plague an Ambassador with requests—visits with the Governor avoid these waiting rooms—so I thought it best I not draw too much attention to myself.\"\n\nThe woman said she served under the Lion captain. A new event or an old follower? Kazuko tilted her head slightly as she thought back to the war. Could not place the Ikoma's face, but then again there were so many soldiers. \"I am surprised we have not met before now any of the times I have visited your Embassy. Have you arrived recently?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "She nodded at the woman's neutral answer, not that she hoped to get much out of her. Still, if she was here, it had to be something at least above basic bureaucracy, since she herself stated she didn't enjoy dealing with this sort of things.\n\n\"I arrived the same day of my lord, as part of his retinue. However, my duties kept me constrained to my desk in the embassy for several days.\" She still wasn't too proud of that, considering her taisa had to lightly scold her about it, but at least it helped build some resistance to the burdens of bureaucracy: this type of day was now a breeze to her. \"However, I do know you by your reputation, Utaku-sama: in the War of the Plains you were a most honorable opponent, even if i never met you on the battlefield personally.\" It might have sounded distasteful to mention a previous conflict in what was a peaceful situation, but the Lion didn't have this kind of scruples: War was the noblest of all arts, said Leadership, and In the chaos of battle heroes were made and people's true colours revealed. If a bushi learned to keep their duty to their clan and their personal feelings separated, society could run smoothly both in war and peace: something she hoped an Utaku would understand.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"As with your captain's reputation, Ikoma-san. He and I nearly clashed once, though the kami of the river thought it fit to intervene. Perhaps it was fate that we did not meet in battle.\" The respect given her was returned in kind. A real war was a matter of Clan and Champion, to allow it to become a personal vendetta was the height of foolishness. So long as the battle was waged honorably there was no reason to view talk of it as an insult. Still there was a hint of pride in her posture as she signed the last words. Confidence in her soldiers' ability to overcome the Lion captain should they have fought.\n\nThere were some curiosities about the newest batch of Lion to arrive in the city this Spring. To send a taisa to the middle of this city's intrigue—and not in a position as the Battle Maiden herself had been, or Ikoma Zenmai—seemed odd to say the least. \"It did surprise me to learn that a taisa had been sent to serve under the Ambassador, but I am glad it proved to be one as diligent and honorable as he.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "\"A fortunate turn of events, indeed,\" For the Unicorn. She added mentally, matching the Utaku's confidence. Besides her own ego, she had absolute faith in her Lord's strategic abilities\n\nShe considered her next words carefully. She now had to explain the reason behind such a choice without undermining her ambassador or breaching sincerity. \"Kitsu-sama certainly didn't need any help managing things here, \" She began,\"But our superiors thought prudent to pair her with a warrior. A shrine maiden's duties often get in her way when intervening in certain matters, like the uprooting of violent criminals. We wished to safeguard Kitsu-sama's oaths in this way.\" Not properly a lie, but not the full truth either: Even If Himiko-sama was very competent for her age, she didn't have much martial training, and if things turned for the worst, they'd be glad to have a replacement for Ikoma-Sama. Besides, her lord's wisdom made him invaluable in almost any setting. \"Forgive me if am bugging you with my chatter. If you wish, I shall stay silent until my turn comes.\" This was a genuine offer, as she had quickly learnt that the Utaku were as appreciative of silence as she was, but right after saying it she had an idea. A stupid, senseless idea, that would only bring her embarrassment and regret. But still, she internally wished that Kazuko rejected her offer, just to ask her this one thing.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Utaku Kazuko never questioned where her true skills lay. She was a soldier, born of a proud line of soldiers, to die one day alongside her sisters in righteous battle. Such knowledge did nothing to still the constant, nagging doubts on her abilities as a leader, her worthiness to command. Concerns that only multiplied when she was plucked from the military arena and into the political one. She was by all accounts unfit to serve as an Ambassador, and the struggle of her duties left her little time to be a soldier.\n\nIn such situations, what was one to do? Accepting defeat seemed all too tempting, especially in the wake of more recent events. Yet even in the darkest of moments, even when she wanted to do nothing more than run from the pressure of it all, she knew such was an impossibility. Failure was not an option. Her clan needed her here. The men and woman under her delegation needed a strong Ambassador, relied on her to provide a stable anchor around which they could stake themselves.\n\nIn turn, she knew she could rely on those she had at her side and under her care. Her deficiencies were others strengths, and only by acknowledging the respecting those differences would her clan present the unified and decisive front needed to succeed in the city. It was some small comfort to the Battle Maiden that the fundamental truth of leadership transcended the battlefield and could be applied here:\n\nA clan's position was only as strong as it was united.\n\nHearing the Ikoma blatantly put on display her own Ambassador's limitations was anything but united.\n\n\"Of course. It is important that any leader knows where each member under her care can be best used. Kitsu-san is wise to take the advice of a seasoned warrior into her decisions.\" A perfectly neutral response in reply to a rather dangerous topic of discussion.\n\nKazuko would have to consider further what to do with this information later. On the one hand, a weakened Lion Clan would prove a massive advantage to Unicorn interests. Of the potential threats to taking the city in the winter the Lion were among the running. They would make poor stewards, but had the military clout to lock the city down if they received it. However if the political power of their Ambassador was weakened from within such a power play would prove impossible.\n\nOn the other hand, a working relationship with the Lion was a major factor in Kazuko's plans. Himiko had proved wisdom and skills beyond her years, and was among the more reasonable Ambassadors who could have been selected to lead the Clan's interests. Zenmai had chosen well. Safeguarding her position was important to . . . The clan's interests. And no one deserved to be betrayed—in deed or in heart—from within their own circle, unless they brought it upon themselves.\n\nHer eyes caught a familiar face leaving the inner rooms of City Hall, and she tracked the Phoenix karo's path as he left the building. Many things could be said about the foolish, self-righteous clan, but Iemon had the loyalty of his samurai. \"It matters not to me, Ikoma-sama. I am content to pass the time in conversation or silence, whatever suits your own preferences.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "For some reason, she felt like she had said something wrong. Not that the Utaku's answer was inappropriate: it was the right comment to an uncommentable answer, at least if you didn't want to offend your interlocutor. Still, she perceived some uncertainty in her behaviour. Did she mess up? No. This had been a forced move, an attack to her Jade General from all sides. It was only logical to sacrifice a pawn to push through it.\n\nAnd now the Utaku gave her the chance to talk again. She tried to contain her impatience and choose her words carefully. Utaku-sama, this is a idle question, but in your time dealing with the Governor, have you happened to meet a ro- \nSuddenly, she realised what she was doing.\n\nWhat the hell am I thinking?\n\nThis was nonsense. There was no reason she should know a random ronin that probably was one of the dozens on the Otomo's payroll. Why did she even consider that in the first place? Because he was trained in yomanri? As if that would make an acquaitance of the Unicorn ambassador herself. This was not impulsive, it was foolish, and she had almost let it pass through her mouth undisturbed. It was haunting. She had never been so careless, even in her young age. Patience. As long as he's in this city, I'll meet him again eventually. Besides, it would be useless right now. You're not good enough to get back to him yet. This whole affair had been disastrous on her common sense. For some reason, what had happened in the forest stung her like nothing else had in years. But she would not her guts rule over her. She would keep being the rational person she was, cultivate her skills... And sooner or later, reap her revenge.\n\n\"Very well, Utaku-sama.\" She bowed her head, and just fell silent. How long would they make her wait?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The Ambassador nodded in assent, then fell into comfortable silence. It was nice that there were others who appreciated maintaining whatever peace and quiet was available. Too often Kazuko had to deal with the loudmouthed samurai who would not stop speaking about themselves or trying to trawl up information they could use to gain some political advantage. It was a welcome change.\n\nThe wait took longer than anticipated, and eventually after the concerned look of a passing servant a go board seemed to materialize before the two. While Kazuko had no intention of staying long enough to play a full game of go, gomoku was not out of the equation. She would offer to play a few rounds with the Lion, knowing that it would be at most an entertaining enough distraction. Fast paced games such as this with little grand strategy we're not her forte, so it should be enjoyable and not one-sided \|\| (Perform: Gomoku 0, Battle 6 but only Mass Combat focus and not Skirmish at the time of this thread) \|\|\n\nFinally, a clerk appeared and summoned the Unicorn Ambassador. Rising, she bowed once more politely at the Lion chui before departing. \"Thank you for your company, Ikoma-san. It has been a most welcome diversion from the monotonous commotion of this place.\"\n\nIkoma Miho. She would have to look into this one more. Capable and efficient from her cursory inspection. Very interesting indeed.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "Just as she was starting to silently chastise the Otomo's management of their palace, a servant showed up to at least summon the more important guest. She bet that if she were in charge for just a week, she could have halved these waiting times... Bowed readily as well, making sure to not ruin her hairdo in the motion. \"I am the one that should be thanking you, Utaku-sama. I came in here just for routine work, and instead found interesting company.\" \n\nAs the Unicorn walked away, an efficient servant (finally) came to pick up the board, but Miho stopped them with a gesture. \"Wait.\"\n\nUnder the confused gaze of the heimin, she leaned on the table and inspected the board intensely. It was a few rounds of a trivial game, where one could only use so much strategy... And yet, in the scheme of her adversary's pattern, she saw the fangs of a deadly predator.\nThe angles of her mouth tilted upwards.\nFinally, she had a idea of the Unicorn ambassador: honorable, pleasant and dangerous.\n\n\|\|" } ]	259.5	4,287
231.08	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "leduelist", "message": "Soft footfall after soft footfall, Sanumo approached city hall. While not likely to be as dangerous as a proper court, he had still made a point to come prepared - just in case.\n\nIn lieu of his usual bland, simple attire, the Phoenix had put some effort into looking more appropriate; finer cloth, more vibrant colors and patterns, etc. One thing that hadn't changed was his clan's mon displayed unabashedly across his back.\n\nHaving brought his various notes and observations on the bazaar with him, he hoped that his keen mind and bureaucratic talents would help him with the task at hand.\n\nI don't relish the endeavor before me, but I worry what the Unicorn will do if left unchecked. Better to have leverage and not need it than the opposite.\n\nWith that in mind, he entered the structure and set about searching for the resources and people that might help him uncover what he was after.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "~~As Sanumo stepped into the city hall, the proud banners of the Unicorn were on full display. In fact, the city had already been taken over by the clan. Truly an era of great prosperity and happiness was here.~~\n\nAs Sanumo stepped into the city hall, the proud banners of the Imperial Families flew overhead, in stark contrast to the Shosuro mon which once graced this building. A reminder of how the city had changed in only a few months' time.\n\nOnce the Phoenix entered, a clerk would greet him in short order. \"Good day to you, Phoenix-sama. How may we be of assistance? If you have an appointment with anyone here I can take you to them.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "There was a certain air of importance and gravity to a place such as this - doubly so in the capable hands of the Imperials. The solemnity that came along with it was of comfort to the young courtier.\n\n« Good morning, clerk-san. I do have an appointment, in fact! With Seppun Arata-sama. Are they still available? »\n\nHe wouldn't put it past such a functionary to have had an unexpected change of schedule, but his hopes were to the contrary.\n\nAfter all, he had business to conduct.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Of course, this way please.\" The servant led them to a small but well-furnished office. The walls were decorated with banners of the Imperial Guard, a daisho and armor set were proudly displayed at the far side of the room. An older man leaned against a door frame on the opposite side of the room from where the two samurai entered, watching as his previous appointment, an elderly, small, scrawny man with what seemed to be a badly healed broken arm.\n\nCatching sight of the newcomer, he nodded respectfully at the other figures in the room, scribes with satchels full of papers who disappeared into the room behind him. Bowing stiffly—not out of formality, but perhaps due to age or some other ailment—he acknowledged the Phoenix. \"Ah, you must be Asako Sanumo-san. I've heard good things about the karo of the Phoenix Ambassador. Please, come in.\"\n\nHe picked up a cane resting against the wall before limping towards his desk. Slowly sitting himself down, he gestured for Sanumo to join him.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "Must've suffered a nasty fall. He thought as the Seppun's guest departed. The thought was quickly replaced with more pressing matters.\n\nBowing, he took in Arata's words. It hadn't struck Sanumo that his reputation would have spread to such a degree, but he was thankful for it in this moment. One could never be too grateful to have their name spoken well of from an imperial.\n\n« That is correct, Seppun-sama. I'm honored that you've chosen to speak with me. » Wandering over, he took his seat.\n\n« I apologize for the lack of clarity in my letter. Court has instilled certain habits in me that I have yet to break. » he gave a thin smile. « It is my hope today that you could assist me with some research into the Unicorn's bazaar. It is a large operation and I worry that they are not fully adherent in their administration of it. » \n\nHe held up a hand in a brief stalling gesture, « I cannot fault them for this, were it to be true; I would also likely make a mistake if my ancestors had been away during centuries of lawmaking and development. But I think we can both agree that the city deserves the full sum of their due diligence, no? »\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Please, Asako-san, there is no need to mask your words here. We are all well aware of the incident.\" He offered an understanding look towards Sanumo. A quick beckoning gesture brought a well-dressed clerk to the Seppun's side from the room behind him. \"I would be pleased to assist this research. It would not surprise me if there was some law they failed to consider. What else would one expect when we allow barbarians to masquerade as our kin? It would be like asking a dog to recite the Tao.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "Sanumo blinked several times in surprise.\n\nI was mistaken. I'd like my name spoken by this man as little as can be managed. We might be on rough footing with the Unicorn, but they're still -people.-\n\nNot that he could say as much without complicating the situation tremendously.\n\nRealizing he'd stayed quiet several seconds in the wake of Arata's... Declarations, he piped up. « Apologies, Seppun-sama. Your turn of phrase caught me unawares. I haven't heard that one before. I am appreciative of your willingness to help. »\n\nEven if your justification disgusts me.\n\n« May we begin? » The sooner Sanumo could bury himself in records and push past that interaction, the better.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Of course, Asako-san. Unfortunately my best archivist has taken this week to go on a pilgrimage of some sort. You will pardon the wait. Mari and Kenta are thorough, but not nearly as swift as Setsuo.\" The Seppun's eyes narrowed at the delay of response to his prompt, but kept silent on the matter. A servant would arrive with a pot and two cups, pouring black tea that if the aroma was any indicator was an expensive blend. Arata gently pushed one of the cups toward Sanumo. \"In the meantime, I would like to get to know the man who Chose To come all the way to Ryoko Owari, to a tiny Embassy of his clan that no one even paid mind until this spring.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "Tsk. Another hurdle to progress. However, as Shinsei once said, \"Beggars cannot also be choosers.\"\n\nHe offered his thanks and took a sip of tea to buy himself precious moments to think. The Seppun had clearly done his homework and this wasn't a topic he had been expecting to have to delve into.\n\n\"History teaches us many things, such as that perspectives are as numerous as blades of grass. Contrary to expectation, I chose this post Because It was unwanted by most, not in spite of that fact.\"\n\n\"Consider this: When a plant attempts to thrive forever in the shadows of others, it is more likely to wilt and die than to achieve anything resembling its full potential. This is no different for samurai; they must be afforded the resources needed to grow. By jockeying to be sent here, I've given myself what I needed to be of greater purpose to my clan.\"\n\nThis was certainly a... Romanticized version of the truth, but this hobbled dinosaur did not warrant, or likely even want, him to spill his deeper feelings on the circumstances that had brought him to Ryoko Owari Toshi.\n\n\"Is my arrival here so strange when viewed from that angle?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Not at all. Instead I find it near providential. You arrived precisely when needed by your clan and Ambassador. My wife would call that a flash of Togashi's Wisdom.\" He chuckled to himself, taking a satisfied sip of his tea. He placed the cup back down exactly where he took it from. \"If this city is going to find the order it seeks after the Scorpion disaster it needs more people with insight and decisiveness like yourself.\"\n\nAfter a few minutes of polite conversation, a man and woman would appear bearing scrolls, books, and letters. They would set them down at the table, Arata sorting through them and nodding. \"Alright let us see what we have. The Unicorn contracts for the bazaar, historical records of previous similar mercantile endeavors, and the legal code for them. Where would you like to begin?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "Perhaps it was Sanumo's spiritual deficiency (compared to other Phoenix). Perhaps it was that these observations came from a man he was coming to tolerate largely because he was useful. Regardless of which was true, he didn't quite buy that he'd had some epiphany that led him here. If it was fate, that was one thing, but he was more inclined to chalk it up to chance or dumb luck.\n\nHe didn't say as much and pondered the thought while the two made idle chatter.\n\nQuirking an eyebrow at the list of options provided, he answered. \"I think it best to start with those historical records you mentioned. Having a greater picture of how this has been done before will give us a reliable baseline to work from.\"\n\nAnd allow us to find mistakes of a similar nature that we might watch for.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "There have been three previous such events that have passed through Scorpion Lands. The first was a Kasuga marketplace in the early sixth century. Of note this is the only such caravan specifically invited to the city by the Scorpion. It remained for approximately one month before traveling back to Otosan Uchi.\n\nThe second and third were both by Yasuki merchants, one in the eighth century and another right before the turn of the twelfth. The first remained for approximately three months, allowing all clans to participate in a market with the exception of licensed members of the Daidoji Trading Council. This bar of entry was accepted at initial approval, but upon attempts to renew the contract for another three months it became a point of contention and the caravan decided to move on.\n\nThe final time was truly odd. On paper it was a trading caravan, but its sudden and unexpected arrival and the list of staff was unorthodox at best. A half dozen Kuni and twice that many Kaiu, the only marginally mercantile was the Yasuki in charge—and barely at that. They set up on contract, but the Kuni and Kaiu caused such an uproar within the Noble Quarter—barging into houses and scouring the streets in what can only be assumed was a constant state of drunken madness—that their invitation to the city was promptly revoked by the newly appointed Governor Hyobu.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "He carefully parsed through the information before him.\n\nHm... A typical caravan. Nothing out of the ordinary, left on good terms. He moved on.\n\nAbout what you'd expect. It appears everything was above board, but the Crane couldn't let something they weren't a part of stand. How predictable.\n\nPerhaps the specifics of how the Crane edged them out could be of use. He made a note.\n\nLet's see... A caravan comprised of...\" His brow furrowed as he went through the particulars of this final endeavor. The Crab might be many things, but frivolous was not one of them.\n\nWhat could they have needed to leverage a half-dozen Kuni towards?\n\nIt didn't sit right with him, especially since they were kicked out of the city rather quickly. The whole thing smelled of a hunt gone wrong - and in the noble quarter of all places. He hoped that he was jumping at shadows, but if not...\n\n\"Seppun-sama. I don't know that it's pertinent to the cause of my visit today, but could you please have a copy of the records related to this caravan sent to me? I'd like to discuss the particulars with our Crab neighbors.\"\n\nAfter his response, whatever it was, he was prepared to continue to review the next topic: the Unicorn's bazaar contracts.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Of course! I was just talking to another visitor about this very same event. Very odd timing, but typical for the Crab I suppose. Let them wander too long without demons to fight and they get themselves in all sorts of trouble.\" He took those documents and passed it on to one of the archivists—Mari—and the woman disappeared into the back rooms to gather the information and begin to copy it.\n\nThe Unicorn's bazaar contracts were an immaculate tapestry of legality. Ide no Suio Kenza was clearly a Master at his craft, and the work put into establishing the bazaar was evidence of his skill. Each visit to the different Embassies seeking and gaining their support for the project—including his visit to the Shiba Iemon—were detailed down to the exact word.\n\nIn fact, the request to make the bazaar's security a multi-clan endeavor had been from the Phoenix Ambassador, a request the Ide had readily agreed with. In addition, the Phoenix agreed to provide spiritual security measures to ensure any goods brought through were not Tainted. The agreement listed a name for the samurai who was supposed to take charge of the regular spiritual sweeps of the place.\n\nIsawa Taisei.\n\nThe Phoenix have not been upholding their end of the agreement. It appears the Unicorn have yet to do anything about this.\n\nEven the fact that the Scorpion were not allowed to set up shops within the bazaar was meticulously covered. The negotiations with devised that in the place of Scorpion shops, a not insignificant portion of the bazaar's staggering influx of koku would be given to the city's administration. Whether or not Kenza was aware that the administration would no longer be in the hands of the Scorpion not weeks after the documents were approved was of course unknown. If he was, it was a master stroke against the clan.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "Wait. Surely he doesn't mean the old man I passed on the way in.\n\n\"Oh, is that what grandfather-sama was here about? He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.\" \|\|He's lying through his teeth and hoping Arata will supply a name.\|\|\n\nAnd then the papers were before him.\n\nHe was quickly becoming concerned. This Kenza had gone to surprisingly detailed lengths in codifying the particulars of the bazaar. While impressive in its own right, it was counterproductive to what he was trying to accomplish.\n\nThen he saw the name and his blood began to grow hot.\n\nTaisei! Of course. Destroying our relationship with the Unicorn wasn't enough, hm? You had to leave us a glaring weakness on your way out?\n\nA... Glaring weakness. That the Unicorn hadn't taken advantage of yet. With such a skilled, exacting courtier spearheading the bazaar, he had a hard time believing that this had simply been overlooked.\n\nSo why haven't they used it?\n\nIf Kazuko had wanted to punish the Phoenix as much as her choice of combatant seemed to indicate, it didn't seem right to draw the line here. She was either holding onto ammunition for the future or... Perhaps things weren't as irreparable as they had been led to believe. Maybe it was just wishful thinking; a train of thought that would coincidentally show Kazuko in a more favorable light. Maybe it was foolhardy and naive, holding onto scraps of what was now lost.\n\nEither way, Sanumo was developing cold feet as he asked to move on to perusing the legal codes.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"No, not him. A pleasant daughter of Bayushi came by before him, on behalf of—well it is not my place to tell what she sought and for whom.\" Arata gathered the second stack of papers back, before providing the third to Sanumo for review.\n\nImperial Law was very specific about any sort of market held in another clan's territory. It required several forms of approval and recognition as a legitimate enterprise, a completed contract with each clan involved, and one with the nearest city or village to accommodate the influx of persons arriving through it. In addition a minimum percentage of the income of the marketplace was stipulated to be sent to the lord of the land where the market was set up. The amount currently being provided to the Imperial Administration of Ryoko Owari through Ide Kenza's contract was above this level.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "\|\|I believe I've found it.\nKakita Yoshi announced that the City* Of Ryoko Owari Toshi would be under the imperial governor's administration.\nKenza's contracts have been paying the percentage of income owed to The lord of the land where the market was set up To the Imperials.\nIn actuality, the bazaar is outside the city and thus outside of Otomo-sama's direct jurisdiction. It is on Scorpion Land and those tithes are owed to Them (both retroactively and going forward).\n\nThere was frankly a lot of information to sift through. The quiet and scent of paper might have been nice on its own, but coupled with present company and Sanumo's evolving inner turmoil, he was hoping to be done with this sooner than later. They had exhausted a lot do their avenues alre-\n\nHis attention snagged on one line in the legal codes: \"...A minimum percentage of the income of the marketplace must be sent to the lord of the land where the market is set up.\"\n\n...The bazaar exists outside of the city, at least by common parlance. If I can verify that city limits don't extend further on paper then...\n\nThen the Unicorn owed A lot In back dues to the Scorpion and had effectively thrown a lot of coin at the Imperials for nothing.\n\nHe chanced a glance up at Arata as they both worked. If this was actually the loophole he thought it was, he didn't think it likely that the Seppun could keep it to himself. Not for long, anyways. Or worse - he would smother it to keep the coin flowing to the imperial families.\n\nAt this point, if the map doesn't read in my favor, I doubt there's anything else to take advantage of. Most of this bureaucratic work is excellent.\n\nHe sketched out some notes for himself on which legal references he would need to make - just in case this all worked out. Then he stowed those notes on his person and made a show of organizing his portion of the documents as though wrapping up his time with them.\n\nHe grumbled, pretending to grow irritated with the task at hand. \"I appreciate your time, Seppun-sama, but I feel like we're getting nowhere. With your blessing, I'd like to put this to rest and move on.\" He perked up momentarily, as if a thought just occurred to him. \"Though, if I could ask one last thing, could I please take a copy of the latest Imperial map of the city with me? The one we have at the embassy is, if I recall, well outdated. I just keep forgetting to put in the request.\" He rubbed at the back of his head nervously." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "No, no, wait. There Is Something here, I can feel it Asako-san.\" The Seppun's brow furrowed in thought, trying to piece together what it was. So focused was he that he missed Sanumo's query at first. \"Hm? Oh, maps. I am sorry Asako-san but maps are one of the few things the Ministry does not part with. I mean no offense, of course, but in this delicate time period of the city providing any clan with such a detailed resource could prove disastrous.\"\n\nSanumo would of course be aware that the request was likely to be denied. Accurate cartographic records were one of the most valuable pieces of information for any group or organization to have at their disposal. Imperial maps given out to the clans would often be intentionally vague and missing or adding details.\n\nArata shifted, considering his options. \"However, should you wish to see one of our most recent surveys, I do not see an issue with bringing one out. We do not have a Miya Herald here, but managed to find a ronin who does impressive work.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "A ronin who does map work? Why does that sound familiar... Oh, the man from the Woodpecker, perhaps? It's been so long. What was his name? Akoro, Akio, Akoroi?\n\nHe bowed in deference, \"Forgive me, Seppun-sama. I had not considered the full ramifications. Maps and more... Tactical pursuits are not my usual demesne. I would be more than satisfied to view the map here and now.\"\n\nArata was persistent and, try as he might, many of the ways that Sanumo was coming up with to throw the man off of his course were less... Friendly than this situation called for.\n\nHe seems to like to prattle on. Perhaps I can play to that.\n\n\"Seppun-sama. You asked me about myself, but you never offered as much in return. How have the fortunes guided you to this point? And you mentioned your wife. Is she also within the city?\"\n\nHaving carefully not talked about their current task, he hoped the conversational reorientation would bear fruit.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"I'm afraid my story is all too standard, Asako-san.\" He took another sip of the tea, pushing it to the side as a servant refilled both his and Sanumo's cups. A small sigh escaped his lips. \"I served in the Imperial Legions for many years, until an . . . Unfortunate incident with an enemy of the Empire rendered me a cripple. Otomo-sama happened to take a liking to me one Winter Court I was serving as his Yojimbo between tours, and when he heard I was no longer able to fight he offered a place with his staff.\"\n\nHis eyes wandered to the armor and daisho proudly displayed in the room as he spoke, before moving back to the Phoenix. \"As for my wife, she is here, currently ensuring the Thunder Guard are loyal to the city first, and not whatever clan they serve.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "He watched attentively, noting the wistful way in which Arata discussed his time in the military. It had never made complete sense to Sanumo how people could romanticize something so gruesome, but he wasn't so naive as to think that it never happened.\n\n\"I can only imagine what that must have been like. It was a great kindness that Otomo-sama showed you, to be sure.\"\n\nOf equal interest was the nondescript way that he talked about his wife. There was no position that came to mind that was in charge of aligning the Thunder Guard's loyalty. Furthermore, the imperial had failed to provide a name and, compared to the detail he had given about his time as a bushi, the information was sparse and dry.\n\nI need to keep his attention off of the task at hand until I can view that map and get out of here. Which avenue do I pursue?\n\nWith only seconds to choose, he hoped the fortunes would guide his path.\n\n\"Oh? I hadn't realized that there was a position dedicated to that facet of the Thunder Guard. My ambassador has recently showed a keen interest in matters of law and order, as my visit is partial testament to. Could I have her name and a means to contact her? Perhaps the Phoenix could be of use to her cause.\"\n\nThe pressure had been applied. Now all that remained was to see what would result.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"I assure you she is kept very busy in her duties, and while I am certain you and yours would be in an advantageous position to help her aims your current reputation will do any favors with her work. It is unfortunate but true.\" Arata shut down the line of inquiry, doing a skillful job at it, but clearly enough to the skilled courtier across from him Doing a job At it. Whatever his wife was up to, it was not something he wished to be made public.\n\nIt was during this exchange that the map arrived. It was clearly drawn by a practically skilled and artistically talented hand, blending usefulness and beauty quite effectively. There sat the Grand Bazaar, starting within the city's borders and extending outward beyond it.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "No meaningful information, but his insistence on safeguarding this is useful in its own right.\n\n\"Ah, yes. Our reputation. A shame that we have yet to restore it, but that becomes markedly more difficult when we aren't afforded the opportunity. Not to come across as rude, Seppun-sama - I am sure your reasons are more than justified. I only meant to say that that has not always been the case in our dealings with others.\"\n\nIt will likely get me very little, but the sympathy card is a useful one while we still have it.\n\nHe glanced over the map (a work of art in its own right) and, as he had hoped, there was a circumstance to be exploited. While making small talk with Arata, he realized the unfortunate difficulties that came along with it. Split between the lands of two lords, but with the law only addressing the possibility of one, a legal decision on the matter would not be cut and dry. If pursued, a battle of rhetoric and wills would certainly have to take place.\n\nPart of him still hesitated, wondering about the Unicorn's stance in the wake of his discoveries, but the decision was ultimately the ambassador's to make.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"I am certain you will find a way to rise to the opportunities which present themselves to you. In fact, those of us in the Ministry of Records are always looking to work alongside diligent and capable men and women such as yourself.\" The man's eyes twinkled as he smiled. Further polite conversation kept him sufficiently distracted from scrutinizing the map itself, though the servant from the Ministry of Territories who brought the map was clearly distressed with the number of non-Imperial eyes on valued Imperial property. Finally, Sanumo completed his evaluation and the relieved man retreated with it back out the door.\n\n\"I hope your search bears fruit sooner rather than later. Had I the choice I would ask that you stay longer to assist with some management and organizational work, but regrettably my next appointment encroaches. I bid you good day, Asako-san.\" Another stiff but polite bow, and the Phoenix would be escorted back out through the waiting rooms to the courtyard beyond.\n\nAs the Phoenix left through the waiting rooms, one table caught his eye. In a corner sat two samurai in conversation. One, with her back to Sanumo, was chui of the Lion Ikoma Miho. The other, whose back was against the wall and faced toward the entry into the bowels of City Hall, was also familiar, tall and imposing with a small heimin woman standing behind and beside.\n\nUtaku Kazuko's cold eyes moved from her conversative partner and slowly tracked the Phoenix karo's path as he left.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "leduelist", "message": "\"Thank you, Seppun-sama. Both your praise and your time are appreciated. I'm sure everything will work out sooner or later, both with my clan and with this... Polite inquiry.\" He gave a knowing smirk. \n\n\"Fortunes guide your path.\" He stood, bowed appropriately, and allowed himself to be escorted out.\n\nAs he entered the waiting rooms, he caught sight of Kazuko and her interpreter at work with...Is that Miho? It is. Hm.\n\nNo matter. I have things to do.\n\nHe hesitated but a moment, offering a quick bow of acknowledgment to Kazuko from across the room and, perhaps to her surprise, a much more fractional one to Fuyuko (though at this distance it could, perhaps be seen as having been meant for the Lion). Then he proceeded to leave the premises, a small seed of doubt clawing at him.\n\n\|\|" } ]	223	5,777
227.058824	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "With the Dragon Embassy still in repair and the clan settling into the city the clan lacked the necessary basic records that would typically be stored in such a location. Information such as how many of their heimin were in residence within the city, where any clan holdings or businesses should they exist might be located, and other sundry details necessary to day to day running. Records that thankfully would typically be stored in the archives of City Hall.\n\nThe Magistrate had simply to *Find* Them. Which of course in the City of Lies was easier said then done and the woman couldn't very well risk snooping where she wasn't welcome. Thus Katsumi found herself searching for the archives and whoever was meant to be running them. The task a lesson in patience to say the least.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Having found himself in the city hall for delivering and documenting several letters and reports, the man had ventured to the archives. He needed copies of his personal report and a statement to be documented and kept record in city hall, explaining why the man had been here and not his office. The man was expecting to make swift work of this case so they could move on, but it was then he recognized a familiar face. \n\nThe Bayushi still had his mask on, though good for him Mirumoto Katsumi could recognize him from just that alone. And of course the samurai's large stature, having discreetly moved closer he whispered. \n\n\"Require any assistance? I take it you're still familiarizing yourself with the city hall. It can be quite a doozy the first few weeks.\" \n\nHe spoke softly, not wanting to disrupt anyone's work flow if they were in vicinity. The large man smiled under his mask, Katsumi surely had a noticeable presence. Yuto of course did as well but he was a more seen face around the city. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The little Magistrate glanced upwards as Yuto made his quiet approach. Her smile one of quiet relief and amusement at the sight of a familiar 'face.' The Scorpion Magistrate's larger frame immediately recognizable even with his mask covered. Not that his other features aside from the mask weren't enough of an identifying factor. \n\n\"Ah Bayushi-san,\" She greets in the same quiet murmur as she offers her fellow Magistrate a bow of greeting. \"It seems you always find me in the likes of such situations. I was hoping to access the cities records in regards to my clans heimin and other assets within the city so I could ascertain the current state of our holdings.\" Katsumi explains before gesturing to their surroundings.\n\n\"However, I am not yet familiar with the City Hall's layout and don't wish to find myself where my presence would be unwelcome.\" She adds not wanting to risk being misunderstood by the Scorpion as snooping." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Hearing of her dilemma the scorpion had ought to provide assistance. It was his pleasure to do so, feeling responsible for their clans being like guests to the scorpion. Offering a bow of his own in response, Yuto had moved to her other side. \n\n\"You've stumbled across the right man for the job. We scorpions excel at snooping.\" \n\nChuckling to himself he shuffled through some of the shelves, the city halls archives were vast and stored much information. It was easy for me to get lost, typically there was someone knowledgeable of the archives you could ask, but Yuto decided to be useful himself. \n\n\"I take it the city has been kind to you since we've last met? I'm sure you've enjoyed becoming acquainted with the members of your clan already in the city.\"\n\nContinuing in his diligent search, the scorpion eventually sorted through the right category. Seeming to have information of the clan, waving her over it was best to let Mirumoto finish the search herself. Even though the files were open to him he wouldn't be so rude as to snoop." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "Following the tall scorpion through the winding shelves the Mirumoto couldn't find it within her to be surprised when she saw the tiny size of the her clan's 'records.' Though perhaps that was a blessing in disguise in it's ownwas as she carefully pulled out an armful of scrolls to begin meandering to one of the tables to make copies. \"Ryoshi Owari Toshi has treated me well thus far. Though settling in has been a bit chaotic.\" They murmur with a small smile.\n\n\"Still I do not dislike any of my 'neighbors' and being fairly close to the Scorpion Gardens and Bathhouse has it's perks.\" She adds with a soft chuckle. \"I find myself enjoying my strolls there quite often. And yourself Bayushi-san? How have you been since we last met?\" The Dragon inquires with a wry tilt of her head curious jade eyes glancing up at him from over a scroll." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "He was happy to help the dragon, curious about her settling in, the man decided not to pry. Casually observing as she sent about her business, hoping she found what one was looking for. Katsumi seemed polite, seeing as she was the only dragon he's ever met. Yuto wondered if all dragons were like her or if she were a special case, they've met twice now whereas he hasn't even seen another dragon. Perhaps that said something.. \n\n\"It gladdens me to know you've been treated kindly. The scorpion gardens are a sight to truly take in, I often find myself there meditating and tending to my Turtle.\" \n\nThe scorpion gardens were often a retreat for many in their clan, a fresh place to clear their heads. Being the same for the Magistrate as some of the samurai's best thinking has come from the solace the gardens provided. \n\n\"I've been... Alright since we've last met. Have you tried any of the restaurants since coming to the city?\" \n\nYuto deterred from the question about himself, more so interested in Mirumoto." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"It is a beautiful place. You take your pet turtle there?\" The Dragon inquires glancing up from her work briefly in copying the scrolls. The woman made no effort to hide what she was doing in this case. Any information that could be found here was already common knowledge and the likes of simple heimin numbers and other mundanities. However, she respected that Yuto kept his gaze on her rather then her work.\n\n\"As for restaurants, well it will likely come as no surprise the Jade Dragon is already a favorite of mine,\" The woman quips her own dragon jade eyes glinting with amusement as she flashes the Scorpion a coy smile, \"Though I've yet to find a teahouse that is quite to my liking nor had a moment to visit the sake houses.\" She muses with a wry shake of her head. \n\n\"Work has kept me rather busy.\"" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Nodding toward her question, he was somewhat intrigued at the statement. Had she already visited the gardens? Well one couldn't blame her, it was arguably the most wonderful sight in all of Ryoko Owari Toshi. \n\n\"I take my turtle to swim in the ponds often, they're much healthier around Water and greenery. It's a good place to meet with others or simply to find inner peace. I'm certain it's something you Dragon may appreciate.\" \n\nThey were welcome to it of course, the Gardens were open to the other clans. Katsumis tea house comment was quite funny, one of his recommendations was The Jade Dragon, a tea house! Seems whoever served her tea there dropped the ball. \n\n\"I wouldn't be able to tell you anything about the Sake houses. I don't partake. Though I'm sure whenever you're free we can find a nice restaurant you'd like. Might not look the part but I can certainly eat.\" \n\nThe last part of what he said was a joke in its entirety. Knowing full well a man of his size had a bigger diet than most Samurai, if it weren't for the man's mask he could be mistaken for another clan entirely. Though the Magistrate was serious in saying he doesn't drink." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"Ah that is a pity. I do so enjoy the occasional cup of plum wine under the light of the moon,\" She murmurs her tone one of gentle disappointment, but not of judgement. Her easy smile one quick to return to it's place upon her lips. The expression as much a mask as the one the Scorpion wore. Sadly society was hardly accepting of non-Scorpion going around in such things when they barely tolerated the Scorpion doing it. A pity really. It'd be so nice not to have to smile.\n\n\"We could however always go to visit the Jade Dragon. It's food is quite wonderful and the tea is lovely even if they lack the atmosphere of a dedicate teahouse.\" She suggests as she dips her brush once more into the ink to continue her copying of the scrolls. The information within them sparse, but necissary. \n\n\"Truth be told I've never had a pet. Though I have thought of seeking one out. A turtle though seems like an honorable companion.\" The woman muses as she glanced up at the tall Samurai her lips quirking slightly in amusement. Yes a turtle fit Yuto oddly well." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Catching her quick frown be replaced with a soft smile, the man tilted his head. Had she been disappointed in his statement? Was it about his turtle or the fact he didn't drink? He'd assume the drinking part, thus he inquired back to the woman. \n\"Is something the matter, Mirumoto-sama?\" \n\nIt was then he lifted his mask up over the head, taking the veil off as he possessed one curious smile. He had two of his own documents as well, now sitting with a brush in hand he moved to dip it within the ink to begin copying them. These documents were important and couldn't be lost, just in case something was tried. \n\n\"If the Jade Dragon impresses you, I'd love to take you to the Honshi no Chō, a recent discovery but it's a new favorite of mine. Though I'd be unwise unwise to accept your invitation. My tastes aren't highly refined, so I'm not a picky man.\" \n\nChuckling to himself, even though he wasn't picky the Magistrate could down a lot of food. After finishing copying both documents he'd let the ink sit to try before rolling them into scrolls. When she spoke of pets his expression drastically changed, having a dumbfounded innocent smile identical to that of a child. \n\n\"I could introduce you to my turtle sometime! I love animals, I'd like to have a dog next! Though I'm surprised you don't have one, they're very good companions. Seeing as I haven't gotten you a welcome gift to the city yet, how would you like to be surprised?\"" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"There is nothing amiss Bayushi-san. I am simply marveling at your resilience to attend to the work laid out before us without the solace of a good cup of sake in the evening is all.\" The Magistrate quips with a wry smile as she manages to not stiffen in surprise this time as the Scorpion unmasks himself. Perhaps it's simply a quirk specific to Yuto, but then again she had recently run across another unmasked Scorpion so mayhaps it was becoming a fashion among the clan in Ryoko Owari Toshi.\n\n\"Then I would welcome your invitation to pay a visit to Honshi no Chō. I've yet to find a poor recommendation in regards to food from the residents of the city,\" She quips with an light chuckle as she finishes the copying of her first few documents and shifts to checking and copying the other scrolls. Thankfully or perhaps to the clans misfortune the Dragon's presence within the city was negligible so there was little to be documented.\n\n\"And I would enjoy meeting your pets Bayushi-san. Truthfully with my work I traveled so much any animal that could not keep up with my pace or handle the harsh winters of the Dragon Lands felt cruel of me to domesticate. Though I have considered scouring some of the markets within Ryoko Owari Toshi to see if I might chance across one of the great eagles or white falcons of my homeland. I've always felt a kinship for birds and with my work within the city it is my hope I might have the time to cultivate a hobby in falconry.\" The Dragon explains as they begin work on they carefully dip their brush to continue their work only pausing when they were certain the ink would not splatter to blink up at the Scorpion their smile wry.\n\n\"I am grateful for your offer of such a welcome gift Bayushi-san, but I must politely refuse. I have yet to do anything within the city worthy of such a welcome.\" She murmurs beginning the political dance that required that she must refute him thrice." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Is not drinking Sake a weird thing to do? Yuto had partook once before but didn't enjoy the experience, that was a night he regretted. Of course that didn't mean he shamed anyone else for doing so, he understood the reasons behind it. \n\"Maybe the story of why I don't partake will entertain you at one of our dinners. You'll learn a little bit about myself as I hope to know more of you Mirumoto-sama. You're very good company, I've found none to be as benevolent as you.\" \n\nHearing her accept the invitation was lovely, Yuto had to surround himself with more company. Though he had quite a few places in mind they could go, lucky to him Shinjo Temujin was a restaurant fanatic. Having been to a variety of places already, he was confident in some of his food recommendations. \n\n\"That's no good, finding an animal you can take anywhere with you would be difficult. Though we get a great variety within the city, as you say scouring the markets will be our best bet! I'd urge you to reconsider my offer Mirumoto-sama, being in the presence of one touched by Amaterasu is surely more than anyone can ask.\" \n\nHe offered a second time, being playful about the compliment he gave her when they first met. Hoping to get a laugh as they joked about this before. The magistrate loved animals, he'd offer six times if he had to." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"A story to be shared over a good meal then,\" The Mirumoto murmured with an erstwhile grin as they closed the scroll they had finished and set the copy aside. Only one more remained. The woman weighing the next document down carefully as they readied new parchment to write upon. Dipping their brush once more in ink as they minded their sleeve. \n\n\"I believe my crimson hair is more the blessing of my Grandmother then the great goddess, but should she ever deign to favor me I would be most honored,\" The woman murmurs with a slow shake of her head, \"But truly there is no need for such a gift Bayushi-san.\" She refused for the second time her tone light." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Yuto often found the etiquette of gifts irritating having to be refused three times, all this and he hasn't even gotten a gift yet. Despite all that he kept a smile, finding the etiquette to be worth it seeing as they'd be looking and shopping for animals. She was interested in birds, huh? Maybe he could research some that could survive in harsh climates, Yuto personally had been a turtle man all his life. Not even considering a dog, kitten, or anything else. Though birds sounded fascinating! \n\n\"I believe the market will have what you're looking for so I insist! Perhaps you'll be able to assist me in buying a dog, though I'm not sure on training one. Training a bird surely sounds fun!\" \n\nWhile he implored once more, the Magistrate had wrapped everything up, now having the report from the mantis embassy and his personal report copied. Now being inside scrolls the man would stand, holding them both in one hand. \n\n\"If you don't require any more help I must be going, I'll bring my turtle the next time we meet. I've been thinking about making him a Mask.\"" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The Mirumoto decided not to tease the Bayushi any further. Her smile soft as she finally relents on his third request. \"Very well. If you would show me the markets where I could buy such a creature I would be grateful. In the meantime I will study a bit more of the husbandry needed to raise a bird.\" She finally accepts with a grateful incline of her head. \n\"And if you are interested in a dog I do not mind helping you look for one. Though I am uncertain if I would have a good eye for breeding.\" Katsumi warns with a soft chuckle. Though the thought of a turtle in a mask leaves her covering her mouth with her sleeve as her shoulder shook with well intentioned laughter. \n\n\"I think a masked turtle would be a sight to see. Perhaps you could teach him to wield a katana then?\" She suggests tone light and mirthful making it clear her words were in good fun." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Tilting his head once more in confusion, he gave a curious stare towards Katsumi after the woman spoke. She certainly surprised him! Gesturing as if he were truly serious, the Samurai spoke. \n\"Forgive me Mirumoto-sama but I thought all turtles could wield Katanas? Perhaps mine is truly special, certainly worthy of having his Gempukku!\" \n\nHe smiled then let out a chuckle, hoping she picked up on the joke as the man gathered his things and prepared to leave. Their meetings so far have been something to look forward to, Yuto needed another genuine friend in the city. While he had acquaintances whom he could trust, it was never too late to add another on the list! \n\n\"I bid you farewell Mirumoto-sama, I'll be looking forward to when we meet next.\" \n\nIt was then he took his leave, departing from the city hall with a brighter smile than before." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"Of course my misunderstanding Bayushi-san. I should not dishonor your honorable Turtle-san and his skill in kenjutsu,\" The Mirumoto teases with a wry warm chuckle as they leaned back in their seat enjoying the quiet company and silence of the records room. When Yuto moved to depart it was with much sorrow from the Dragon who inclined her head offering him a short bow in return. \n\n\"May the Kami bless your evening Bayushi-san, but please call me Mirumoto-san. After all we will be seeing each other again soon.\" She offers to the man's departing back as she returns to her work." } ]	217	3,860
266.75	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "coverty", "message": "Rokugo Yuto started his day tending to his duties at City Hall. Wearing more appropriate clothes than on his common excursions throughout the city, making sure to dress the part of his responsibilities. Today was a rather unusual day for him, not expecting to ever have to do this. Guess life came with all sorts of humbling experiences. Nevertheless upon entering city hall he'd return the bows and greetings to all who addressed him, making sure Soshi Junichi was expecting of the Magistrates arrival. Once being able to enter the ambassador's office, he'd enter and give a deep bow. The two knew they had business with one another. \n\n\"Greetings, Soshi-sama, it is good to see you. I understand that we have much to discuss.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lokishere", "message": "Junichi was seated at his desk when Yuto entered his office. Junichi was dawned plainly in a gray Kimono, with the red embroidered mons of the Soshi family displayed at chest level in the garbs trimming. Instead of his more formal full-face mask, he instead opted to wear his diagonal half-mask today. It covered from the left corner of his lip up to the left corner of his right eye. A hole was carved out of the mask just wide enough to frame the whites of his eye. It was so perfectly fit to his face that his eyelashes would cup over the edges of the wooden frame. The mask itself was all black with the side profile of an orange line-drawn scorpion walking up the slant. His disheveled black hair hung down over the top of the mask just above his slate gray eyes that were looking down at the stack of paperwork on his desk. \n\nJunichi's office was modestly arranged, a bookshelf rested against the left wall, displaying a vast collection of law books. On the right wall was a tapestry of the Scorpion Clan mons and beside it on the left were three additional depictions of mons. The pictures were aligned in a vertical row: the top picture again displayed the mons of The Scorpion Clan, the middle picture showed the crest of the Soshi Family, and the bottom picture showed the mons of The Phoenix Clan. His desk sat towards the back of the room, with two chairs sitting in front of it.\n\nJunichi's eyes would eventually flicker up from his stack of paperwork, able to watch as Yuto bowed and greeted him. Junichi was aware that there was something The Magistrate wanted to discuss with him but wasn't quite sure what it was about. Junichi knew it wasn't about their conference coming up, so he didn't have any idea of what to expect.\n\nHe would calmly reply to the Magistrate.\n\n\"It is good to see you as well, Magistrate Rokugo-San. Please come have a seat, and make yourself comfortable while I put away my paperwork.\"\n\nJunichi would gesture towards the open seats, and move to open one of the desk drawers. He'd then begin moving the paperwork out of sight while Yuto arranged himself. Once Junichi was finished he would close the drawers and refocus his attention on the Magistrate, and inquisitively ask.\n\n\"So, what is it you would like to discuss?\"" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Yuto on the other hand wore a pink kimono and blue hakama, having a silk purple haori draping his shoulders. As for the scorpion's mask it merely hung from his obi, it was rare for the man to wear his mask having no issues revealing one's face in public. \n\nNodding as the ambassador invited him to sit, he took a moment to appreciate the room. Always able to appreciate a subtle modest man, he sat waiting for Junichi to join him. Rokugo had several matters he wanted to discuss, starting off with one of the more urgent dealings. \n\n\"Recently I had been invited to the Crane Embassy by Doji Koharu, rumors of my excursions on the criminal elements in the city reached her ears and interested her in contacting me.\" \n\nIt was important to inform the ambassador on these dealings, hoping he himself could follow up on said meeting and bring something from it. \n\n\"We spoke and shared our personal opinions on some things, of course I made known no discussions could be made until you were involved. Which is why I'd like to orchestrate a meeting with you two sometime, before I leave we can find what time best suits your schedule.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lokishere", "message": "Junichi could not say he was familiar with the name \"Doji Koharu\", though he knew it was a Doji that held the place of the Crane Ambassador; Doji Kazuhiko. Judging by the sound of things he assumed that this person must have been another courtier of sorts... And with enough status to bargain? Junichi wondered if the two Doji might have been related... And from what he's heard about the Crane... Though there was something else that Junichi was interested in, and that were the 'rumors' Yuto had mentioned... It probably wouldn't hurt to check into he Magistrates file after their meeting.\n\n\"Can you indulge me a little more on this 'Doji Koharu' first? What topics did you two find yourselves of similar mind over?\"\n\nAsked Junichi inquisitively. After all, he wanted to try and get an understanding of what it was he was agreeing to before making any plans around it." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Nodding his head as the ambassador spoke, Yuto was happy to share any relative information. Hopefully the meeting between him and the crane could bear some fruit, especially after knowing their interests were aligned in many ways. \n\n\"She informed me her clan had lost a well loved Magistrate due to the criminal element within the city. They're very passionate about dealing with crime and responding to it better.\" \n\nDoji Koharu seemed honest and with noble intentions, however he couldn't rush or make a proper decision. Yuto had a tendency to place trust in others often, believing Junichi could better respond to this potential alliance. \n\n\"She asked for my views of the Thunder Guard, we both agreed their management could be better orchestrated from what it is now. Doji-sama wanted to petition with your aid for myself to take control of the guard, of course I told her nothing could be done without your involvement.\" \n\nThere wasn't much else to gauge from their meeting, thus Yuto concluded. \n\n\"I'd prefer getting you two in a room to more definitively come to a decision, but if I may add. Taking control of the Guard could give us more... Control\"" }, { "author": "lokishere", "message": "What an absolutely bazaar set of topics. Junichi did not quite know where to start as he began to address the Magistrate with slight hints of both exasperation and confusion apparent in his undertone. \n\n\"Rokugo-San, with the Empire taking hold of Ryoko Owari Toshi the Thunder Guard is now under the authority of the Overseer, Otomo Taninaru-Sama. Even if the city was still held by our Clan, the Thunder Guard fall under the jurisdiction of the Governor. I do not have any persuasion as an Ambassador to assist you with these endeavors. You would probably be more successful contacting our Clan Champion, Bayushi Kachiko.\"\n\nWhat was truly stumping Junichi was that he was unable to place how the Crane factored in with Thunder Guard business. It seemed very... Out of place. Either it was some sort of elaborate ruse set in motion by the Crane, or an act of extreme ignorance on both their parts. Junichi honestly wasn't quite sure if it was worth investigating or not. \n\n\"As for your acquaintance in the Crane Clan, if she has business to discuss with me then have her write me to my office. I should be relatively free this following week.\"\n\nSilence would fall between them, lingering in the air like a thick mist. In an attempt to clear it away, Junichi would tack on.\n\n\"... Is there anything more you'd like to discuss with me?\"" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Listening to the Ambassador, Yuto was aware of who the thunder guard fell to in power. It was above them all, though there was still a certain curiosity that wanted to draw Junichi and Koharu together, even after he brought out his ridiculous effort to take the Guard would be. \n\n\"You are right in that regard. But would there be no way to formulate an appeal to take control of it? Or even oversee the Guard in an assigned district? I don't know much of Otomo Taninaru-sama, but I believe if we construct and present a sufficient management plan for the Guard it could bring us much credibility. It's a lot I'm aware of, but I'm willing to set aside the time to create such a method.\" \n\nThere wasn't much else Yuto could say in that aspect, but he did want to bring the Crane and Scorpion together. \n\n\"I will reach out to Doji-sama so that she may come and see you. There's something to be learned, and maybe gained with them. I'm sure of it.\" \n\nHe was calm but passionate, any pathway they could take to better their position he'd explore. But he needed the man's approval first. \n\n\"No, that will be all. I suppose there wasn't much to discuss..\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lokishere", "message": "It appeared to Junichi that the momentary mystery had been solved. It seemed as though it was the Magistrate who's interests aligned with the Thunder Guard, not the Cranes. Sadly, there wasn't anything he could really do to help in those regards. He had neither the status nor the authority to pry into such matters. \n\n\"I would assume not because of the fact certain city assets are now under the control of the Empire. Simply put, those operations exceed our domain of involvement. However since the Thunder Guard are by nature a facet of the Scorpion Clan it would leave me to believe that some sort of arrangement has been made between our Clan and the Empire. Though again, I do not have the authority to look into those matters. If you're expressing an interest in managing the Thunder Guard you should seek out the guidance of the Clan Champion. In the mean time, I will be looking forward to arranging this meeting with the Crane. Thank you for keeping me updated, and feel free to stop in anytime. May the Kami offer you clarity in all of your future endeavors.\"\n\nJunichi would politely nod towards the man, and with that their meeting would come to a close." } ]	242.5	2,134
538.714286	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "asurasura", "message": "It had been some time since the raids that rattled Ryoko Owari Toshi took place. And in their wake, Masanori found himself in front of the civil hall in the final few hours of the night. He was made to return later in the morning for the Imperial's expected response—displeasure and scorn for the tasks done under their name. But it stopped largely at displeasure and scorn, and for that much, he could thank the Emperor's hands. It would have been far easier to censure the Unicorn if they had acted alone. But to make an enemy of both the Left and the Right in the same breath? Such a thing would be unthinkable for any Imperial authority trying to keep the peace. \n\nBut peace had its price. The Unicorn struck a telling blow against the city's underworld, and it would take the Scorpion precious time to rebuild the networks disrupted by their heroics. Certainly, more time than it would if they still reigned supreme in the city, able to act with relative impunity so long as the right magistrates were properly cared for or distracted. The time it would take them to rebuild lent a level of legitimacy to the governor's rule. Legitimacy won with Unicorn blood and reputation. \n\nIt was not often Masanori's way to negotiate on matters of payment. But he had put his clansmen on the line in the name of Imperial authority. It was only right that they were repaid in kind for the risks they had taken—and the risks that they would be subjected to when the Underhand inevitably made its response.\n\n\|\|\n\nSo the lieutenant found his way into the seat of Imperial authority in the city, and then toward one of the meeting rooms set aside for important dignitaries to discuss business. He had managed to arrange an impromptu meeting with the man responsible for the security of Ryoko Owari Toshi proper, such that he might extract his price for services rendered. How well it would go... That much was difficult to say, given the inscrutable reputation of the Otomo family. But he had faith. The man in question was not an Otomo, but a member of the Daidoji family, and if there ever were pragmatists to be had anywhere in Rokugan, they were found among the ranks of the Iron Crane." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "As Masanori waited for Daidoji Sho to arrive, a servant would come by with tea and water. \"Utaku-sama,\" She said softly, \"Daidoji-sama will be with you shortly. He is, er... Finishing his climbing.\" She didn't elaborate, but she would pour water or tea for the man, as well as a cup for the soon-to-arrive Sho, made just the way he liked it: devoid of any and all extras. \n\nSoon enough, a gruff voice came from the door frame. \n\n\"Utaku Masanori.\" The man could've been mistaken for a short Crab: dark hair, facial hair (albeit cultivated and cultured into a sharp goatee), and a look of impatience and slight annoyance. Truly an Iron Crane that spent some time among the Hida. \"Daidoji Sho. I hope you'll excuse my lateness,\" He said, giving a proper bow after Masanori did his, \"I was exercising. A man of my age needs to stay spry. I learned at the wall that physical exertion keeps the mind sharp. I swear by that.\"\n\nHe took his seat across from the Unicorn, and after taking a sip of tea so Masanori could enjoy his (you can't take the etiquette out of a Crane, no matter how Crabby), he got right to business. \"Now, I understand you wished to speak to the Imperials in regards to the 'incident' that occurred at the end of Spring. I will note that it was impressive work. There will be problems that come with it, with the addicts raising hell, but if they were strong Samurai, they wouldn't be addicts, now would they?\n\n\"Now, before we begin, I will remind you that I serve the Empire first and foremost. I know the Crane and the Unicorn are allies, and I respect that decision. But, I will not let that have anything to do with this meeting. I am a man that does not enjoy politics nor courtier games, and from what I've heard of you, you aren't one for that ilk, either. So, simply give me the facts, Utaku-sama, and I can assure you a fair assessment.\" \n\nSho was a peculiar one.Verbose like a Crane, but very austere like a Crab. But, it was clear that he meant what he said, and he showed no signs of giving a falsehood." }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "Punctuality was always an important matter to Masanori. It was a matter of principle for him—it would not do for a samurai to indicate he would arrive at one time and then fail to make good on his words. Given that the meeting was arranged by himself and Not The nominal head of the Thunder Guard, however, a level of leniency was in order. The man himself did not make Masanori wait all that much longer before appearing. Daidoji Sho was a far cry from Doji Koharu, who straddled an interesting line between the poise of a Doji and the asceticism of the Iron Warriors. He certainly shared more features in common with the Crab that the Utaku had known, his sire included.\n\n\"It is no trouble, Daidoji-sama. I am well acquainted with the rigors of conditioning. It can be a time-consuming affair.\"\n\nThe man spoke straightforwardly and true, and for that much, he could be respected. Perhaps more than the majority of the clerks and diplomats who made civil hall their daily roost. What lay ahead was certainly a level of political maneuvering, but that did not mean it needed to be wrapped in layers of metaphor and platitudes. He took a sip of his tea as he considered the Daidoji's words.\n\n\"I appreciate your forthcoming nature, Daidoji-sama. But the reminder is unnecessary. I do not come here on matters of mutual kinship. My concerns lay strictly with Ryoko Owari Toshi and the Imperial vision.\"\n\nThere was a balancing game to be had. The Imperials were the undisputed masters of the city, until such a time as the Son of Heaven ruled otherwise. To challenge that authority was tantamount to treason. He needed to make it clear such was not his intention. The Unicorn's actions had satisfied both their pride and that of the Lion clan, but it had not been senseless bloodletting for the sake of placation. It had been the will of the Imperial families first and foremost.\n\n\"It is a fact that the Unicorn struck a strong blow against the city's criminal element with the spring's raids. We did so to honor the request of the esteemed Otomo Tanimaru-sama, who wished to see such a flagrant violation of Imperial law struck down under his tenure. And we did so without complaint—and will continue to do as bid by the governorship of the city—but the breadth of our operational abilities have been hindered by the status quo of winter.\"\n\nThat much was true. To coordinate such a widespread operation, and conduct it with enough speed to ensure its success, the Unicorn's resources had been stretched thin across two separate fronts. The Lion and Crane had filled the gaps in manpower but with just a little more in the way of military force than what was diplomatically justifiable, it was difficult to plan more grandiose ventures.\n\n\"I will not cover my words with comforting pleasantries: when it was stripped from the Scorpion, the entrenched powers that be shirked in their duties and allowed a level of chaos to prevail through the city. A childish lashing out in response to a perceived wrong. Gangs grow bold enough to war against each other. The roads to the north and west become all the less safe. Lowly criminals attack and murder samurai in broad daylight. Harmonious order is threatened.\"\n\nThe lieutenant set his teacup down poignantly, squaring his shoulders as he made his request clear.\n\n\"The Unicorn have done much to prove themselves a friend to the people of this city, and loyal servants to the Emperor and his emissaries. I desire to continue proving our earnest desire to better Ryoko Owari Toshi. But before it can be bettered, it must be made Safe. To that end, I request Otomo Tanimaru-sama's leave to allow a detachment of the Junghar, the Unicorn's home guard, to operate near the city. It would be their duty to patrol the roads leading to Sekitsu Pass, and restore order to the surrounding villages that support this city.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Sho sat still, and listened intently, not interrupting or interjecting as Masanori made his case. It was rather impressive how still and quiet the man remained, only looking down once to make a few notes on some paper with a simple piece of charcoal. \n\n\"I see.\" The Daidoji said that, then spoke not for a moment more before making his rebuttal. \"It is no secret that the Unicorn Clan put in the work, and to the desires of Otomo Tanimaru-sama. And it was good work done, clean and efficient. Or, as efficient as one can get when it comes to Scorpion. And moreso, when one insect is killed, the smaller ones certainly swarm. Much like the damnedable goblins beyond the Wall...\" He shook his head, not wanting to go into all that. \n\n\"I see the logic in your request. Making patrols north and west would put things at ease. The river has been safer since Hida Koyama and Moshi Mai made their expedition. However, while the river has the blessing of being the ward of all that respect the kami, the _land_ is the ward of the Scorpion.\" \n\nSho tapped his desk with his charcoal, as iff to make a point. \"If this were to be approved, it would appear that the Empire has decided that the Unicorn can send and station forces into Scorpion lands. The more vocal Scorpion would say it was a declaration of war, or at the very least made in bad faith. The Otomo _must_ remain neutral, or at the very least, as close to neutral as possible. Something on these grounds would be difficult to approve as-is.\" \n\nHe made his points, and awaited an explanation or a possible rebuttal." }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "There was logic in the Daidoji's reply. The Scorpion were liable to cry out in response to such a force being near the city. But the Scorpion clan was liable to cry out at just about Anything The Unicorn did. Allowing the complaints of those who once held the city to silence any discourse on how others might improve what they neglected was unacceptable, however. Masanori would need to press the point further, lest all the favor won with the Imperials be wasted by inaction and complacency.\n\n\"Indeed. The Scorpion will protest this decision. But I would wager the two of us have seen what actual warfare looks like. Thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, mobilized for common cause. What I ask is not something so foolhardy as the stationing of an army within the territory of another clan. I need only a few battalions of carefully selected men and women, who will only operate within the territory afforded to the governorship, and along the roads that connect this—an Imperial territory—and those of the Unicorn's land.\"\n\nIt was a small distinction to make, but an important one. There were those in the Scorpion who still considered the city to be Their Holding. They would never admit it so brazenly in front of the Imperial authorities, but it was obvious for all those who still witnessed how they strutted about the city, so assured in the return of the position of governor that they had scarcely considered that the Unicorn would make common cause with old enemies to punish them.\n\n\"Were even a few battalions allocated to the city while the Scorpion still ruled, then I would agree. But they do not rule the city. The Otomo family rules. And the Otomo family is within their rights to authorize the samurai of the Great Clans to dispatch whatever duties may be required. If the Scorpion would deny the entrance of these samurai to an Imperial holding, they would be acting in direct opposition to an Imperial decree.\"\n\nThe rationale seemed solid enough to Masanori, though given it was his argument, perhaps that was self-evident. But there were other such cities with similar arrangements. Though the governor of the City of the Rich Frog preferred to utilize ronin to keep the peace within the city, the Unicorn came to the defense of the city against many a threat over the years. The Imperials were mighty in their authority, but few in number. They needed to depend on their much larger contemporaries for such things.\n\n\"Should you find this amenable, numbers can be discussed to come to an acceptable size for this security force. It might be that relatively few of the Junghar Need to be called to the city. Many more... Zealous Thunder Guard, affiliated with my clan, came to our aid during the raids. They were dismissed from service as a matter of course, but it is clear to me that they love this city, and wished only to aid in Otomo-sama's vision for its future when the opportunity presented itself. It would be a shame to dismiss them back to Unicorn lands when their strength could still be of use to Ryoko Owari Toshi.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Sho took in the rebuttal by the Unicorn, and he spoke wisdom. It was clear the man wasn't too afraid of any complaints from the Scorpion, and made a good point that the Imerpials would be in the right for the decision, if a dispute were to come up. And indeed, the Otomo ruled the city, not the Scorpion. \n\n\"...I see.\" \n\nThe Daidoji looked down to his notes, and started to write rigorously. He did not look up until he was done, which was quite some time. But, he eventually looked up, locked onto Masanori's gaze. \"I have looked at all the angles,\" He announced, \"And I find that your request has more positives than negatives. _With_ conditions.\n\n\"As you stated, this force will only patrol the roads leading to Unicorn lands. Protecting your merchants coming and going is the work of the samurai caste, and it only makes sense that you do as such. Those Thunder Guard have been removed from service in the city, but as you note, many of them live here. They will be your first line of recruitment, as to take care of their families in the city. I understand your clan is fond of a nomadic way of life; that may help cut down on standing structures, which the scorpion would be most upset about; if you patrols stay mobile within reasonable bounds, lets say not stationing in any one place for longer than four days, then I would say there is no case against it. \n\n\"However, I will say that any word of wrongdoing, smuggling, or harassment of any non-Unicorns on the road that have merit will have heavy penalties. I say this expecting _no_ such thing to actually occur, but I would be remiss if I did not make certain that consequences were not listed. I apologize if that offends, but I take offense to ignorance over all things.\"\n\nSho slid over the conditions and terms for Masanori to look over. \"Tell me what you think, Utaku-sama. If this seems amicable, I can have a proper document drafted for a signature by the end of the week.\"" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "For many, the wait following a proposal was a nerve-wracking affair. Especially when dealing with the Imperial authorities, who so loved their documentation. But Masanori's nerve was made of stronger stuff than that. He sat, unmoving, while the Daidoji put brush to page and drafted up a consideration for his request. His steely eyes did not linger upon every stroke but instead lingered ahead as he bided his time. He knew his request was a righteous one. The only matter of contest was to see whether the Imperials would also come to understand that or weigh the concerns of Scorpion over what was righteous. Eventually, the truth of the matter was made clear to him. \n\n\"Your judgment is appreciated, Daidoji-sama. I assure you, it is not misplaced.\"\n\nThere were conditions. Always conditions. That was the true battle when it came to fighting the Scorpion. There was never a point where one's hands were not tied in some way, or otherwise busied. Even when the Scorpion themselves were not the ones holding him back, they still benefited all the same. \n\n\"There will be no foul play, Daidoji-sama. If I may be frank, were my intention to waylay the people of the Ryoko Province, I would not have come to you for permission,\" A little sterner than perhaps one was expected to be with a member of an Imperial delegation, but Sho was born an Iron Crane before he was yojimbo to an Imperial governor, \"My men will raise their blades in the defense of the common good—regardless of whether it belongs to merchants under the Unicorn banner or to farmers who till the land in the name of the Otomo.\"\n\nA simple enough thing to leave it there. Part of Masanori wished to conclude the matter on such a thing. But, the situation in Ryoko Owari Toshi was complex. There were other conditions to consider. And given the response to his liberties with the governor's decree against the cartels, perhaps spelling things out in more certain terms was required. \n\n\"It should be understood that the common good also includes matters of self-defense, of course. A samurai must come to the defense of himself and his clansmen. Should they come under attack in the dispatching of their duties, I cannot deny them their right to slay those who would do them harm. No matter who it is that may try to do them harm. Shall I assume this matter is understood?\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	499	3,771
192.869565	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "For those who frequented the City Hall, the papermites and handwringers, time spent in a waiting room while an official to be free to meet was time to gather thoughts and collect themselves. Valuable lessons could be learned in the elaborately decorated and refreshment-filled chamber, insights which made the hours pass by without them even noticing.\n\nTo those unused to the Imperial bureaucracy, it was as if Meido itself found a breach between the realms and leaked into Ningen-do. This was only compounded by the volume of personnel flitting in and out of the place in preparation for the Spring Festival.\n\nToday, among the throngs were two Scorpion with a unique goal. Having pledged the clan's assistance following an incident involving the Dragon Clan, the two were now here to meet with Seppun Arata, Ryoko Owari's new Secretary of City Records under the Imperial Ministry of Territories. Hopefully by discovering who the building now known as the Dragon Embassy belonged to and what it was used for some light could be shed on the unfolding mystery.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "The little Scorpion approached the large building with a touch of dread in her heart. There were many things she loved, paperwork was not one of them. But with a lame arm this would be something useful she could still accomplish. \n\nShe was carrying her swords, and a bundle of rice balls to snack on while she worked. Her black eyes cut to the person beside her and her cheeks puffed in a sigh. \"Well, Soshi-san, the sooner we start the sooner we can finish. Let's go talk to an Imperial. With any luck he will be eager to show off his knowledge.\"\n\nApproaching the servant outside of the Seppun's office, her companion in tow, Kaori flicked her hair back. \"Good day. My name is Bayushi Kaori, and this is Soshi Kei. We are here for an audience with Seppun Arata -sama. I believe the office is expecting us?\" \n\nShe'd sent a letter the day before, politely sending her greetings and requesting a moment of the Seppun's precious time—she'd learned long ago that Imperials loved nothing so much as a bit of brown-nosing—so hopefull she would not have to wait more than an hour or so. She was dressed in her best informal robes, a bit more conservatively closed than usual, and her bare face was open and friendly. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "ladyzimom", "message": "The young man dressed in all clean, sharp clothes of varying shades of grey and black with simple mons stitched in scorpion red, walked along side the his clanswoman. His Kitsune green eyes look to her when she speaks, a flicker of amusement shining through.\n\n\"I'm sure they would be more than willing to impress upon us the importance of history and record keeping. Loath it would be for even the slightest bit of information to escape an imperials notice! Disgraceful even.\" His voice calm and soft as a playful wind. Kei fell into step at an appropriate distance half a step behind Kaori and waited patiently for the servant to grant them entry. \n\n\|\|((" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Hmm. Seppun-sama did mention an item on his schedule Tomorrow, but I am afraid he neglected to inform me of a discourse with the Scorpion. A thousand apologies, samurai-samas, I will inform him immediately.\" The servant bowed low, then she scurried off into the bowels of the building.\n\nTen long minutes passed before she returned, bowing low again. \"If you would please follow me, Seppun-sama has graciously arranged his schedule to see you.\"\n\nThe servant led them to a small but well-furnished office. The walls were decorated with banners of the Imperial Guard, a daisho and armor set were proudly displayed at the far side of the room. An older man leaned against a door frame on the opposite side of the room from where the two samurai entered, talking to a man holding an armful of scrolls. Catching sight of the newcomers, he nodded dismissively at the center of his current conversation, then turned to bow stiffly—not out of formality, but perhaps due to age or some other ailment.\n\n\"Greetings, Scorpion-sans, please come in and sit. Make yourself at home. Always a pleasure to meet with those who took such good care of this city for so long.\" He picked up the cane resting against the wall before limping towards his desk. Slowly sitting himself down, he gestured for the two to join him.\n\nHe folded his hands before him, the Seppun family mon proudly on display on a ring wrapped around his left ring finger. \"Get us some tea, Itsuyo. Now, what can I help you two young samurai with? Marriage paperwork perhaps?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "The little warrior bowed and hooded her eyes demurely as she addressed the imperial. \"You are very generous, Seppun-sama, but I am afraid that you will not be witnessing the union of happy souls today. No, we are here on the merest of business, a little research for a project we have taken up on behalf of our revered northern clan the Dragon.\" \n\nShe didn't say more about the business, instead pointing out the armor with a tilt of her head. \"I had not thought to see such martial trappings in a hall of knowledge but I should have expected nothing less. My father said that the mind is a sword, that must be honed with the same care and trained with the same discipline. Perhaps you could recommend a particular book of meditations for a young warrior who aspires to be of even greater service to her lord?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "ladyzimom", "message": "Soshi carefully gave the appropriate bow of greeting. His ears tinge a little at the mention of marriage though he allowed Kaori to take the lead in the talking before he spoke his own.\n\n\"Yes apologies Seppun-sama, as I am already betrothed.\" Was his softly spoken answer before his own eyes scan the surroundings and taking note of what his fellow scorpion had seen. In this guise he did his best to intake everything else in the area they had been brought to, keeping his gaze that was visible over his mask neutral.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The elderly man's eyes sparkled with genuine enthusiasm as he responded to the Scorpion woman. \"But of course, Bayushi-san. There is a fascinating series of meditative poems which were part of an exchange between a member of the Elemental Legions and a Sword Saint. The entire dialogue itself is a fascinating study of techniques and kenjutsu philosophy, but the poems—though very different in style and voice—I personally believed to be the greatest accompaniments to my morning kata. Before I had to retire from the Imperial Legion of course.\n\n\"But you aren't here to listen to an old man talk about his past accomplishments.\" Arata chuckled heartily, before he returned to the business at hand. \"Helping the Dragon, eh? Cannot say it surprises me that they decided not to show up themselves. Tell me, how can I help your project?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"A small thing of little interest to the Scorpion beyond the fulfillment of our agreement,\" Kaori was clearly more interested in the poems. \"The ownership records and history of the building that now houses the Dragon embassy. Apparently they are having some issues with old problems resurfacing. Maybe they want to track down a laborer or perhaps they wish to bring some sort of complaint to the scions of the original architect.\" She giggled. \"Can you imagine? And yet not out of the realm of possibility I have heard of the mountain clan doing stranger things. But maybe it will be fun to watch their processes. Shall I return with the full story if it proves interesting, Seppun-sama?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Oh, the Embassy! Very interesting decision to give them that old place. My wife says whoever decided to give them that must have had a serious grudge.\" The Seppun almost seemed to be ready to act on the query, before pausing. \"Of course, I am going to need to see some sort of official request from the Dragon Ambassador which authorizes your aid in this matter. I cannot go providing information to anyone who asks for it, even the city's former stewards.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"I thought pretty samurai-ko didn't need their papers checked,\" Kaori pouted dramatically, her fan rising to cover her scar. \"But if Seppun-sama insists...\" She produced the scroll with a flourish. \"I am certain all is in order. If not, well, I cannot say this trip has entirely been a waste already. As I have made a new acquaintance who is far more interesting than any Dragon notions of excitement.\"\n\nShe flicked back her hair and peered over at the armor, giving the Seppun ample time and room to examine the document. After all, she Was A Scorpion, and forgery was not the worst crime she'd ever committed. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Twenty years ago that may just have worked on me, young lady.\" The elderly man chuckled as he took the papers and began to study them over, nodding slowly as he read them through.\n\nThe armor was not merely a display piece. Marked repairs where the color did not quite match, dents in the helmet that while hammered back out clearly could not be completely removed. The Seppun's life was most likely etched into this set, one spent at the front lines rather than behind a desk.\n\n\"Well, everything looks to be in order. Let me have someone retrieve our records. \"Isamu, is Setsuo back yet?\"\n\n\"No, Seppun-sama.\"\n\n\"Curses. That boy is our best archivist. Very well. Have Kenta and Mari collect every record we have on the current Dragon Embassy.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"I prefer the approval of men to the fawning of boys,\" Kaori said cheerfully as she peered at the undeniable pattern of a tetsubo's studs, even after repairs. The old Seppun must have been a mighty warrior indeed. \"So then, at the risk of bandying gossip, what Does The wife say of the Dragon Embassy? I find that there is as much wisdom in a woman's words as is ever written down. And if she married you she must be wise indeed.\"\n\nShe flicked back her hair, her tone still merry and bright, wondering if this old gentleman had any sons or daughters half so interesting. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"She says many things, most of which are not able to be repeated in front of polite company.\" Arata sighed softly as he spoke, shifting his weight with a brief wince of pain. \"Of course I would expect nothing less of her. She holds the clan of her birth very dearly; and let me tell you—Mirumoto blood does not thin with age. Suffice it to say she feels the choice of location to be a statement that the, Erm, providers of the location do not want the presence of the Dragon. Either that or it is some complex and sordid plot with Dragon embarrassment at its end.\"\n\nTwo servants arrived with handfuls of scrolls. Arata beckoned them to enter, and they deposited the findings on his desk before silently moving out. \"But enough on such dour matters. Here we are. My apologies if there is anything missing. Kenta and Mari are good, but my most thorough archivist has taken a leave of absence due to illness.\"\n\nThe documents provided are mostly titles of ownership for the building. Arata quickly organizes them by age, providing a rough timeline of who has held possession of the building. Constructed during the rebuilding of the Noble Quarter in the late 7th century, the building first belonged as the residence of a moderately wealthy Yogo family. However, within the span of a century the family appeared to have fallen on hard times, and the place was sold as a storage room for Shosuro Megumi, the niece of the then-ruling Governor. From there it would transfer hands between several families, but would always find its way back to someone of Megumi's line.\n\nIt seemed a procedure for moving goods and services under the radar of \"Refined society.\" There was probably no opium or terribly illicit goods flowing through the building, more likely a way to skim off from normal trade routes to enrich the lives of Megumi's family. Typical business among the rich and powerful within the City of Lies.\n\nOn the 12th Day of the Month of the Rat, 1094, the final transfer of ownership took place. An official document from the Shosuro Governorship, buying the property from the Megumi family line for well over what the place was worth. Scattered documents showed attempts by other samurai to purchase the place, but all offers were denied by the Governorship itself.\n\nAs the Seppun went through the documents with the Scorpion, his jovial demeanor shifted into the focused gaze of a seasoned warrior staring down the collected documents as if they were an enemy swordsman. \"Very strange matters, Bayushi-san. So the Governorship owned this building and let it sit neglected for almost forty years—all while refusing to part with it—before giving to the Dragon. I cannot say this sits well with me, especially . . . Well, what do you make of it?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"I have had the pleasure of crossing blades with the Mirumoto trained bushi, and I can imagine your wife is just as proud and competent.\" Kaori chuckled softly before getting down to business. \n\n\"I cannot comment on the decisions of the governors,\" She mused in a tone that implied none of her comments would be polite. She appreciated the old Seppun's assistance greatly, settling down to work alongside him with all the careful attentiveness of a student watching their master at demonstration. \"But then, I am only a guardian, not the one who holds the leashes. Seeing things from this side is an exciting new learning experience. Who exactly was the governor during this time? And how closely do the dates of transference coincide to succession? Was one governor in particular instrumental in this house sitting vacant for so long? It is probably not much of a clue except that each ruler has their own priorities and that could lead to finding the real interest behind the disposition of the place.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Hmm. Seems the place was folded into the property of the Governorship shortly before Shosuro Hyobu began to serve. I had the pleasure of meeting her once.\" His eyes glossed over as the memories flowed through his mind. \"I always felt she did a fine job managing the . . . Unique qualities of this city. Certainly among the best governors Ryoko Owari had the pleasure of having seen. I hear she has found her retirement quite enjoyable.\"\n\nHis finger idly tapped on the document near the date the transaction was made. \"Did you know a cadre of Crab—Kuni and Kaiu at that—tore through the Noble Quarter not more than a week after this? Despite the Governor's earnest efforts to calm them they ran amok until eventually the Thunder Guard had to throw them out.\"\n\nThe frown grew deeper. \"That was the last time we had as many Crab in the city as we do now. It worries me they might start up trouble again. When they congregate without demons to fight, things can quickly spiral out of control.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"The Crab are like the Lion, they need a foe to face, a challenge to overcome. Artistic pursuits are not enough to sate their needs, they must have tangible proof of their dominance bleeding before them—if you'll pardon the vivid imagery,\" Kaori sighed. \"I should meet with them. Maybe the Scorpion can partner with them to pursue a constructive end. If there are more Kaiu in their ranks we might make a deal to shore up part of the city's defenses.\" \n\nShe flicked her hair back and peered at the document. \"I did not have the chance to meet Shosuro Hyobu. Is there a good source of information detailing her reign? I could always check the palace, but sometimes the unofficial reports can be as insightful as the ones that we file for posterity.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Indeed. Do not get me wrong, I find the lone or focused Crab among the finest companions. A year spent on the Wall will teach you that.\" Kenta would reappear with a scribe's satchel, standing just far enough out so that he would not overhead any conversation. The Seppun continued to idly arrange the documents before him. \"If any of these documents catch your interest, you are welcome to request our services to transcribe a faithful copy. As to Governor Hyobu, she knew how to balance the city's exterior with its nature. You understand. When she retired the city was functioning so well that the late Governor was able to ride that success until the past winter. Should you want any official records perhaps I could arrange what is able to be shared.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"Ahhh...\" Kaori waved her hand. \"To study any leader, one must look aside. To know Governor Hyobu, I should like to look at the crime rates during her reign, the tax rates compared to tax gains, and the rate of peasant deaths. A good governor can manage prosperity so that desperate crimes are not so common, everyone makes more money, and the city's coffers flourish without excessive skimming. Not to mention, the number of peasants who die of cold, starvation, and disease should dwindle under a good governor who keeps services running even in the harshest of winters. At least, that is what I was told once. I cannot remember who gave me this insight, but I would think it workable?\" \n\nFlicking back her hair she carefully observed the Seppun's arranging, looking for any sign that he was trying to draw her attention to a particular parchment. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Facts and figures we have aplenty and able to be shared. I will have someone collect those for you.\" The Seppun waved and Kenta moved back into the records hall. There did not appear to be any hidden meaning in the movements of the Secretary of City Records. The man simply seemed to have a propensity for order, lining up all the documents chronologically. The history seemed all laid out before them: from a Yogo family, to a Shosuro family, to the Governorship where it lay abandoned but unsold despite several lucrative offers, until transfer to the Dragon. \"Is there anything else I can assist with, Bayushi-san? I'm afraid this is all we have.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"It is enough to start,\" Kaori nodded. \"I am in no rush, this is a favor I do for the Dragon but they are not my masters. When will the copies be ready for examination? I can return.\" \n\nShe was relaxed, in no hurry at all. Nothing in her demeanor suggested she would do a poor job of studying the documents, but nothing suggested she especially cared about the outcome either. To her, it was just a job to keep her busy and exercise her mind until her arm was back in shape. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Under normal circumstances I would place them in our current backlog of records to transcribe.\" The Seppun nodded contently at the papers before him, stacking them now into a neat and orderly pile. Placing it to his right, he would return his attention to the little Bayushi. \"But, you have humored this old man's ramblings and promised me the details of whatever it is you discover. For that I can place this at the top of our list. These can all be transcribed tomorrow, ready for you to collect by the day after.\"\n\nRising stiffly, using his cane to support himself, he bowed politely at his company. Behind the Bayushi back at the door she entered through, standing properly deferential, was an elderly, small, scrawny man with what seemed to be a badly healed broken arm. He was dressed finely enough for a page or other servant sent by a wealthy lord. \"I am afraid my next appointment has arrived, Bayushi-san. Please schedule an appointment to visit any time you wish.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "Kaori returned the bow far deeper and more reverently than any she'd yet given in this city. Maybe she genuinely liked this old man, maybe she just hoped he would introduce her to his son, but she seemed full of good cheer and energy when her head came up. \"You have been generous in your wisdom and kind with your power, Seppun-sama, it has been a pleasure meeting with you. I shall indeed return with the full story, though I hope we can share it over a cup of tea next time.\" \n\nShe flicked her hair back into place and followed the servant back out the door, where she made an appointment to pick up the papers. \"Tomorrow evening before you close for the day, if that is convenient for your master. I am in no rush.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "So the Scorpion departed the rooms of what had once been a monument to their clan's order and efficiency within the city, and would be again should they succeed. She had received the history of the place, and now left with more clues? Questions? Information. Information was the lifeblood to any investigation, and while the Dragon's missive was not about the little killer's clan directly, whatever the mystery surrounding this place was it did involve them somehow. Taking one last look back at the city hall, the proud banners of the Otomo—four great serpents each sinking their fangs into the next in a circle—the woman disappeared into the streets.\n\n\|\| \n\n``` End Scene ```" } ]	168	4,436
231.181818	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama Sat behind his desk, Several scroll cases stacked on one side. The villain to defeat before heading to oversee a sparing session between his students and those of another Dojo. He'd been looking forward to it for quite some time and this was the last hurdle. He was prepared.\nHe was ready.\n\nHe opened the first scroll case and read it's contents...\n\n\"Hoshiko-oba, Have you heard when Jun-sama nephew was suppose to arrive?\" Koyama asked, rubbing his eyes.\n\n\"Soon, Hida-sama.\" The elderly woman said.\n\"I have been told he's to arrive by months end.\"\n\n\"Please send him to me directly upon his arrival. This is something he should be far more equipped to handle that myself.\" He said putting the scroll back in its case and putting it behind him Before sighing again.\n\n\"Today is going to be a long day.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "When Yasuki Umeo first arrived at the city, he did so discreetly. He was another samurai riding a pony and wearing nondescript traveling clothes. Clothes whose mon never seemed to be entirely visible. The trailing aromas of vice in the city meant that the people here knew when to look away. Remaining incognito for long had been an act of willpower, however. The urge to meddle was difficult to resist in a city with so many loose ends.\n\nHe settled for most of a day familiarizing himself with the main streets and market vendors. The price of plums was Up, which was a poor sign if one believed in such things. Plums and sudden bursts of insight have been linked since Shinsei... And a dearth of them was indicated in the stingy prices. This town was low on insight... But full of rich potential.\n\nTaller than most Rokugani, though not as large as the rest of his Crab Cousins, he would have stood out in the market in normal conditions. However, this was Ryoko Owari... A city invaded by Giants. \"I might even be considered short here,\" He considered more than once. \n\nHe loitered in the marketplace eavesdropping long enough to have a handle on the identities of the new governor, his family, and the local ambassadors. Eventually finding himself satisfied with the first broad strokes toward analyzing the local power structures, he limped his way to the Crab Embassy.\n\n\"I wonder how tight security is, so far from the wall,\" The Auditor thought to himself as he looked at the entrance.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "The Guard's promptly stop Umeo at the gate and ask for traveling papers. Once received they quickly grant him passage. Once inside The reception area of the embassy is decidedly utilitarian al most any that could be picked up easily was of a qualitative heft and sturdiness that suited the clans constant warlike state. Even here hundreds of miles from Kaiu Kabe the heart of the Crab still beat proudly here.\n\nAfter a moment a Umeo is greeted by an elderly woman, Easily past retirement age for most samurai, but her eyes still hold a distinct sharpness, like a Shepherd to the flock of servants. Her tone gentle yet authoritative. She knew what needed to be done and her efforts were always to make sure no task went incomplete. The woman bowed deeply to the Samurai.\n\n\"Welcome Yasuki-sama to the Crab Embassy. I'm Hoshiko, head Servant and assistant to Ambassador Hida Koyama. How can I assist you?\" She says, maintaining her bow.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Efficiency. Now that's a concept that has always been dear to the Crab. The act of soldiers and builders moving with purpose, without hesitation or wasted energy, is a sight to behold. And Umeo seems to be enjoying it as well, with that rare hint of a smile crossing his wind-weathered face. It's good to be back among his people. As for this Hoshiko woman, she seems familiar and must be quite impressive to have made a lasting impression on Umeo. Then again, servants who are sharp-eyed and dutiful are a rare breed. And good help, as the Yasuki agent thinks to himself, is as valuable as a rice scale.\n\nUmeo instructs her to make his presence known with a simple message for the Ambassador: \"Tell the Ambassador that Yasuki Umeo has arrived, and remains available to meet with him at his leisure. As I presume he will want to see me at his earliest convenience, I shall remain here until I have been summoned or dismissed.\" Knowing that he'll need a place to stay while he's on assignment, he adds, \"I will require a residence,\" He says. \"A plan may already be made, so I will inform you of the particulars after I meet with Hida-Sama to have a servant direct me to my new quarters or begin the arrangements to secure them.\"\n\nAs he waits for the servant to leave the room, Umeo takes a moment to survey his surroundings. He's always had an eye for detail, and he can't resist the urge to adjust a few ornamental objects on a nearby table. A smidge to the left, a nudge to the right, until the objects are fully symmetrical. It's a small act, but it brings him a sense of satisfaction." }, { "author": "hida", "message": "The elderly woman straightens up and smiles. \"\n\n\"It's good to see you again, Yasuki-sama. Hida-sama wishes your audience immediately. Please follow me. Your lodgings will be secured before your meeting is over.\" Hoshiko says, leading the samurai down to the end of the building where a large set of wooden double doors capped the northern part of the building. Just before it is an office with a heavy screen. \n\n\"Hida-sama, Yasuki Umeo-sama is here.\"\n\n\"Excellent, See him in.\" The voice boomed.\n\nHoshiko slides the screen open and allows Umeo to step inside the office. The Desk still held several scroll cases and behind them, A mountainous Hida shadowed over them. He looks at the man and stands.\n\n\"Good to finally meet you, Yasuki-san. I'm Hida Koyama.\" He says with a bow.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Once inside the office, the Auditor's eyes dart around the room, scanning each and every corner with trained precision. His gaze lands on the array of objects scattered around the room, ranging from scrolls to inkwells, and he notes their specific placement to maximize efficiency and reduce wasted movement. The sheer number of scrolls indicates a clear backlog of paperwork, adding to the already heavy workload of the office.\n\nYasuki Umeo returns the Ambassador's bow with utmost seriousness and exactitude, displaying his deep sense of respect and decorum. \"Greetings Ambassador Hida Koyama-sama. I am honored to be received by you. May I humbly present to you this gift?\" With a graceful movement of his left hand, he produces a pair of little green fruits with thick bumpy skins, a delicacy from the islands of the Mantis. \"I grew accustomed to the taste of these bitter little pieces of joy while monitoring the shipping lanes. They really are quite delightful if paired with a dessert, though I used to squeeze one into a cup of Friendly Traveller for a reminder of home.\" Umeo then gently insists twice more, as is customary.\n\nAs the pleasantries come to a close, Umeo shifts the conversation to business. \"I am at your service, Ambassador. What might I accomplish for you in the City of Green Walls?\" His tone is polite yet firm, reflecting his dedication to the role of Auditor.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama eyes the gifts warily at first but at the third insistence he graciously accepts the fruits. \"Thank you, Yasuki-san.\" He says continuing to watch the merchant's eyes and actions. He mentally notes the Yasuki's discerning nature and waits a beat after his statement to begin.\n\n\"A situation has been brought to my attention. Hoshiko-san has mentioned some irregularities in our deliveries as of late. Not simply coming into the city but our shipments to the wall also are coming in lighter than expected. I would like you to ascertain the reason for this. I do not appreciate receiving letters from my dear cousin about necessary supplies coming from our deliveries being half-filled and being replaced with river stones. I am sure that this task is well within your capable hands.\" Koyama says, waving to Hoshiko with the tea. She carefully places the set down and begins pouring first for Koyama and then Umeo.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Umeo's normally stoic countenance cracks ever so slightly at the mention of River Stones. His eyebrow shoots up momentarily, a flicker of curiosity before it settles back into its usual position. \"Product half-removed,\" He murmurs, his voice tinged with intrigue, \"Weighted down with worn stones, instead of rough-hewn rocks from the ground or a cliffside. Quite peculiar.\" His fingers stroke his chin thoughtfully as he waits for Hoshiko to finish preparing and serving the tea.\n\nAs the steaming cup is placed before him, Yasuki Umeo offers a gracious nod of thanks to Hoshiko, acknowledging her fine work. He turns his attention back to the Ambassador, his eyes glinting with determination. \"If it is within the realm of possibility,\" He begins, his voice carrying a hint of eagerness, \"I would be most grateful for the opportunity to personally examine any letters associated with this matter. Furthermore, any ledgers containing information on the shipments would prove invaluable. I seek details on departure and arrival times, as well as the names of individuals involved in these transactions.\" He closes his eyes briefly, mentally constructing an office in his mind. \"When providing copies of the ledgers, err on the side of excess. I am a swift reader.\"\n\nWith teacup still cradled in his hand, the Auditor realizes that his zeal for unraveling this enigma might be misconstrued as giving orders to his superior and the samurai with a goatee hastily offers a slight bow. \"If it aligns with your desires, of course,\" He adds to quickly reestablish the proper decorum. \n\n\"There is, of course, someone on the inside who is helping these thieves... If the entire group of malefactors hasn't insinuated itself into our trade routes. I doubt such width and breadth of parasitic infection, though. These types of short-sighted thieves typically revile genuine work, and those that would consider themselves their leaders will have found a comfortable place to nest. Depending on how sophisticated the operation appears once I begin digging, there remains the possibility that this is a symptom of a larger problem in the political landscape.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama's demeanor shifts as the Yasuki begins his explanations and ~~demans~~ requests for ledgers. His rationale is sound his motivation is high. No complaints.\n\n\"Hoshiko will have the ledgers for the the Crab embassy and can give them to you once we're through here. But you won't be working alone in this. The Mantis have also been suffering of this plight as of late and a representative will be accompanying you in the investigation as well as a bodyguard. Not to sound overprotective but Jun-sama would have me bludgeoned if something happened to you in your first week here. I'll be assigning you a bodyguard while you do your investigation. I expect you'll be able to handle this.\" Koyama says, nodding to the merchant.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "The former Yoriki nods, his expression tinged with a touch of nostalgia. \"Not that I was ever a match for the Hida, but swinging a Tetsubo with the same vigor as before the accident has become quite the challenge. Having a capable bodyguard by my side would certainly ease my worries as I begin unraveling mysteries that do not wish to be solved.\" A brief, almost mischievous grin appeared at the corner of his mouth before vanishing as swiftly as it had come. \"Perhaps a leisurely stroll to the Mantis Embassy is in order. I'm curious, do we have any indication of when I might meet this temporary Yojimbo? And more importantly, how constant should I anticipate their vigilance?\"\n\nAfter savoring a moment of the tea's warmth, Umeo leaned forward, \"Is the bodyguard to also assume the role of Mantis representantive, or should I expect two samurai to be walking in my shadow? Are we aware of the identity or identities of these samurai as of yet?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama smirked at the Yasuki's inquisitive nature. \n\n\"We are. You'll be protected by captain of the guard, \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "The Auditor's lips press themselves into a thin line as he remembers the fates of some of his previous assistants. Umeo is known for his exacting methods and high standards. He made it a point to allow a disappointing student the ability to shed their dishonor through trial and hardship. Those that did quickly understood the extent to which the Yasuki prized obedience. Rarely did they need to accept the offer more than once.\n\n\"So, it seems best to treat this Yoritomo as an observer and diplomatic envoy, rather than burdening them with the expectations of a student or personal assistant,\" Umeo remarked, his voice reflecting a mixture of understanding and acceptance. \"I shall handle this Paper Mantis with care and ensure a gentle approach throughout the duration of our assignment.\"\n\n\"The Yoritomo and I shall consider taking a conspicuous stroll with our Yojimbo, deliberately passing through unsavory areas to establish a clear message that we are under protection,\" He suggested, his eyes gleaming with strategic intent. \"Once that impression is firmly established, we can allow the formidable Hida to focus on his own personal obligations until the time is ripe for us to stir the hornet's nests. Does this plan resonate with you, esteemed Ambassador, Hida-sama?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "saimonthemonk", "message": "A man that some mistook for an ogre from the other side of the wall, rather than someone who was meant to guard it made his way through the cramped quarters of the embassy. His each step seemed to thunder through the 6'7\" Hida made himself known, opening the door the auditor would be able to see a massive figure with an untamed main of crimson hair not unlike a lions mane. As the current head of security his stature was farther enhanced by the heavy armor that covered the entirety of his form,\n\n\"Ah, you called me in to finally do something. This town is far too quiet compared to the wall, cousin. But, I'm here just to be an escort? You should just point and let me tear through it, my spear would sweep them all away.\"\n\nLooking over he noticed a man to the side,\n\n\"This must be the one in need of escort, huh?\"" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama glares unerringly at the giant and scowls at his unannounced entrance. \n\n\"Do not think it your place to question why this task was given to you, Daido-san. I am well aware of your talents and hopefully, Yasuki-san will not need to know the extent of your considerable prowess. This is a dangerous task and I am entrusting you with their safety and the Crab's reputation. With Yasuki-san's shrewdness, Okiku-san's pleasantries and your looming presence, success is assured. Yasuki-san, How you wish to accomplish this tasks is of your own volition. See it done.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Feeling the beginnings of a dismissal, the Merchant rises from his seat and bows respectfully. \"Ambassador Hida-sama, I am grateful for the trust you have bestowed upon me, and I shall carry out my duties with the same unwavering tenacity that forged our Clan's formidable reputation.\" \n\nYasuki Umeo's gaze shifts to the imposing figure who entered the room while paying little heed to rank and decorum. Stereotypes often have their roots in real people and Hida Daido appears to be the root of the Crab Clan's stereotypes. In fact, the colossus possesses such an abundance of Crab blood that he requires significantly more size to contain it all. Umeo looks up and addresses the massive bushi casually, without the excess of etiquette usually employed by the Auditor. \"I am confident that your spear will see renewed use. I tend to make enemies. While you are here in the interior, I will enjoy knowing that it is your hands that will help me bring Honor to the Crab. Together, we will ensure that brigands aren't stealing food from the mouths of our soldiers and medicine from our healers' hands.\"\n\nThe Yasuki continues to assess the build of Hida Daido. The Bushi seemed bulky without a loss of grace, alert without nervousness, and though he was traditionally uncouth... The man was chomping at the bit to serve. \"However, I admit that you may always lack a true challenger in the heartland. The strength of mere bandits will never be a match for an advanced student of the Hida schools. They're not even as useful as the stream of deformed monsters that die to allow the Empire's truest warriors to train.\"\n\nHis aside to the mountainous Samurai completed, Umeo turns back to the Ambassador. \"Is there anything else you wish for me to know before I begin taking action? An appointed time to meet with \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "equestriati", "message": "Okiku had received the missive from her matron earlier that day with a directive to assist the Crab with a problem they've encountered. She was to also use this opportunity to improve relations with the hardy warrior clan as best she was able. If the slim, slight woman held any reservation about attending the clan well-known for their gruff and abrasion, she made no outward show of it on her pretty, but melancholic, face - concealed beneath the thin veneer of her face paint.\n\nThe slim woman was clad in a pure white kimono, almost funerary in appearance. The only colour she allowed herself was a touch of lip paint and the rich emerald green of her obi with a single wakizashi tucked through its folds.\n\nInwardly she may have been pondering if she had inadvertently insulted her clan matron in the city - and this duty was to be her punishment. Whatever thoughts that might have been churning over through her mind were swished away when one of the Crab attendant scribes acknowledged her arrival at the embassy.\n\nShe offered them a formal bow in greeting, then slipped the rolled missive from her sleeve to pass it over. \"Please inform your superiors that Yoritomo Okiku has arrived from the Mantis as requested,\" She said, her voice soft, yet still held a sense of curt propriety." }, { "author": "hida", "message": "The young attendant bowed to the Mantis courtier, politely accepting the missive and taking it to an elderly woman. She looks at the missive, up to the Mantis and walks back over with a polite bow.\n\n\"Greetings, Mantis-sama. I am Hoshiko, head attendant of the embassy and personal assistant to Ambassador Hida Koyama-sama. The Ambassador is currently in a meeting with Yasuki-sama and Daido-sama. Please follow me and I'll bring you to the meeting.\" Hoshiko says, leading the samurai down to the end of the building where a large set of wooden double doors capped the northern part of the building. Just before it is an office with a heavy screen. \n\nJust outside The Ambassador's Office, a gentle rapping on the screen grabs Koyama's attention.\n\n\"Hida-sama, Mantis-sama has arrived.\"\n\nKoyama looked to Umeo. \"The time is now, cousin.\" He said with a nod. \n\n\"Send her in.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "equestriati", "message": "\"Thank you,\" Okiku said to the attendant. She stepped past Hoshiko when bid to enter, offering a bow to the room's occupants as she did so.\n\n\"I bid you greetings,\" She said, her voice soft and light. \"I am Yoritomo Okiku. My matron has requested my attendance to assist the Crab as I am able.\"\n\nShe turned towards the Crab ambassador. \"Hida-Sama, I presume?\" She said. \"Your reputation precedes you. It is my hope I can be of some service to the Crab; as well as work to build a mutually beneficial relationship between our two families.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama return a bow to the Mantis. \"It is certainly my hope as well. A cousin to the clan is always welcomed here. I'm sure that your expertise will be make our foray a successful one, so allow me to introduce your companions on this task, Yasuki Umeo-san, and Hida Daido-san.\" He announced gesturing to the 2 men in turn. \n\n\"Hoshiko-oba, since everyone is gathered you wish to speak on the matter at hand.\"\n\nThe elderly woman slides the screen open carrying an armful of scrolls She offers them to Umeo-san and bows. \n\n\"It has been nearly a month since we've received confirmation of a shipment fully delivered to the Crab Lands. Medicines and building supplies are being replaced with river stones and millet. Our normal merchants have been unresponsive to any missives we're sent inquiring about the short shipments. Kurotsuchi is the name of the group that was transporting the shipments for the Crab. Their counting house is on the edge of the merchants district. On the scrolls is the Brand of Kurotsuchi.\" She says pointing towards it in the lower corner.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Gratefully accepting the bundle of scrolls, Yasuki Umeo bowed deeply to Hoshiko before straightening to his full height and unfurling the first one. His keen eyes, reminiscent of a hawk spotting a field mouse from high above, quickly took in the details – names, numbers, and other crucial data related to the missing shipments. The man's mind churned like a well-oiled machine, deconstructing the information and fitting the pieces into an ever-growing mental puzzle. Each figure and name was another hint, another breadcrumb to follow on the winding path toward truth. The auditor's fingers traced over the Brand of Kurotsuchi, committing its strokes and curves to memory. This symbol, he knew, would soon become a key instrument in their investigation.\n\nHe glanced up at his new companions. \"Hida Daido-sama, Yoritomo Okiku-sama,\" He addressed them each in turn, \"It appears our path will first take us to the counting-house of Kurotsuchi. Their mark is here,\" He indicated the symbol on the scroll, \"And their silence in regards to our inquiries is more than suspect. We will start there and see where the trail leads.\"\n\nSetting the scrolls aside for a moment, Umeo smoothly adjusted his kimono. Pausing to gauge their reactions, Yasuki Umeo stood silently for a moment. His stern face was softened by the lingering shadow of a smile, demonstrating his readiness to undertake this important task. The wheels of his mind were already turning, preparing strategies and contingencies for their imminent investigation. Umeo carefully tucked the scrolls into the fold of his kimono, his gaze lingering on the mark of Kurotsuchi one last time. This symbol was the first piece of their puzzle, and the auditor was keen to uncover the rest. His eyes flickered with resolve and the merest hint of anticipation.\n\nIn a final show of respect, Umeo bowed to both of his new partners before turning his attention back to Ambassador Koyama, ready to receive any last instructions. The gears of the investigation had started to move and it was time to dive into the heart of the mystery.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "equestriati", "message": "Okiku listened in silence to the explanations of the what was occuring with the trade shipments, simply taking in the information as it was presented. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly with some perplexity at the explanations, the only indication of emotion she would allow on her face.\n\nShe had some thoughts already moving in the depths of her mind but kept them to herself when the attention was diverted back to the Ambassador. She did, however, return the bow to Umeo when it was offered.\n\nOkiku was the outsider here, so had little intention of making waves this early in the relationship by being a nuisance with her questions, theories, and suspicions. She could indulge her curiosity later, once the official business was out of the way." }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama watches Umeo and returns the bow to the assembled samurai. \"You'll keep me aware of any updates and alert me of any issues. See the work done and carry the fortunes.\"" } ]	206.5	5,086
214.1	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "When Bayushi Tomura requested to be taken to see Umeo, the guards glanced at one another before allowing the Scorpion inside. One of the guards followed behind the Scopion as a servant guided the bureaucrat through the embassy. Kaiu architecture was on full display. The eye-level windows were narrow enough to be difficult for a samurai in armor to crawl through. High on the walls, however, several broad and short windows let in plenty of light. They would also allow smoke to ventilate, preventing aggressors from attempting to siege the embassy with fire. The polished vases, mirrors, and beautiful decorations were made from heavy steel and more than capable of crushing someone's skull should they offend the wrong warrior. However, the casual beauty of Kaiu work was on full display in the ambassador's wing. The exposed structural beams were covered with bass reliefs of mountain landscapes and painted over with multi-hued wood stains. \n\nThin light spilled into the Ambassador's office, and specks of dust danced in the beam. It was a pleasant morning, as far as mornings go. Several things were already in motion, and many more things would be set to spinning before the end of the day. For some reason, Yasuki Umeo was sitting behind the Ambassor's desk when Tomura arrived. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura smiled under his mask, the Crab always had a bad reputation he found, sure they where brutality honest and honestly brutal, but at the end of the day, they sacrificed hundreds of thousands to keep the Empire safe from the foul things to the South, they understood Duty. He walked silently to the office and when he arrived, gave his host a bow.\n\n\"Yasuki-sama, I thank you for recieving me.\" He said, under his arm was something wrapped in cloth, \"I hope this day finds you well.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The Crab gestured to the pair of navy blue cushions opposite the desk from him, \"Bayushi-san. The day, as it so often does, finds me harried with more letters to write than ink in the day. I prefer activity to lethargy, though. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this morning?\" Large maps were hung along the walls of the Ambassador's Office, depicting everything from trade routes to mineral resources and growing regions. A pair of quiet servants arrived shortly after Tomura, carrying a low table and tea set.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura walked towards the desk, kneeling down in front of the cushions.\n\n\"Recently I had the notion to increase the art that was in my personal collection, of course this mean having to dispose of some pieces, one cannot have room for everything after all.\" He chucled, \"However, their is one piece that I thought prehaps would be fitting in your own.\" He took the cloth and gave it to the Crab, should he unravel it, one would find a wooden rat mask, cleaned of course." }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Seeing the mask, a smile formed on Umeo's face. \"Ah, I see. I do, in fact, have a place for it. I find myself with significantly more room to fill after changing offices. This is a gift I would greatly appreciate if I could accept it. Surely, you would want to hold onto such a sentimental piece?\" The polite refusal of a gift three times was tradition, and Umeo was known for his manners. The cold glint in his eye, though, would have told Tomura that the Scorpion had made the right choice.\n\nAfter the process of refusing and insisting had passed, the broad-shouldered Crab stood and took the cleaned mask. \"Ah, and somehow you managed to rid it of the smell of fertilizer and spoiled Unicorn cuisine. I'm sure that the Crab servants in charge of housekeeping would covet the methods that your servants used to clean this... Piece.\" Umeo bowed reasonably low to the Scorpion before settling back down on his cushion. \n\n\"I believe when we last met, you wanted to speak to me about Gardens. Am I correct?\" His low voice rumbled as he asked his question.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura gave a sickly sweet smile under his mask, after it had been brought to his attention... The insult of claiming his own position was too great, the rat screamed for hours, nice relaxing screams, a cage of rats suited his face better then the mask did.\n\n\"It was no issue at all, Yasuki-sama, in fact it brings me great pleasure to see you enjoy it.\" Tomura removed the lower portion of his mask, revealing his jawline and lower face, from what was seen it was rather youthful, unblemished, almost soft in a way. \"Yes, the Scorpion Garden is a cultural center peice of this city, a fine oasis of relaxation and rest within the fast pace lifestyle urban living demands... Yes there are those who seem to not understand the... Significance of such a landmark, the Mantis and Lion would seek to make an establishment like it, now I am not against good buisness and the flow of capital, but one does not look to the sky and ask for a second Sun or Moon, some things are just... Unique, and treasured for their uniqueness, yes?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The Crab quietly took note of the man's youth, listening attentively as he described his problem. \"Hmm, I see. That begs the question, then... Why? Do they feel that the Scorpion Garden has failed the city in some way? Is it so similar as to be a direct insult to your clan, or do you feel that the sleight might be unintentional?\" Umeo leaned back on his cushion, his eyes observing the ways that the Scorpion responded to his questions, blunt as they were. \n\n\"The Crab's official position in this city is one of neutrality. We have needs and we have duties, and neither would be furthered at the present by trying to control this city. However, we have no intention of going against the Otomo's wishes and intend to work in concert with any clan who asks for assistance in helping this city grow and flourish. To be clear, the Mantis and the Crab have been on good terms since they were a minor clan, and the Lion have recently made several efforts to at least not be on our bad side. As such, I will not advise you to take action Against Them.\"\n\nSitting behind the Ambassador's desk, Yasuki Umeo steepled his fingers in thought, \"I do appreciate this gift, however, and will entertain this Very Hypothetical conversation.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"Against?\" He said with some surprise, \"Oh no... No conflict is the furthest from my mind, Yasuki-san.\" He exclaimed, slightly scandalized at the suggestion, \"No, I don't wish anyone to come to anyone come to harm, emotionally or physically... I just wish some parties would be able to see... The error of the thought.\" He said, sipping his tea, he gave a satisfied smile at the blend.\n\n\"I have nothing but admiration for the explorer and sailors of the Mantis, and the fine warriors of the Lion,\" He did ask one out after all, \"I just think, their are some parties, who in their wish to add a flavor of excitement to this city, have forgotten that their are things in life that... Are, in a since, their is the powerful waves, the mighty mountains, the coldness of winter, the joy of spring, bittersweetness of young love, and their is the calm oasis that is the Scorpion Gardens.\" \n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The Crab nodded, \"Of course, of course. But let us return to my question, then. Why would these individuals hope to open another garden in a city already full of such? If you can find out what they want and hope to achieve, you might be able to create an opportunity that fulfills their needs without having to open a new business.\"\n\n\"Now I'm going to ask some even harder questions. Is the problem that they want to open a location similar to the famous Scorpion Gardens, or that it would be an insult and a political blow that other clans would rather open a new location than frequent the Scorpion's? If the Scorpion Garden is, as you say, as unique as the powerful waves and the mighty mountains... Why do the Scorpion themselves maintain so many Other Gardens, places of rest, and cultural centerpieces?\"\n\n\"It might be in poor taste to point out the flaws in a metaphor, but I would regret not mentioning that despite their iconic nature... There is more than one mountain and a sea full of waves. The problem, then, is not that they have the audacity to attempt to recreate a singular and solitary feature of the city and thus cheapen it. That much is clear to me. I am fairly certain you know that isn't the real problem, either. So, let us cut to the next layer of the discussion, shall we?\"\n\n\"What do they want? Why? What do you want? Why? And finally, what do you expect the Crab to do about it?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura simply smiled at all of this.\n\n\"I believe the notion was to create an establishment catering to Samurai, Merchant, and Peasant.\" He said, almost sicky sweet, \"Therefore increasing their influence among the money men of the city.\" If the Crab wanted to be frank, then he'll be frank.\n\n\"What they want, to expland their influence in those who, although society deems them unclean for it, money makes the Empire go round and the merchants hold more power then people admit.\" He shrugged, \"What we want, well, there are those who feel this is an insult to the Scorpions's influence, which in this city at this time, even the smallest insult to honor is seen as worth defending, the Overseer will be seeing who gains the lot it's intended for.\" Their was also the unspoken truth, that the Otomo where stirring a pot, \"What the Crab, nothing, however, the Yasuki are famed for their insight on the manners of commerce, I was just thinking a word from one as respected are yourself might have weight in the hearing for the land.\" He said simply, looking to Umeo as he sipped his tea.\n\n\"Your a cunning and honorable man, Yasuki-san, and I thank you deeply for pointing out a rodent issue, you are one I would wish to have a working relationship with.\"\n\|\|" } ]	234.5	2,141
369.3	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "asurasura", "message": "How long had it been since Atsuko had set foot on the Crab embassy grounds?\n\nToo long, perhaps. She still remembered the night as if it had only been days prior. She was soaked to the bone after the fire in the Leatherworker's, covered in soot and blood from the horrible monster that had made the abandoned brewery its home. So much had changed in the months between. The ronin had only just entered into the service of the man who bid her there, a man who now rested with his ancestors. The bazaar was just a distant twinkle in Ide no Suio Kenza's eye when she stormed into the waiting area pleading for a meeting with the Crab's ambassador, and yet it thrived now, growing ever larger and more prosperous under her watchful eye. Much had changed in the interim, but one thing had not.\n\nThe yōkai she had been bid to hunt remained at large. \n\nPart of it was out of her control. The trail had gone cold enough that not even the duo of trained shugenja—a Kuni and a Yogo no less—could find hide nor hair of the beast. They had managed to turn up some evidence of a conspiracy here or there, a few trace clues to indicate that Something Remained within the city, lurking and biding its time. Spring had brought new clues, but nothing groundshaking. Nothing she could proudly proclaim as a success in ridding Ryoko Owari of that which went bump in the night.\n\nWhat parts remained in her control vexed her. It wasn't her job, she had to remind herself. Ide Nakato had asked she investigate the matter, and so did Hida Koyama. But Ide Nakato no longer ruled the Unicorn's delegation, and Utaku Kazuko had made her will that Atsuko man the bazaar well known. Hida Koyama might have ruled supreme amongst the Crab, but he was not her overlord. His orders were more a request than anything else, no matter how sternly he gave them.\n\nAnd yet she still had not managed to fulfill them.\n\nWhy return then? Why bring herself to the gates of the Crab without a proof of victory? The answer was simple enough: to better arm herself to provide that victory.\n\nBefore she had arrived in the city, Atsuko had scarcely ever interacted with the supernatural. She attended festivals, revered the Fortunes, and asked forgiveness from the kami when she slew a hare or bird for her evening meal. But monsters? The closest thing to a monster she had ever faced was the barbarity of bandits lost in their greed and hunger, fighting like beasts to steal what was not their own. She could not be expected to do the Crab's job without the same support the Crab gave their own men and women.\n\nIt was with that thought in her mind that she took the first bold steps toward the gates of the well-fortified embassy grounds. Her dealings with the Yasuki merchants at the bazaar had taught her better than to come empty-handed, of course, and so beneath one arm, she held an unassuming lacquered chest, heavy with goods yet to be seen. The other she placed firmly on her hip as she addressed the ashigaru at the gates.\n\n\"Atsuko. Retainer to the Ide family. I have business with the ambassador and his aides.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo was seated in his office. He was reviewing tariff reports when the servant entered, bowing respectfully. \"Yasuki-sama. Atsuko-san, a retainer to the Ide family, requests an audience. She bears a chest and claims to have business with the Ambassador.\" Umeo's eyes lifted from his reading, and a flicker of recognition crossed his features. Atsuko was not a frequent visitor, but her name had made its way into a few of his predecessor's files. The ronin was... Noteworthy. He set the scroll aside, his mind shifting gears from the matters of trade to the more pressing concerns of security and diplomacy.\n\n\"I shall do what I can while Hida-sama remains indisposed. Show her in,\" Umeo instructed. His low voice was calm and authoritative. He stood and smoothed the front of his kimono, a deep blue fabric adorned with the Crab mon. His posture was upright, the items on his desk exactingly arranged. The walls were adorned with maps of the empire, and trade routes were marked on them in different colors. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "It took far longer than Atsuko would have liked for the ashigaru who marched off to announce her arrival to return, though perhaps it was unfair to blame the guards for that. Any delay at all would have grated at the ronin with her tendency towards impatience. Eventually, however, the man returned, and she was let through the gates and led through the courtyard and into the embassy proper.\n\nMonths had passed since she last set foot within the structure, and yet, despite the length of time that had elapsed between her previous visit and the present, she could tell that she was being led along a different path than the one the kindly assistant had hurried her down so long before. Indeed, that much was confirmed when she was directed through a door into an office containing not the mammoth ambassador of the Crab, but a stranger. Well, half a stranger. The Carp that decorated his kimono was an increasingly familiar sight to her.\n\n\"Yasuki-sama,\" The diminutive wave-woman offered a bow of adequate depth for the situation, \"I am Atsuko. Your ambassador, Hida Koyama-sama requested I handle a situation some weeks ago. I was hoping to discuss the matter with him—shall I assume he will be joining us?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama walked the halls of the embassy after a barrage of meetings. He knew the work was unceasing but it would all be for the better, or at least its what he told himself silently. After his encounter with the Unicorn ambassador last night and the meeting with Mantis Ambassador just moments earlier he felt as if the fortunes were preparing him for something. He would meet it, as was the Crab's Duty. Still, there was a lingering feeling he couldn't pin down. He took a breathe to refocus himself and rounded a corner to see an eye patch that looked familiar to him. Atsuko, She was working for Ide Kenza, a prominent merchant and grand host of the Bazaar that had opened. He needed to take another more, casual visit of the play when the time was afforded to him. But he let the Ronin carry on her business since she seemed to be headed toward Umeo's office. Probably to discuss matters of commerce.\n\n\"Hida-sama, That young woman was here to see you.\" Hoshiko chimed, walking slowly to the Hulking man as if hearing his thoughts. \"You were still meeting with Moshi-sama and not to be disturbed. So I sent her to Yasuki-sama in your stead.\"\n\nKoyama nodded and took another breath before heading to his Advisor's office. As he approached he heard them speaking and stepped in at the Ronin's mention of him.\n\n\"It is a safe assumption, Atsuko-san.\" Koyama said sliding the door open. \"Pardon the interruption, Yasuki-san. I was wrapping up a meeting. Now then, what can the Crab do for you? It has been some time since you've paid us a visit. \n\nKoyama noticed the lacquered chest tucked under her sinewy arms and nodded. Perhaps some physical vestige of the beast she'd slain to be cleansed or a matter altogether different.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "It was almost as if on cue that the Crab's ambassador materialized from elsewhere in the embassy. Were she a less perceptive young woman, she might've assumed that he had been eavesdropping on their conversation from the very beginning. But a man of that stature could only lessen his footfalls so much. It wasn't his sudden appearance that vexed her, but rather, what approach would best see her objective accomplished, now that the key component had so fortuitously manifested before her. There was always a leveling of wheeling and dealing when it became time to negotiate with the samurai caste. Something she had been laboring to learn over her time in the city.\n\nBut perhaps the current was not such a time. The Crab prided themselves on their directness and pragmatism, as she had been harshly taught during her first foray into working with the surly defenders of the wall.\n\n\"I am glad you are here, Hida-sama,\" The little ronin offered the requisite bow as she turned to greet the ambassador, \"It means I can skip right to the point. What I need from the Crab is support.\"\n\nShe was sure the more conventional clan samurai would balk at the idea of a lowly ronin making demands of aid from their vaunted diplomats, but every moment she spent grubbing for influence was another moment things weren't getting done. Given the scope of the task at hand, every wasted moment put them all the further behind.\n\n\"You asked me to investigate the yōkai problem of the winter and see it put to rest. I'll be honest: I don't know the first thing about yōkai. I can handle bandits, I can handle merchants, I can even handle samurai. But I can't even begin to speculate how to find—much less kill—an enemy I know nothing about. Who is to say these creatures can even be killed by the weapons I have available?\"\n\nThere was sure to be pushback to that. It had been months since the investigation began, and she had made little headway before deciding that she needed to ask for help. Time had been wasted. But it wasn't as if she had been idle those months. She wasn't so foolish as to appear before the Crab empty-handed and wanting like some kind of beggar.\n\n\"That's not to say I haven't discovered anything. It's just, what I have discovered is... Worrying. Should we sit before I continue?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama glowered at the Ronin, not for her flippant speech or frank request, but at whatever she discovered. Even if she was uncomfortable, she always kept a tough front with what she was saying and He understood the need for it. No matter her considerable her skill with a blade was, Her confidence rarely so shaken that she'd voice her concern. He walked to the screen and tapped twice and then motioned for the Ronin to sit. Outside you could hear 2 bushi in heavy armor move outside the office.\n\nKoyama sat down across from Atsuko and looked at Umeo for a moment before leveling a deadly glare at Atsuko. \"What have you learned that worries you so?\" \n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "Reading people usually didn't pose much of a challenge to Atsuko. It was her job, after all, to keep a beat on any who might threaten her charge. Or, in times more recent, the marketplace her charge oversaw. The Crab proved more challenging than most. It seemed every time she met with Hida Koyama, he spent the majority of the time glowering at her. Not an unusual thing, given her heritage and his status, but a discomfiting all the same. His snarl was made all the more vexing by the clinking of armor just beyond the thin rice paper that made up the walls. \n\nYet she still had a duty to dispatch, potential threats to her well-being or not. The young ronin made her way towards the karo's low desk, setting herself down before it and settling the chest she held beside her. Ordinarily, her swords would join it to her left, but given the circumstances... Perhaps it was better they remained right where she liked them.\n\n\"The first order of business is to establish that the yōkai problem never really disappeared. Whether or not the creature, or Creatures, caught wind of our investigation and laid low, I cannot say. What I Can Say is that the problem seems to have spread further than we first anticipated—people are being drawn out of the city and into the province beyond.\"\n\nMore context would have been helpful, but she had little to provide. She could not say why laborers were being drawn from the city, nor by whom, nor for what. Only that it was happening.\n\n\"More worrisome is by what exactly. The Smiling Carp, a merchant vessel pertinent to the investigation, lost a few men last season. Repairmen, sailmakers. The laboring type. They claimed to have found better work in the countryside. It must have been well-paying work, too, as almost all of them paid off the remainder of their contracts right then and there. The ship made port again just recently, and what do you know? Another set of workers decide they've found better work elsewhere. They paid in advance as well.\"\n\nThe story was a dry one, and she might have forgiven the elder Hida for growing irate with its length. But the context was important. Especially when she reached into the sleeve of her kimono and withdrew a familiar-looking silver coin. She placed it on the table between herself and the duo of Crab.\n\n\"Paid in the same coin you asked me to investigate. The same coinage that boy seeking medicine paid Ayaka-san. Funnily enough, illness is something of a persistent theme in this investigation, Hida-sama.\" There was little mirth in her eye despite the words that came from her lips, \"The man who wrote the journal that started it all described a terrible illness. One of our suspects accosted herb merchants and monks alike looking for a cure for similar symptoms. The boy at the bazaar pays in this strange currency, asking for herbs to soothe the same ills.\"\n\nA sigh left her lips, and she waved her hand as if to dismiss the frustration. \n\n\"Whatever yōkai is targeting the city—if it even Is A yōkai—is making people sick. Even one of the men from the Carp Who took the mystery payment did so to care for his sick lover who, as you might guess, worked somewhere outside the city. I wish I could give you more, offer you an educated opinion on my findings, maybe filter out the chaff, but... I am not trained to identify with this sort of stuff. So the Crab's support can begin in changing that: I want access to your libraries. If you want me to put a stop to this, I need to know what This Actually is. And that's the best place to start.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"No.\" Koyama retorted. He let the answer hang in the air for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. His frustration with the situation was growing by the second. There were more question than answers and the answers begot more questions. The scope of this grew with every passing day and Atsuko was right: She did need aid. He let out a rumbling sigh before continuing.\n\n\"Even if we had some that you'd recognize as a library on the premises, I cannot let a retainer from another clan go looking into our archives. You've found that the coins and the workers are moving beyond provincial authority. If we wanted to make a case to root out the corruption we'd need to talk to Otomo-sama or perhaps Shosuro Komori-san, The Scorpion's new ambassador for writs of passage. It could be seen as a act of war if I were to send any type of force that was able to fully root out the malignancy you're describing across provincial borders. That and the Merchant ship should be something to investigate. If the Smiling Carp is bringing in these laborers we should not discount their probable complicity in all of this. Do you know if the vessel is arriving to port from the direction of the adjacent province? If so, We can attempt to infiltrate the vessel and be lead back to the source.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "Atsuko raised her hand as the ambassador answered her request.\n\n\"You do not seem to understand my intent here, Hida-sama. My investigation into this matter is something I have performed as a courtesy to the late Ide Nakato-sama, and to reassure Ide Kenza-sama that his commercial investments in the city are safe. It was not done out of the goodness of my own heart.\"\n\nIt sounded quite mercenary when put that way, but that was the way of things, both within the world of samurai and especially within Ryoko Owari Toshi. Those stewards of Rokugan who presided over the masses wrapped their actions in noble codes but fundamentally looked out for themselves and their own above all. If one wanted to obtain something from a member of a rival clan, then they would need to give something in kind. Perhaps that had been forgotten in part because Atsuko did not have a clan to call her own.\n\n\"My continued support of the endeavor is, therefore, contingent upon the Crab providing me the resources I require. If you cannot provide this aid to the retainer of another clan, then you are not entitled to the aid of that clan's retainers in turn.\"\n\nShe was sure that the matter-of-fact tone she adopted would irritate the Hida. Yet it needed to be said—her services were something of value. That the Crab had seen fit to assign the duty before her to a lowly ronin in service of the Unicorn indicated to her that they either did not consider it a priority, or they could not act on it on their own, as the ambassador had admitted only moments prior.\n\n\"If that is all, then I should be going, Hida-sama. I have a busy afternoon ahead.\"\n\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"On your way, Atsuko-san.\" Koyama said, with a nod. \n\n\"The Guards will show you out.\"\n\|\|" } ]	318	3,693
371.857143	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "turans", "message": "\|\| \n\nOnce more, Miho tried to close her hand, and her body rewarded her stubbornness with a well-deserved jolt of pain. Fine, I get it. She thought to her hand as if it had its own conscience. For all the journey to the Crab embassy, she had tried to simply regain control of her hand through sheer force of will, but whatever the bards said there were things willpower alone simply could not do.\n\nIt was not the first time this happened. Since when that damned Shinjo scout had given her this scar, the nerves in her hand passed from being very uncollaborative, to way too receptive, screaming at every slight movement. The first she could handle well, but the second was an actual problem, all but disabling her left hand. Usually, she would have simply sucked it up and waited for the crisis to pass, but her lord had counselled her another road; medical opium. \n\nIt s better to just skip the whole process she went through to accept this idea. For how she saw it, as long as she didn't acknowledge this wound it wasn't a real problem, and she would cut off the hand altogether before spreading the voice she was an opium junkie, but in the end her logic had won over her pride; this substance could help her being more effective in her duties, so she would take it. Simple as.\n\nWell, maybe \"Simple as\" Was a bit too big of an expression. Even after accepting she needed the opium, she refused to go to the Scorpion for it. She imagined the other patrons staring at her mon, the subtly concealed grin of the merchant, the pleasure those vermin would take from seeing a Lion validate their shady business. Absolutely not. She would let her hand and whole arm fall off before that.\n\nBut thankfully, it wasn't necessary. Her lord, who knew her well, had also suggested an alternative to the Scorpion; a certain Yasuki Umeo. He was a merchant, or something like that, she didn't care too much. The important thing was that he also traded in opium, and he could be trusted with not making bad usage of this information. \nThis is the chain of events that had led the Ikoma here, in front of the Crab embassy. Unsure of the proper way to dress for such an appointment, she had opted for her usual elegance, donning a golden Ikoma and a Lion shaped hairpin in her hair. Her injured hand was hidden in the folds of the Kimono in a style favoured by some, to not show the world her hand was contrapted like some sort of claw. \"My name is Ikoma Miho, Chui Of the Third Company of the Lion Legion. I am here to see the honored Yasuki Umeo, he should be already aware of my arrival.\" She informed the guards at the door. Indeed, she had already sent a messenger to check if the Auditor was available, just to make sure she wouldn't end up not finding him and being turnt away like a fool.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo sat in the heart of the Crab embassy. He was dressed in his customary attire, a combination of practicality and formality. The dark, earthy tones of his kimono accentuated the strength of his build. There was a subtle, almost imperceptible squint in his dark eyes that hinted at the years spent scrutinizing documents and observing the horizon. The first few strands of gray gathered in his sleek hair and goatee.\n\nThe exchange of business documents was the bulk of his daily routine, and today was no different. He had been in the midst of analyzing figures and considering proposals from various merchants, blending his diplomatic skills with his merchant acumen. It was a delicate balance that he had mastered over the years. As he examined one particularly intricate ledger, the door to his office slid open, revealing both the servant and the Lion in the golden attire of the Ikoma family. Umeo looked up, his expression reflecting unhidden curiosity. He knew the significance of a Lion presence, the pride of the Lion Clan, and their reputation for valor.\n\nThe servant spoke quietly with a deep bow, introducing an Ikoma Miho, a lieutenant of the Third Company of the Lion Legion. Her demeanor and attire conveyed a sense of elegance and authority. Umeo stood and bowed to his visitor. \"Welcome, Ikoma Miho,\" He began. His voice was a blend of warmth and authority, inviting her into his office. \"I am Yasuki Umeo. It remains an honor to receive representatives of the Lion Clan in our embassy. Please, have a seat, and let us discuss the matter that brings you here today.\"\n\nWith a graceful gesture, he indicated a comfortable seat, its cushions providing a welcome respite from the formalities of the outside world. The room's ambiance subtly shifted, guided by Umeo's words and intentions... His calm, rumbling voice conjuring the tranquility of hot springs in winter.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "The cushions might have been comfortable, but Miho sat on them as if they were a thorns' bed. The Ikoma simply seemed incapable of relaxing, even when on a soft surface. \"Thank you for receiving me, Yasuki-san.\" She began, and stopped there for a bit. She was deeply embarrassed of the reason that brought her here, and even if the Yasuki seemed reasonable she still wasn't looking forward to making her request. But still, she would not back off just now. She couldn't forgo her effectiveness as a bushi out of pride.\n\n\"You seem quite busy, so I will be direct, in the manner your clan is famous for. I have been told that you are authorised to sell medical opium, and I require some of the substance.\" There, cat's out of the bag. Despite her internal reluctance, she was determined to not let any of her embarrassment shine through her stony expression. Her intentions were pure, and as the tenet of Honor taught, a samurai should not be concerned about how others judge them. A passage she had always struggled with...\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo maintained his calm composure, listening attentively as Ikoma Miho expressed her purpose. The diplomat understood that the Lion Clan shared the Crab's reputation for decisiveness. \"I appreciate your straightforwardness, Ikoma-san,\" He replied with a nod. \"It is my job to multiply words for the purpose of obfuscating my intent. A certain candor does simplify things though, doesn't it?\"\n\nUmeo's dark eyes held a thoughtful glint as he continued, \"I indeed have access to medical opium. Quite a lot of it, in fact. However, the vast majority of it is dedicated to treating our wounded soldiers. I personally understand the importance of its use.\" A hint of shared experience lingered in his words, an unspoken understanding of her challenges. \"I also understand the value of discretion in these matters. To be clear... Despite a reasonable knowledge of medicines and their applications, I am not a healer by trade. I am the individual who supplies this medicine to them. If I were to deliver a regular gift to the local Lion Embassy sufficient to your needs, I would need more information first.\"\n\n\"Our two Clans were not at odds the last time I checked, so I see no reason to deny you this request outright. There will have to be some Courtier work done, but I will reach out to the Taisa Akodo-sama and handle the details on the back end. There is no reason to waste your time with it. However, I will need more details from you.\" There was a momentary pause as Umeo slowed, as though considering the meaning of discretion. \"If you would rather handle all aspects of this matter personally... Then the time would not be wasted, and we could work out the details at our leisure.\"\n\nHe gestured to an adjacent low table, where a lacquered box contained several small cups and a pot of tea, a customary offering to guests. \"Before we proceed, would you care for some tea?\" Umeo's tone remained respectful and considerate.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "\"I would, Yasuki-san. Thank you for the offer.\" Tea was actually one of the few edible things she liked, and the Yasuki were famous for growing quite a lot of tea. As she waited for the cup to come into her hands, she weighted the Crab's words: she was aware he held all the cards here. She had put herself in a vulnerable position by coming here, and if he wanted to, he could both deny her request and spread the rumor that Ikoma Miho, Chui of the Third Company, was just a junkie after all. But she was quite confident the Crab had no reasons to do that: why alienate themselves one of the most influential clans in the city? As far as she knew the Crabs had no real claim to the city, so they were probably here to strike as much trade agreements as they could with the winner. The only time when one could fully trust another clansmen in this city, is when both had something to gain.\n\nShe nodded as if she was aware of the difference, she always considered merchant's business to be beneath her, but she became more attentive as he went on. \"Of course, i understand. However, if it is no problem, I would like to be the one handle all this. My Lord is already overworked, i do not wish to burden him with my personal problems as well.\" She said carefully. In part this was true, she didn't want her lord to pay for her problems, but to be fully honest it was also a personal problem. Miho hated, hated showing weakness in front of others, even in front of one the people she trusted and loved wholeheartedly. Her pride had already taken a blow from accepting She Needed a medical help, and she didn't want to take another hit from putting this on the table for others to see.\n\n\"Naturally, that also means I will be the one to remember your kindness. Every time I'll look at the Crab embassy, I will know of the generosity of the soul dwelling in it.\" With this, she also made clear she would be the one to consider to be in debt. She didn't want Umeo to think even for a moment that this transaction would give him a edge over her lord or the Lion. She had this problem, she'd pay the price.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "\"As you wish, Ikoma-sama,\" He replied, his tone retaining warmth. He appreciated her determination to handle her matters personally. \"It is a difficult matter, for sure,\" He continued. \"The well-being of a single samurai is crucial to the strength of the formation. This is not just a small step towards ensuring you may continue to perform with honor and dignity; it is a necessary one. Today, we will make that happen. I will ensure that the necessary arrangements are made quietly and without fanfare.\"\n\nUmeo's gaze shifted to the lacquered box between them, considering the tea before he raised his eyes to meet hers. Yasuki Umeo's observant eyes remained fixed on Ikoma Miho, acknowledging her words and the subtext they carried. As he brewed the tea, he performed the intricate movements of the tea ceremony with more precision than grace. Umeo was a man who preferred perfection. \n\nHe poured tea into equal cups, the fragrant aroma wafting through the air. Once the tea was brewed, he placed the cup before Miho, his movements deliberate and confident. He raised his cup and sipped, allowing the moment to linger. The gentle rhythm of their cups meeting the saucers was like the tides' calm ebb and flow along a rocky shore. The moment was a small gesture, but the silent pleasantry allowed one time to gather their thoughts. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "She was slightly relieved the Crab understood the reason she was here, but she didn't lower her guard: kind words were the bait with which canny courtiers drew their prey before firing their trap. \"I thank you for your understanding, Yasuki-san. I will make sure to honor your thoughtfulness with equal seriousness and well-deserved gratitude.\n\nShe silently approved the way he prepared the tea: Miho was quite skilled at tea ceremony herself, and she could always appreciate a man who knew how to serve his tea. She didn't reach the extremes of those Cranes who judged one's character by their ability in Cha no you, but it surely was a detail to consider. \"My compliments, Yasuki-san. I could not find a better tea at Kyuden Ikoma.\" She let the heat of the cup warm her injured hand, in hope of receiving some relief from the heat, but the only result was going from cold pain to hot pain.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo acknowledged the compliment with a nod and a small but warm smile. \"Thank you, Ikoma-sama. The tea of Kyuden Ikoma is indeed renowned for its quality.\" He sipped his drink thoughtfully. The astringent, earthy flavor warmed his bones as he drank. Small cups now stood as empty vessels, their contents sipped and savored. He chose his following words carefully, \"We shall proceed in a manner that respects your dignity and privacy. We may be in Ryoko Owari, but I am a Crab. Courtesy is a valuable facet of Bushido and, by extension, one's Honor.\"\n\nAs the ritual concluded, the merchant continued, \"As this is to be used for a specific purpose and not entertainment, you must take care to hold to my instructions. It will arrive partitioned into individual sachets of powder.\" The broad man reached into one of the pouches concealed within his sleeves. Soon, he pulled out a small off-white paper that had been folded into a rectangular container no larger than a tea bag. \"In the beginning, you will start and end your day by consuming one sachet dissolved in hot water or tea. During this time, you may consume one more sachet at any point in the day if circumstances have caused the problems to be particularly immobilizing.\" \n\nThe Yasuki handed the sachet to the Ikoma. It was impossibly light for such a weighty thing. \"After about a month, you will notice the effect seems to recede and find yourself reaching for that third cup more often to get through the day. This is to be expected, as the effectiveness of the medicine is much stronger in the beginning. See me for reevaluation at that time. If that is impossible for whatever reason, and you still are uncomfortable speaking to your Clan's healers on the subject, add a second glass in the evening. Never add more than one sachet per season.\"\n.\n\n\"On days that you take this for pain, you should avoid sake and shochu. At the very least, drink with care and utmost moderation. The effects will be far stronger, most unwelcomingly so. Understand, also, that many medicines become poisons if taken in too large an amount. Opium is no different. If you lose track and drink too many cups on accident, you will find yourself dreaming while still awake. If so... Slow down and skip your next dosage. You will not be an effective soldier under those circumstances and can become a liability. Find a way to excuse yourself, if necessary.\" \n\nUmeo paused for a moment and watched the Ikoma's face. There had already been a lot to take in. \"In dire cases, you could have difficulty breathing. No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how hard the muscles in your chest strain... The air will not come. Your lips will turn blue and your world dark as your spirit loses its hold on your form and simply slips into Meido. If you notice it early enough, you might hold back the darkness by alerting someone you trust, preferably a healer, to watch you. Prepare an offensively strong tea and consume it while you wait for the fortunes to decide your fate. It should be prepared so thick as to be accurately compared to green mud. The flavor will punish your hubris, and the energy therein may lend your breath enough life to keep you. The danger should strike or pass by the next day.\"\n\nWith this said, their meeting was nearing its natural conclusion. Umeo would see to the arrangements discreetly, and Ikoma Miho would be free to continue her duties without the weight of her injury impeding her. \"Is there anything else you wish to discuss, Ikoma-sama? I am at your service, and your confidence is paramount in this matter.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "She was quite to see him immediately produce the satchel from his clothes- did he always have some on him? - but kept her face carefully impassive, and listened to his instructions with intense focus. His words only intensified her disgust for the substance: though she didn't know its technicalities, she had seen Lion ashigaru consume it, seeking relief from the ghosts of past battles: she always made sure of punishing severely such indulgence, for their own good. Another sin of the Scorpion; it was no secret how little of the poppies around the town were actually meant for medicine. She would never become like one of those weak men, she was sure, but his explanation still formed a lump in her throat, as she stared grimly at the pouch in her palm. You won't be my end. She promised silently to the wicked dust.\n\n\"One last thing, Yasuki-san, then I shall stop abusing of your time. You said the effects of opium will weaken in time: is there no end to this process? I am afraid this wound shall accompany me for this entire life. Will i slowly need more and more medicine just to be able to operate normally? That would seem like a path that only leads to the grave.\" Perhaps she could take it sparingly, if that was the case, like before a field battle. But maybe it would just be better to do without it at all: she had done so for years, perhaps this was just her getting soft. But it would not be wise to take strong decisions without first hearing the expert's opinion.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo regarded Ikoma Miho's concerns with a thoughtful expression. He understood the gravity of the matter and the fears she held. \"Your concerns are valid, Ikoma-sama. There will be a strong initial drop-off, which stabilizes for most patients. The time and amount required will vary based on several factors, primarily your discipline and the wound itself.\" \n\nThe merchant patron takes a moment to look at the Lion before continuing, \"I do not doubt the power of your discipline, but without more intimate knowledge of your injuries- how they did or did not heal, and whether they are worsening over time... I cannot begin to give you an estimate. It will be easiest to start as I describe for now and monitor your condition as time passes. Depending on how much discretion you require, you may consult your clan's healers, or I may be able to follow up on your progress personally.\"\n\nHe took a sip of his tea before continuing. \" Your experience will also vary depending on your discipline in following the prescribed usage. Your face tells me that you would rather walk out of here empty-handed. That is a good sign. Maintain that disdain and the discipline only to utilize the medicine when you need the relief... Not when you want it.\"\n.\n\nHe leaned forward slightly, setting his cup down and steepling his fingers. The details of commerce were better left to servants and lords to suss out, or at least that is the typical opinion. While the Yasuki have long considered that to be a preposterous tradition, they are not unaware of it. \"Now to the unseemly part, I am afraid. As I have mentioned already, I am not a pharmacist. I manage multiple trade routes representing Crab interests. If I had handled this part of the deal with the Ambassador, I would have arranged for a portion to be delivered to the Lion Embassy for the healers to utilize. The deal would have resulted in me being able to procure more rice. That rice would have fed my cousins on the Wall. Every day those cousins get to eat is another day spent fighting back the darkness. It is a duty that I take very seriously, as unseemly as it may be.\"\n\n\"You came here seeking discretion, however. This arrangement will be but a small matter to me. So, I ask only a single gift in return.\" Here, the merchant's voice deepened and became a bit thicker. \"I need a sparring partner... Who understands. I was no bushi, but I once fairly represented my clan. I was fierce before the shipwreck. I do not seek to learn the secret techniques of the Lion dojos... No, I seek someone who will see me struggling to hold a blade and spare me their pity. I need to train with someone with patience and understanding... Who isn't afraid to strike a crippled man. In exchange for the gift of your time, Ikoma-sama, I will take away your pain and no one will ever have to know.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "She held back a scowl from further clouding her expression. Apparently, even the Crab had no other advice but to pay attention- perhaps it was really time she visited a proper healer. She did have her wound assessed by a professional, but that was years ago, the very day that she had collected it. It would be wise to check if it had developed any complications... Efficiency over pride. She reminded herself. She would not be so foolish as to ignore her own body. Her clansmen were trustworthy samurai, surely they would use the same discretion of the Yasuki in treating her weakness. She just had to make the first step.\n\nShe pulled out of her meditations to listen to the \"Unseemly part\", in his own words. She was prepared. When coming in here, she had essentially exposed herself to paying whatever price the Yasuki would have asked for, provided it was within her reach. Hopefully, it would just be money, but there was the chance Umeo might ask for something trickier, like a favour-and it just felt like it was going down that route from his premise. But then he gave his answer.\n\nFor a moment, the angles of her mouth threatened to turn upwards; not only the Yasuki wasn't searching for a leverage on her, but he was offering yet another chance to train. The Fortunes were too generous. \"It would be my honor, Yasuki-san. I promise to treat you with the same discretion and respect you showed me.\" From one cripple to another. This quip was way too inappropriate to be said outwards, but she still spelled it in her mind.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo's eyes met Ikoma Miho's, and an unspoken understanding passed between them in that moment. \"Your words honor me, Ikoma-sama. I will make the necessary arrangements for the medicine to be prepared.\" His voice carried a note of genuine gratitude, tinged with relief now that the moment of potential vulnerability had passed. He carefully folded his hands together, the gesture a subtle echo of the meticulousness that defined him. \"I look forward to our training sessions with great anticipation. It has been too long.\"\n\nHe paused, allowing the weight of their agreement to settle in the room, like the final notes of a well-played biwa resonating in the air. Umeo's attention shifted momentarily to the window, where the sky was a tapestry of grays and blues, a harbinger of the coming evening. The weather seemed to mirror the complexities of their conversation—clouds of uncertainty giving way to the clarity of mutual understanding. \"As for that, we can begin as soon as you find it convenient. I tend to be most available in the evenings. You may send a message to the embassy when you have determined a time and location to your liking.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "She nodded her head. \"A fortunate coincidence: I also tend to be more free in the evenings. I shall take your schedule in consideration and take care in finding the right place and time. Until then... Take care.\" \n\nShe bowed deeply, and started making her way out. As she did so, her eyes casually fell over her injured hand. This was a risk for her reputation, a possible slippery slope towards addition, and overall an unsavory affair... But it would be nice to feel all of herself again.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The Crab Auditor returned the nod, \"Of course, Ikoma-sama. The servants shall see you out.\" Umeo watched the soldier as she left his office and then returned to his tea and his thoughts. His cost was to be a sparring partner, then... Such an impulse was unlike him, but it was true that he needed to get back into fighting shape. The merchant might lean on being a courtier to allow yojimbo to duel on his behalf... But bandits, smugglers, and the other little problems that might plague the Crab would do him no such courtesy. \n\n\"Yes,\" Umeo muttered into his teacup long after the room had emptied, \"It is time to forge this broken body back into a Crab.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	330.5	5,206
356.857143	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The Crab Embassy's Gardens in Ryoko Owari were a well-maintained oasis. The wooden beams of the arched entrance were hewn to perfection, showcasing the practicality and determination of the Crab. Honeysuckle vines clung to the beams, filling the air with their sweet fragrance, while the scent of wood smoke followed behind Umeo as he strolled through the peaceful grounds. \n\nThe garden itself was a harmonious blend of greenery and stone. Precisely trimmed bushes and trees, a testament to Hida Hikari's dedication to her new role as a diplomat as she created a sense of order and balance. The gravel paths had been meticulously raked into intricate patterns since she arrived. It was here, amidst this tranquil yet vibrant setting, that Yasuki Umeo stumbled across Hida Hikari. Her towering presence was impossible to miss, her muscular form a striking contrast to the serene garden. Yet, a subtle grace and charisma shone through her imposing exterior.\n\nUmeo paused for a moment, admiring the effort that Hikari had put into her arrangements. It was a side of the formidable warrior that not many had the privilege to see. The way she tended to these plants with precision and care was a reflection of her determination to adapt to her new diplomatic role. Her kimonos, custom-tailored to her size, lent an unexpected elegance to her presence in the garden.\n\nApproaching with measured steps, Yasuki Umeo acknowledged her in his characteristically balanced tone, a blend of formality and camaraderie. \"Hida Hikari, it is a pleasure to find you in your element,\" He began, his voice carrying depth and gravitas. He recognized the strength it took to make the shift from the battlefield to the court. The Auditor continued, \"How have you found your journey from the frontlines to the intricacies of court life?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "sarafuda", "message": "Hida Hikari stood amidst the carefully nurtured foliage, her earth-toned eyes taking in the details of the garden she had come to love. It was a question she had considered many times since her transition from the brutal battlefields to the delicate dance of diplomacy.\n\nHer strong fingers brushed over the leaves of a bonsai tree, a living sculpture that mirrored her own journey: scarred but resilient, shaped by both the savagery of war and the tender care of transformation. She glanced at Umeo, a fellow Crab whose path had also taken him from the harsh reality of the battlefield to the nuanced world of negotiation and alliances.\n\n\"The journey has been like pruning a bonsai, Yasuki-san,\" Hida Hikari began, her voice a blend of reflection and candor. \"Each cut was deliberate, representing sacrifices made, old habits shed, and a pursuit of growth in a new direction. Just as this tree flourishes with careful cuts, I've sought to channel my energies into a different form.\"\n\nShe turned, her brows drawing as she faced him, her words carrying the weight of her trials and triumphs. \"The court is a battleground of words and gestures. One forges their alliances and friendships with the precision of a warrior's strike. Truthfully, diplomacy doesn't come as naturally to me as the tetsubo. This garden has been my sanctuary, a place to collect my thoughts and adapt to this new role. It nurtures me, just as I care for these beauties.\" She pulled a dead leaf off a nearby shrub.\n\nHer gaze swept across the garden, her love for it evident. \"Resilience and tenacity serve me well in any endeavor, whether on the battlefield or within the intricacies of court life. The same spirit fuels both, driving me forward.\"\n\nAs she spoke, the wind picked up, carrying the scent of blossoms and the distant promise of rain. It was a reminder that even in this peaceful garden, there were echoes of the elements she was so familiar with—nature's way of keeping her grounded, no matter where her path led." }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo's keen observation was unwavering as Hida Hikari spoke on her transition from the battlefield to the court. Her words unveiled the story of her transformation from battlefield warrior to court diplomat like the layers of an intricate scroll. The bonsai metaphor was especially poignant, each moment of destruction becoming a moment of wistful creation. She conveyed the court's nature accurately without overt explanations. It was a battleground where alliances were shaped with precision, and friendships were like carefully aimed strikes. Hikari's quiet acknowledgment of the diplomatic challenges she faced spoke volumes. Umeo, a man who appreciated nuance, respected the depth of her introspection.\n\nHe noted the sincerity in her words and her willingness to acknowledge the challenges she faced in adapting. This sanctuary in the garden was perfect for her. It was a place where she could find solace and strength while adapting to her new duties. His voice was a steady and respectful presence as they spoke. The breeze, carrying the fragrant promise of rain and the delicate scent of blossoms, added a poetic touch to the moment. \"The beauty here is a testament to your unwavering commitment to thrive in this new form, Hida-sama. We are blessed to have you with us. At the very least, these plants surely appreciate your efforts.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "sarafuda", "message": "Hikari nodded in acknowledgement of Umeo's compliment. Yes, the plants certainly appreciated her; it had only been a couple of weeks since she arrived and already she could see her intentions taking shape in their forms. She exhaled with satisfaction, running her eyes over the contours of the hedge she'd shaped first after arriving. New growth sprung forth from the nodes just beneath where she had carefully cut. \n\nGardening, however, was a diversion. The new courtier needed to get her bearing in her assigned role and learn to tend her alliances like the plants in the garden, shaping them to her intent over time. She would start by getting closer to her known allies, her colleagues in the city's Crab delegation.\n\n\"Thank you, Umeo-sama. I, too, am blessed to have arrived in such good company.\" She smiled sincerely. Umeo was a competent young man who had seen serious challenges— this was written clearly upon his face, as well as in the briefing she'd been given prior to her arrival— and persisted to see considerable success in his career. He was someone to watch, and indeed, someone to come to for information and guidance in Hikari's new professional setting. \n\n\"And how have you fared since your arrival here, Umeo-sama? Have the tradewinds blown in our favor? What are your goals here now?\"" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The play of sunlight and shadow dappled the ground, creating a canvas of light and darkness. Umeo found in Hikari a kindred spirit. Both had the unique burden and privilege of transitioning from one world to another—Hikari from warrior to diplomat and Umeo from the rigors of fieldwork to the intricate nuances of court diplomacy.\n\n\"As the tides ebb and flow, so do the fortunes of trade, Hida-sama,\" Umeo responded, his voice rich with meaning. \"I find that the currents have been largely favorable. The merchants of Ryoko Owari have found the quality of our Crab clan's goods to be to their liking. We would certainly benefit from a more stable Ryoko Owari and more control of the business environment here in the city. We have already had a few minor issues since I arrived, but I intend to ensure our supplies continue to reach home unmolested.\"\n\nHe paused, taking in the meticulously cared-for garden around them. \"The intricate paths you've created in this garden mirror my own endeavors in the city. Trade routes are well and good to have, but alliances and partnerships must be carefully cultivated. Just as you have nurtured these plants, I've endeavored to grow mutually beneficial relationships. The alliances we forge now will pay dividends in the times of scarcity and strife.\"\n\nUmeo let the magnitude of their duties sink in. He allowed his attention to drift momentarily towards a nearby pond, its placid surface reflecting the garden's harmony. \"While I continue to oversee our trade routes and ensure their unimpeded flow, my immediate focus is strengthening our existing alliances, building potential in other clans, and attempting to calm old enmities.\"\n.\n\nA servant silently approached as he spoke, carrying a tray adorned with steaming cups of matcha tea. With a subtle nod from Umeo, the servant carefully set the tray on a stone table situated conveniently between them.\n\n\"While gold and goods are the lifeblood of commerce, the essence of our task here goes beyond mere transactions,\" Umeo continued, his fingers lightly grasping the handle of a cup, raising it in a gesture of salutation before taking a careful sip. \"It's about building bridges, not just for ourselves but for future generations.\"\n\nLowering the cup back onto the tray, he met Hikari's gaze once more. \"That said, our immediate tasks are many and varied. From addressing supply chain disruptions due to skirmishes with bandits to negotiating favorable trade tariffs, each day presents new challenges.\"\n\nHe looked around the garden, his eyes lingering on the bonsai that Hikari had so thoughtfully compared to her own transformative journey. \"But like you, Hida-sama, I find sanctuary and clarity in the quiet places... Like the embassy gardens.\"\n\nHis eyes met hers again, steady and resolute. \"To answer your question more succinctly, I am faring well enough, navigating the ever-shifting tides. And my goals? To ensure the Crab clan not only survive but thrive.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "sarafuda", "message": "Hikari nodded thoughtfully at Umeo's reminder that they worked here in Ryoko Owari for the sake of future Crab generations. Working to help the Crab's long-term aims was working to protect the rest of Rokugan, helping to throw the never-ending battle against the monsters of the Shadowlands a little more in the favor of humankind. It was paramount that the Crab maintain a strong offense- the horrors beyond the wall needed to stay there, and they would not without the constant sacrifice of her many clansmen. \n\nHere in the city, the sacrifices made were likely to be economic in nature, as her predecessors' experiences demonstrated. A trade deal may, for instance, result in short-term loss in exchange for helping to foster a relationship that leads to more reliable access to supplies in the future. The subtle bargains made here had less obvious winners than the trade of a Crab life for the lives and livelihoods of all these soft, long-lived, Cultivated Folk.\n\nAs she considered his thoughtful remarks, Hikari, while still evidently listening, bent to move a large ceramic pot half-full of soil onto a stone bench nearby. She picked up a somewhat smaller pot planted with a carefully shaped shrub and overturned it, holding the shrub cradled in her arm, one hand wrapped tightly around the base, the other grasping the pot and rocking it to release it from the roots' grasp. The thick white roots she exposed were tightly wound.\n\n\"Yasuki-sama, will you please help me for a moment?\" While she asked the question politely enough, she clearly expected him to comply, making eye contact as she held the shrub out expectantly. \"You can hold it by this middle part; I need to unwind these roots. They need us to help them stretch out so they can grow to fill their new pot.\"" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "\"Absolutely, Hida-sama.\" Umeo stepped forward, his movements deliberate and respectful of the living entity Hida Hikari entrusted to his care. His silk kimono swished neatly as he moved. He reached out and weathered hands carefully cradled the middle of the shrub as she had instructed. The earthy scent of freshly disturbed soil was as pleasant as it was encompassing. His eyes, sharp and discerning, watched as the giant's hands worked with a warrior's precision.\n\n\"That seems like a much larger pot. Do you think the little plant is ready for such a sizeable increase?\"" } ]	380	2,498
326	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The Karo's office was neither opulent nor inefficient. The walls held large maps of Crab lands and the Empire, tracing trade routes and noting regional dangers. His desk was made from a wood that was so dark that it was almost black. Its expansive desktop held trade reports, invoices, petitions, and notes. The room was immaculately arranged, every item placed with deliberate precision. The wall hangings and furniture were perfectly symmetrical, and his documents were arranged neurotically neatly. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, a hazy memory of dried honeysuckles and wood smoke. \n\nYasuki Umeo sat in the privacy of this room and prepared for Hida Hojatsu's arrival. The bureaucrat meticulously reviewed his notes as he waited, ensuring he was fully prepared for the meeting. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and strategies, pondering the best approach to engage with the seasoned veteran. Umeo's focus was occasionally broken by his compulsion to adjust the already perfectly aligned objects on his desk. \n\nThe sound of footsteps approached. Umeo looked up, expecting Hojatsu's arrival. However, a servant was entering to offer a fresh pot of tea. Umeo inspected the tea set and ensured it was placed precisely in the center of the table, the cups equidistant from each other. The servant left, and Umeo returned to his preparations. As the time of his guest's arrival drew near, Umeo took a deep breath and centered himself. He was ready to welcome Hojatsu and introduce him to his upcoming duties. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "dakka_7733", "message": "Hida Hojatsu, new arrival to Ryoko Owari Toshi, arrived at the Crab Embassy for an audience with a Yasuki by the name of Umeo. The... Cosmopolitan city brought a host of new trials, different to those that could be found at the Carpenter's Wall, diplomatic meetings included, though what he honestly disliked the most was the eclectic and clashing smells of the city, the opium, the faint whiff of leather, fish, and the smell of heimin toil permeated most of the streets; even now, as he entered the Embassy, there was the faint, spectral odour in the back of his nose that he couldn't shake. Being alone with another Crab, Hojatsu had no stray thoughts, and few questions, it would all surely be a straightforward matter, he repeated like a mantra; so much so that he even believed it. He arrived at the Embassy, presenting his personal chop to the guards, left his tetsubo at the door, and set off for Umeo's office under the guidance of a servant.\n\nAs he approached the office, his approach was evident, the creaking of the floorboards under his weight loud. The servant opened the shoji screen, and Hojatsu stepped through, before bowing to Umeo, his armour little impediment to the manoeuvre, the shoji screen being slid shut behind him. \"Yasuki-san. I am Hida Hojatsu, I am answering your summons.\"" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo rose to his feet with effort, leaning heavily on a walking stick that he used as a crutch. He returned Hida Hojatsu's bow with equal respect, his eyes briefly but comprehensively assessing the newcomer. \"Hida Hojatsu-san, welcome to Ryoko Owari Toshi,\" Umeo began, his voice steady and welcoming. \"Your presence here is most timely. Please, take a seat.\"\n\nGesturing to a cushion opposite his desk, Umeo waited for Hojatsu to be seated before he resumed his position. His office was meticulous to the point of neurosis. Furniture and objects throughout the room were symmetrical and evenly spaced. However, Umeo's attention was solely on the mighty magistrate.\n\n\"As you may be aware, I am the Ambassador's assistant and manage and direct our resources and activities in the city when he is otherwise engaged. My expertise lies in ensuring that there are sufficient resources for our people to receive the supplies they need and monitoring those trade routes to ensure no problems crop up. I worked as an Auditor and problem solver for several years before being stationed here. \"\n\n\"Ryoko Owari is unlike any place on the Wall. Here, battles are often fought in the shadows. Venomous snakes use words as weapons and secrets as shields. You will find adversaries in unexpected places, but you will find surprising allies, too.\" Umeo paused, allowing his words to sink in. The faint scent of incense stood silent witness to the gravity of their conversation. \n\n\"Our role in the city has been one of Neutrality, though we have tried to make it a point to accept offers of camaraderie. It is our goal to remain known as the reliable and tenacious Crab. To that end, your duties here will encompass a wide range of responsibilities,\" Umeo continued, his hands clasped together on the desk, the perfectly aligned documents untouched for the moment. \n\n\"Your role as the Crab Magistrate will not only be to ensure peace among our own but to act with the discernment and resolve for which the Hida are renowned.\" Umeo's expression softened slightly. He reached for the pot of tea, pouring two cups with deliberate care, the tea's steam curling into the air between them. \"To be clear, I do not doubt your capabilities, Hida Hojatsu-san. You already have a reputation for being unswayable and unrelenting. Nothing can tempt you to dereliction or dishonor, which will be invaluable here. You will also have me here to assist in your transition and ensure you have the support you need.\" \n\n\"Now, let us discuss your immediate priorities and how best you can begin your work here in Ryoko Owari.\" His tone invited conversation as he offered a cup to Hojatsu. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "dakka_7733", "message": "Hida Hojatsu nodded his assent, before bowing his head once more. \"I lack your foresight, Yasuki-San.\" Hojatsu began as he took his seat on the cushion. Hojatsu's attention was likewise on Umeo, though out of attentive politeness, more than anything. Had he taken stock of the strange precision with which everything was placed, he would have found it... Rather Crane-like.\nListening to Umeo's words, he believed he understood what was being asked of him. \n\n \"I see, you are not a man to rest idly on your laurels, I myself spent a great deal of time with the Kuni, rooting out those infected with the taint for several years, before my reassignment here, if all places. Curious, to say the least. This is my fear also, Yasuki Umeo-San, the foe I cannot defeat with my tetsubo or daisho alone. I fail to see what kind of allies I could find, save a fellow veteran from the wall, but I shall endeavour to do as you say, and complete whatever such tasks you lay before me. Though I am a man with some talent with rooting out the heart of certain matters, I am first and foremost, a Bushi. The city of lies rarely finds need for my kind, though I see now that it is not these qualities you seek in me. You are asking me to be as I have ever been, and do as I have ever done, in the face of the vice and corruption permeating this city. In this, I will fail neither you, nor the clan, Yasuki Umeo-San.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo's face was thin for a Crab and he was short for one, too. Big by most of Rokugan's standards, sure, but Hojatsu knew why. Seven hundred years had passed, but Lady Doji and Kakita's delicate features and lithe forms still influenced the Yasuki family. It had been around ten years since his Gempukku, and the muscled samurai had earned his share of scars now, but he was still in danger of being called Pretty. \n\nA shadow of a grin tugged at the bureaucrat's mouth. This Hida may have missed his calling as a courtier. \"Astutely observed and well put, Hida-san. Your knowledge of the workings of the law, the alacrity of your sword arm, and your unfailing endurance are only the beginning of what qualifies you for this position. In fact, we would have called for someone else if that were all you had to offer.\" Umeo's kimono rustled as he took the first drink of his tea. The garment was stitched from plain navy blue silks and unadorned except for the clan and family mons embroidered in delicate silver threads. \n\n\"But you Are More than a Bushi... And in this city, you will have the opportunity to prove it. I am currently lining up several loose threads that need to be followed up on and I know that the Ambassador had a recent meeting involving the possibility of future supernatural threats. While I get full action reports for each of those plans, I want you to meet with the magistrates that the other clans have fielded in the city. I have only met two of them personally, Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto-san from the Scorpion and Moshi Kana-san from the Mantis.\" \n\n\"The Bayushi asserts himself well enough in the field but is awful at tactical planning. Having seen how well the man plans when his life is on the line, you should make sure that he is not the one planning when Your Life is on the line. On the other hand, The Mantis is observant, efficient, and pragmatic. She embraces Compassion as the important facet of Bushido that it is, but does not let it rule her decision-making. It is likely that you will be coordinating with both of them extensively during your time here, so I will set up a meeting for you to be introduced to the two of them first.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "dakka_7733", "message": "Hida Hojatsu thought little of the man's grin, he had humour, and that wasn't something he was against, but he was having trouble seeing the joke himself. He listened to the listing of his qualities, of legal knowledge, skill at arms, and unyielding endurance... Truth be told, there were probably many Kuni who could have matched such credentials. After seeing Umeo take his first sip of tea, Hojatsu figured it would now be polite to drink from his own cup, and did so, not with as much grace as perhaps he should have, but simply picking it up and taking a sip to quench his thirst. He waited patiently for... Elaboration, for surely his position had not been the luck of the draw, the way Umeo was talking about it.\n\nHe was indeed more than a Bushi, but a Bushi was what he was the best at being, and it was behind the stalwart mask of his face that he hid his reservations. \"Supernatural threats, my Tetsubo is ready for, but loose threads... I will need information before I can act. I will, of course, meet with other Magistrates and cooperate to the best of my abilities, be they Mantis, Scoprion, or otherwise.\"\n\n\"So... A Bayushi who would make a better Yoriki than a Magistrate, and a Moshi who places getting the investigation done above moral concerns. I believe I will get along well with the Moshi, and the Bayushi, I can work with, if I do not have to rely on his plans. Thank you, yasuki Umeo-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "\"Excellent. I will send the necessary messages to arrange an introduction,\" The Karo refilled the pragmatic Magistrate's cup before continuing.\n\n\"If you do not yet know where Benten's Tea Garden is, you would do well to locate it. In Daikoku's Shadow, it is one of the Yasuki Family's oldest holdings in the city. It's a place away from the embassy where a Crab can arrange meetings with a modicum of security.\" \n\n\"Yasuki Rei-sama does a good job curating menus and creating spaces where her clients feel comfortable, while Nobuto-san keeps the staff well in-line. The upper story holds discreet lodgings and most of the noteworthy Yasuki with long term posts in the city keep their residences there.\"\n\nUmeo finished his own tea in a final gulp, \"I will arrange for the meeting to be there tomorrow morning, before lunch. Unless you need anything further, or have questions of your own, you are dismissed.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "dakka_7733", "message": "It was quite fortuitous that Hojatsu had visited the gardens a few days prior; though he had not spoken privately with Yasuki Rei, knowing her only as a host. He got the sense she was overworked quite often, between the Tea Ceremonies and the senior Yasuki who held residence there.\nThe Magistrate bowed his head ever so slightly as Umeo refilled his teacup, before speaking. \"I know it, Yasuki-san, I attended a Tea Ceremony hosted by Yasuki Rei-san there, not a few days past. It is a nice enough establishment, a little indefensible, but we are hardly at the Carpenter's Wall... More of a viper's nest, perhaps.\" The Clan Magistrate answered honestly, before finishing his own tea in a single swallow.\n\n\"As you say, Yasuki-san, I have no further questions at this time.\" He answered simply, no questions springing immediately to his mind. Gently placing the cup back down, Hojatsu rose to his feet and, giving the Yasuki a moderately low bow, turned and marched from the office.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The Karo returned the bow, watching as the muscular bushi made his way out of the office. After the Magistrate left, he poured another glass of tea and began drafting a pair of letters. Too much time had been allowed to pass. Loose thread didn't tie themselves. The courtiers were making progress with the other plans, but it was time for real Crab Strength to arrive. \n\n\|\|" } ]	331	2,934
176.375	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "trilsai", "message": "The now-familiar second Unicorn arrived outside the Crab embassy one cloudy afternoon, enrobed in a golden-stitched kimono of purple silk. In one hand he carried a deep blue envelope and in the other a long, narrow box that looked fit to hold bolts for an o-yumi.\nKenza waited by the entryway until he spotted Hoshiko and offered a polite dip of the head.\n\n\"Good day. I'd like to speak to the Ambassador, if he has a moment to spare, please.\" He requested in his usual soft voice. A close look might notice a little shadow painted beneath his eyes and slight upward curls at the outer corners. The scent of jasmine mingled around as he walked and his robes were edged with white-sable fur around the shoulders, likely wolf pelt. Any Crab samurai that passed were offered a proper bow, though he seemed content to wait for Koyama - or perhaps one of his siblings." }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Hoshiko greeted Kenza with a bow and smile as always. \"I'll see if he has a moment, Ide-sama.\" The older woman says with a faint smile. She makes a point not to look directly at him as she straightens and makes her way to the ambassadors office. The Reception area feels quieter than usual until Hoshiko returns. \n\n\"Hida-sama will see you now. This way.\" She says, leading Kenza back to the office. Outside the office the screen is already opened and Koyama is sitting behind his desk. As He hears Hoshiko coming down the Hall, He calls out to her. \n\n\"Send him in, Oba-san.\" \n\nThe elderly woman smiles a half-smile and bows before scurrying back down the hall.\n\nThe air was unsually tense and Koyama sat more rigid than susal. He desk was also noticably neater with Sake poured.\n\n\"Come in, Kenza-san.\" Rumbled Koyama.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trilsai", "message": "Kenza seemed content to see a now-familiar face and dipped his head respectfully in turn, then followed her to the office. The trader almost immediately seemed to notice the tension in the air and the sake was already out. He approached to offer a proper bow, as was his habit.\n\n\"Good day, Koyama-sama. I have something small for you, but you may wish to open it sooner rather than later.\"\n\nHe remained bowed to present the gift with both hands. The rectangular box jostled a little and smelled faintly of salted meat, though it has been wrapped first in waxed paper and then in deep blue wrapping. He would offer it up to three times before he straightened up and would have taken a seat if invited. \n\n\"I bring some good news, but are there matters that must first be discussed?\" He asked with what sounded like sincereity and his calm expression had shifted to one of some concern. The tone, too, moved to something more considerate and less informal.\n\n\|\|Inside the box - cured beef jerky from, the Unicorn homelands wrapped in more wax paper, with a little note advising whomever opens it that the meat is red but carefully prepared. There's also a pair of dark mahogany chopsticks inside to handle the cut and dried meat, wrapped in golden paper and decorated at their top ends with small black engravings of koi carp and night heron." }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama proceeds with the etiquette of refusal and accepts on Kenza's third attempt and bowing to the young man. He heard the concern in Kenza's voice and he felt a lump beginning to form in his throat. Koyama took a deep breath and steeled his resolve before answering the man. \n\n\"I'd rather your good news be heard first. Bad news has a tendency to spoil good news while good news rarely changes the bad. What news do you have for me, Kenza-san?\" He said, looking back towards the gift so recently received.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trilsai", "message": "For now Kenza managed to stride the line between composed and attentive well enough. The suggestion that bad news was imminent had been received without comment nor strong reaction.\n\n\"My bazaar will soon arrive and setup just beyond the city gates. I've come to offer you and your kin an invitation as both guests and participants. The Yasuki will ever have a place with us, as will anyone else that wishes to enjoy the Ide hospitality. Space enough for traders to setup stalls and for Samurai to relax and enjoy the culture of the Unicorn.\"\n\nSuio bowed his head and offered the envelope with both hands. Once he rose again the man seemed content to hear Koyama, a patient look about him - though there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his body language.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama rested his hand upon the box his gift game in and the letter that he received. \n\n\"Thank you.\" Koyama started, feeling something between shame and annoyance at his own internal turmoil. It was his responsibility after all and upsetting Yasuko already gutted him already. He knew what what needed to be done.\n\n\"Your invitation is graciously accepted... I wish to speak plainly for a moment, Kenza-san. I do not wish for this to stand on any more formality than necessary. It is about Yasuko. We should talk about the arrangement you had with him.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trilsai", "message": "There was a moment between Koyama speaking and Kenza responding during which the trader inhaled slowly through his nose and his eyes rolled shut, though Koyama may have noticed them cast downward as they closed.\n\n\"It seems they are undone.\"\n\nThe trader managed to flatten his expression, though the courtly sternness he last dispalyed at the governor's residence had returned. Kenza didn't smile nor frown. The softness in his voice remained, as it seemed natural, though it was plain to see he was hurt by the implication of the suggestion.\n\n\"As we're speaking plainly, Hida-sama, I respect you and would like to hear what you have to say regarding it.\"\n\nThat Kenza would likely have to sign future marriage arrangements between their Clans he didn't have to state, but the thought of it reminded him of the scar across his shoulder. It stinged.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"You are correct and truthfully, I do not wish to see you suffer. You have made my brother happy and I am grateful. However the deeds of your brethren cannot be so unpunished. While I do not expect any of that to be any fault of yours, as Representative of my Clan's dealings here, many of the Crab's agreements between the Unicorn and Scorpion needed to be anulled or amended.\" Koyama said with a resolute coldness that left a pitted feeling in his stomach and bile rise in his throat. While he did what needed to be done and said the correct things, the awful truth still threatened to try and undo him. He looked Kenza plainly in his face.\n\n\"I am sorry.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	167	1,411
338.428571	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe's room at the top of the Embassy Barracks, nestled on the other side of the two floors full of overly muscled Crab Bushi, was about two or three rooms worth of space. The morning light fought its way through narrow windows with angled sills. The scattered beams of pale spring light fell on stacks of scrolls and tomes, some open and others tightly rolled. They were in precarious piles, their contents spanning from anatomy to botany to detailed notes on fermentation and Other Experiments. The air was thick with the scent of herbs, ink, and food-grade decay. \n\nIn one corner were flasks, beakers, and alembics of various sizes. They were all connected by a network of tubing, an intricate situation that bubbled and hissed softly. Dried herbs, some rare and others common, were neatly labeled in containers, forming an orderly line against the base of one wall. Shelves would be needed but had yet to be installed. Beside them, Kobe's cot seemed almost an afterthought, a mere necessity in a room dedicated to higher pursuits.\n\nKobe's robes were replaced by a more practical outfit suitable for his work, which bore minor stains and the marks of his labor. His face, painted with his usual pattern, was tight with focus. The curving black lines that outlined his features and exaggerated his expressions made his Serious look Almost clownish. His hands moved deftly, measuring, mixing, and observing with the keen eye of one who sought to answer the riddles of the elements. He scribbled notes on parchment, his handwriting a mix of careful script and hasty scrawl as ideas and observations came to him. The room was silent except for the occasional clink of glass and the gentle bubbling of the distillation process. \n\nPerched atop a stack of books, Akuma-Kun, the Devil Bird, watched Kobe's work with its unnerving red eyes. The large raven-like bird was in a good mood today, occasionally echoing the Kuni's mutterings and soft hums with its eerie mimicry. Its dull red eyes stood out against its shaggy black feathers... And one might be tempted to believe that they glowed with their own light. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto had thought hard about the purpose of her day when she dressed for it. She chose to keep the drab brown work clothes she was most often found in, though she did pull her hair back into a neat and clean knot. The fine green silk with the grey Dragon on the back clashed horribly with her dress. It matched wonderfully with the grey and green wakizashi she slipped into her belt. A quick look around and she stuffed some last minute additions into her shirt.\n\nArriving at the Crab Embassy earned her some looks. Being used to the strange looks she got for her looks and behavior, she paid them no mind. She announced herself at the gate, earning herself even weirder looks. She stared innocently. They sent a servant to announce her, making her wait until they had returned with confirmation. Kokuto was the very image of calm patience. Getting that confirmation many minutes later, she bowed low to the guardians of the gate and passed beneath with calm acceptance.\n\nShe observed the path they took her through with mild interest and arrived in short order to a door. Apparently they took her through a quiet and rather direct route. The servant stood there while she knocked; she assumed waiting to make sure she did not wander and get Lost. She made sure to hide the smile from them. \"Kuni-sama, it be Agasha Kokuto. Might I cometh inside?\" She waited for a response before sliding the door open, gave a slight bow to the servant, and stepped inside.\n\nIt instantly reminded her of her own workroom, just without the maze of herbal cabinets. The same casual mix of meticulous organization and disordered chaos, how the sleeping arrangements were of the least concern to the occupant, the same in-process state of experiments bubbling innocuously. It even smelled similarly, though Kokuto never sullied her rooms with forgotten food. She disregarded that a big part of that was Kota's near constant chivvying at her to eat, then coming in to make sure she Had Eaten and not just forgotten about it. Again.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "\"Agasha-sama! Welcome!\" Kobe greeted her with an eager bow. As Agasha Kokuto stepped into his workshop, his usually sorta high-pitched voice dropped and he affected a 'spooky' voice. \"Behold, the private laboratory of the dark and mysterious Kuni! What horrors might await... Ha... Hahaha.\" Incapable of maintaining the jest, he broke into laughter. \"Thanks for visiting! Come on, I have so much to show you!\"\n\nKobe did not move slowly as he led Kokuto through the workshop and pointed out his various projects. A beaker was clamped to a retort on a table surrounded by shavings of astragalus and willow bark and above a trio of candles. The liquid that swirled lazily inside the beaker was vibrant and opaque, almost like paint. His enthusiasm was infectious, his voice a mix of pride and excitement. \"Here, I've been exploring the properties of various herbs after being exposed to different elemental energies.\" \n\nThe large shaggy bird that haunted Kobe's workshop watched the pair attentively from its perch while the young researcher led the more experienced specialist through the different projects in his room. Much of Kobe's work could be described as throwing science at a wall to see what stuck. He picked up a small vial containing a softly glowing liquid as he walked by and held it up to the light, \"I'm not sure what this will do if I open it... But it seems stable enough. I haven't tried shaking it vigorously, though.\"\n\nSetting the vial down and moving on, Kobe gestured towards a curious setup of flasks and tubing, where a subtle bubbling sound could be heard. His Crab strength was on casual display when he lifted a glass jar about half his size from the floor and set it heavily on a nearby worktable. Several scrolls slid off of the opposite side as the New thing Jockeyed for space on the overloaded tabletop. \n\nWhile not vibrant or glowing, this one proved to be just as interesting. It held one of Kobe's fermenting rice mixtures. \"And this, this is one of my most exciting ventures— fermenting!\" His face lit up with a childlike glee. \"But it's more than just brewing sake, Agasha-sama... It's a journey into understanding one of the avenues of transformation.\" \n\n\"The type of rice, the purity of water, the particular koji, even the mood of the day— the spirits become one through the process... Each essence contributing, and each minor adjustment causing a cascade of repercussions.\" Kobe paused, his honeyed eyes shining excitedly, \"I've also been experimenting with fermenting other things—fruits, herbs, even flowers from the garden!\"\n\nAs if realizing he had only just said the barest of greetings before launching The tour, He paused and turned to face the Dragon Alchemist fully. With a sheepish smile and a hand behind his head, the boy asked, \"Umm... Would you care for a cup of tea, maybe?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto acted, poorly, the part of the scared know-nothing. She giggled and clapped her hands when he broke the act. Dark eyes shown in amusement and enthusiasm as she followed him about. \"Oh, an interesting choice of herbal mixture. Did you try henbane?\" She lagged behind quite a bit as she got distracted by an in-depth look at each display.\n\nThe glowing vial caught her attention. All through the rest of the tour, she kept an eye on it. It was driven from her mind for a moment as he lifted the giant glass jar. Her eyes sparkled as she made small exclamations of joy and wonder. \n\n\"Oh! The things that could be used with this! How strong can you be making it? Does the flavoring fermentation change the efficacy of the tincture results? OH! What about the discard?\"\n\nShe started rambling a touch about the possibilities of early infusions versus late infusions as she wandered a bit.\n\nAs Kobe turned his full attention to her, she produced the glowing potion with an intense stare. \"Only if we be needing tea to shake it,\" She said with an eager, low voice. She licked her lips in anticipation, \"You could be making more, right? Shall we learn what it does?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "\"Henbane! Oh, I haven't tried it yet, but that's a brilliant idea... One must be watchful of the doses, though. Don't want Another Accident,\" Kobe responded. His voice was brimming with eagerness. Gesturing towards the giant glass jug he had just placed on the table. \"Oh, the tastes and properties definitely affect things. The process definitely lives longer and grows stronger in the presence of sweetness. Every little adjustment has a wildly emphatic impact on the end result. Each batch is a new adventure, a dance of elements and essences!\"\n\nKobe's gaze followed Kokuto's to the glowing vial. \"I've been cautious with this one. It's the result of a rather... Unique combination of components. Rice Husks! That's where I started... Then there was quite a lot of testing to be done with my fermentation research... And then I don't Quite Remember what else went into coaxing the sleeping fire kami from several pounds of husks... But I had concentrated everything into this.\" \n\nKobe's tone carried a hint of cautious excitement. \"Recreating it isn't impossible. Through the Kami, all things are possible. ... Tea can wait.\" With a nod of agreement, Kobe reached for the vial, his hands steady despite the potential unknowns. \"Let's see what we learn! Research is about discovery, after all!\" He grinned, the painted lines on his face accentuating his enthusiasm. Kobe carefully picked up the vial, holding it up to observe the faintly glowing opalescence inside.\n\n\"Tea can wait. This is far too intriguing to pass up.\" He gave Kokuto a reassuring smile, his eyes reflecting both the thrill of discovery and a hint of caution. \"Alright, Agasha-sama, let's shake things up a bit and see what happens!\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "\"Accidents with hendbane tend to be ... Problematic,\" Kokuto mentioned with a gentle, almost nervous chuckle. She listened to Kobe explain the process of the oh-so-intriguing vial with nodding intensity. At getting his enthusiastic agreement, she stopped to think of the best ways to proceed. She looked at the little vial, \"It be small. Reaction can't be getting That Big.\"\n\nA glance around the room told her they might need to make some room. \"Shall this one be taking care of setting it up for shaking? While you be making room? Just in case,\" She suggested to him. She could see he already had suitable stands that would serve quite nicely. String would be easy enough to come by, though the little alchemist would happily sacrifice the hem of her dress to serve if there was none to be found.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe nodded, \"Absolutely, Senpai! Let me clear the space...\" The young lad moved enthusiastically around the workshop. He maneuvered around his equipment with the ease of a dancer. In no time, scrolls were neatly stacked to one side while flasks and beakers were carefully relocated to a sturdier shelf. He even paused to secure a particularly precarious pile of books.\n\nOnce he was satisfied with the space, Kobe returned to watch as Kokuto prepared the sample. \"I have some twine... Perhaps a counterweight? For stability,\" He offered. Kobe's hands hovered nearby, ready to assist.\n\nWith everything in place, Kobe took a protective stance, ensuring that they were both safe from any unforeseen reactions. \"Alright, Agasha-sama, whenever you're ready. Let's see what mysteries this little vial holds for us.\" His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his excitement. His eyes followed every movement, every subtle change in the vial's contents. He was ready to jot down Extensive Notes when this concluded.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "The little alchemist went about collecting the suitable bits to make a temporary suspension swing for the vial. She checked in with Kobe as they moved about the lab in the complicated dance of a work frenzy, asking about this or that or if he had anything for some purpose. \n\nWhen Kokuto was done, it was nothing pretty to look at, but the vial sat suspended between supports. She took the proffered twine and attached it to the vial with a Long Tail to where they would ostensibly watch in safety. She took a moment to offer a soft communion of prayer to the spirits of air with the hopes of receiving a gift of their fancy. They, of all the spirits, would delight in this \"Joke\" Played upon the inhabitants. For a brief moment, Kokuto wondered if it were wise to involve the spirits of air in what could happen. It passed, like a hummingbird flitting off to another flower filled with nectar.\n\n\"Ready?\" She asked him. As she received an affirmative, she pulled the twine with a sharp tug and with the help of the spirits sent the vial gyrating violently. She wondered what would come.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The air tingled with the scent of herbs, the soft rustling of scrolls, and the subtle hiss of the distillation process. The vial, suspended in its improvised swing, danced with the sudden pull. Kobe's amber eyes followed its every move, and the Devil Bird, Akuma-Kun, seemed to sense the impending spectacle. It shuffled on its perch, its own eyes ablaze with an uncanny glow. The young researcher, with the enthusiasm of a child at a festival, grinned ear to ear. \n\nAs the vial swung, the liquid inside seemed to pulse with an ethereal glow, casting fleeting shadows that danced across the walls. The substance only responded to sudden movement by glowing ever so slightly brighter for a few fleeting moments. Sustained shaking elicited Almost Enough light to read by, if the room had been appropriately dark. \n\nKobe's fingers twitched, eager to capture the moment in hurried notes. The boy reached out to a nearby table to grab a hunk of charcoal and a mostly blank scroll. He talked quietly to himself as he wrote, \"Husk Compound seventeen seems stable and continues to show minor luminescence. Intensity fluctuated with movement. The period of effectiveness is currently unknown, presumed limited.\" \n\nThe Devil Bird, perched nearby, let out an eerie caw. Then, in a woman's voice, the raven-like mimic bird said, \"Pass the sake, this night is long!\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Dark eyes glittered in awe as the vial lit up with a soft glow. Her shoulders dropped slightly as she relaxed from expecting rapid expansion or other equally dangerous results. She sighed softly, the corners of her lips turned up slightly. The soft sound of applause accompanied her words, \"Oh! A most delightful response! Was it being intended?\"\n\nKokuto looked at the workroom and the makeshift swing she had set up. \"This one will have a device sent. Or maybe the plans. Must think which would be more easy,\" She murmured the last to herself before continuing. \"The spinning of vials is the purpose. Most often for the separation of fluids, but it could serve for this as well.\" \n\nAs she puttered about, thinking deep thoughts while Kobe wrote, there came a call for sake. \"Oh, but it be not yet night. Hm, that would be why it be long, yes?\" She looked about for the speaker. Ah, right. They were the only two here, except for the bird. She looked at the winged creature. \"Ah, you speak. You drink?\" She asked the bird with a slight frown.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "\"Oooh! I must find a way to return the gift at some point, then,\" The boy beamed back at the Dragon Alchemist at her mention of a gift of equipment. \"I was expecting an increase in radiance from sudden acceleration, but on a much stronger scale of response. Though, to be honest... I'm really just observing at this point. Creating anything practical that is more potent than a distillate of Sake... So far, it's beyond me, so I consider this much a victory.\" The shugenja's shaggy dark hair, slightly grey from his greasepaint, swished back and forth as his head bobbed. The scratching of his note-taking continued but began to wrap up.\n\nWhen he was addressed, the oversized raven turned to face Kokuto. Akuma-kun did a few little hops in her direction and then tilted its head. The creature's red eyes definitely held a faint bioluminescence. It would not be hard to imagine how unsettling a flock of these creatures nesting in a tree would be, coming across them on night-time scouting patrols on the wrong side of the wall. \"Pass the sake, this night is long,\" It cawed again, this time more subdued. It was the same lady's voice, partially distorted as though it were recorded too long ago. \n\nKobe looked up as he finished his note-taking, \"Ah, yes! That's Akuma-kun. He's my friend, though I'm not really allowed to take him outside of the embassy unless it's for work. They're called Devilbirds because they're so creepy looking,\" He laughed. \"And noisy... And they can sometimes repeat things that they've heard.\" \n\nKobe gestured to the scruffy-looking bird, \"He lived in a barracks with a regiment of Crab soldiers for thirty or forty years before being passed into my care. He's a direct example that morale can affect the spread of darkness as it taints a samurai's soul. This little guy bought a bunch of soldiers extra time over the years.\" His smile was wistful this time. \n\n\"Remember me,\" Akuma-kun added, this time an old man's voice... Gruff and full of pain.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "\"When experimenting, victory is even in failure. Each be a discovery,\" Kokuto said to him over her shoulder. She chuckled as the bird spoke again. \"Well, hellow, Akuma-kun. Are you a good birdie bird?\" She cooed at the Devilbird, reaching up to try and scratch at the favorite spots of most birds along the crown and nape, in the downy afterfeather. She listened to Kobe explain the bird and circumstances. \n\n\"Not allowed? One supposes it makes sense. But, work? What Good Bird work is being done?\" She turned slightly away from Akuma-kun, fingers stilled. She filed away the information about morale and buying time. Perhaps it would be useful later.\n\nShe turned back to beam at the surly bird. \"Dis one will wemembew you, Akuma-kun,\" She said in cooing baby talk. \"How could anyone fowget dat cyute fwace!\" Her fingers traced a path around the crown, down to the nares, and back; they made a pinching motion as they moved to mimic another bird as they groomed. If not stopped or distracted, Kokuto would devolve into a running litany of baby talk positive affirmations - especially those that had alliteration, as she lavished the Devilbird with attention. If she had any sense of shame, she would hide this exceedingly childish part of herself - too bad for others she cared little for propriety." }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The shaggy oversized crow gave her several appreciative hops, leaning into her pets and devolving quickly into a needy mess of chirps and whistles. Kobe shook his head at the display, but the smile was everpresent. \"Oh, you act like no one has ever loved you. Such a mess, you are.\" His laughter was closer to a chuckle, soft yet percussive. \n\n\"Yeah, he's extremely sensitive to Jigoku's spiritual infection. I have yet to test his ability to perceive otherwise invisible apparitions or the influences of the other realms on the soul, though.\" The young shugenja looked proudly at his 'research assistant' while the Dragon Alchemist lavished it with affection, \"It's also unknown if the ability grew from his time with the Damned or if it is native to the species as a whole.\"\n\n\"We have a pretty good rapport, and I've learned a lot about bird care since graduation. There's still a lot for me to learn, though. I've been praying to the Kami for guidance in communicating with him A lot,\" He admitted sheepishly, \"Beyond my duties doing, you know, Kuni Things... Officially, I work on magical research, especially studying different spiritual techniques. I've been learning some interesting things about inflection as it applies to elemental proclivities, and I think I might be on the verge of a breakthrough with the Air Kami.\" \n\n\"How about you?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "As the bird leaned in, Kokuto continued to pet and rub and coo. \"That's because no one ever has, isn't that right Akuma-kun?\" She still spoke in a babying, pouty tone - an indulgence for the bird's sake. \"Awl dat wuv isn't happening now, so it don't count,\" Her fingers found a bliss spot and stayed there for a while.\n\nAs Kobe described how the assistant kept his job, the woman filed the information away for her to write down later. She figured it might prove useful for later. \"Easy enough theory to test, iffn one be having the opportunity,\" She thought aloud, hands slowed as her attention turned to the thought. \"Just see if the birds be avoiding or flocking to the infections. Perhaps it being that Akuma-kun bonded with a person and inverting his instincts he has since done.\"\n\nShe nodded along with Kobe's explanations, but she stopped short when asked about herself. She frowned in thought for a moment before speaking, \"This one forayed into the medicine and herbalisms to further alchemical understanding. May have, heh heh, gotten distracted. Not so much need for doctor services from me in a city, so this one shall most certainly be able to focus on alchemy more. The spirits be taking a bit of convincing to work with potions, though. Water be easy enough,\" Her hands waved in mimicry of water's fluidity, \"But Earth just so stuubbboorrnn or sssllooow,\" She drew out the last two words to parrot dealing with an Earth spirit.\n\n\|\|" } ]	303	4,738
291.9375	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Stepping through the bustling streets of Ryoko Owari, Kuni Kobe's robes seemed to part the sea of city dwellers like a ship cutting through calm waters. Emi, his faithful pony, trotted behind him, her coat a dappled tapestry that caught the eye of passersby. Every so often, he'd catch the reflection of his painted face in a shop window, the visage of his mother smiling back at him, strengthening his resolve.\n\nFinally, he arrived at the Crab Embassy. His approach was not the measured tread of a typical shugenja, but rather a spirited jaunt, his robe's whimsical crabs seemingly scuttling in time with his steps. The Shugenja had been thinking to himself how his Clan's intimidating facade often housed the warmest of hearts—like an armadillo, tough on the outside, but a bit of a softie when flipped over. The mental image of the dour Crab guards squirming on their backs was too much for him to bear in silence.\n\nThe servants at the door eyed him warily, not quite sure what to make of the spirited young man whose laughter seemed to echo in the courtyard before he'd even crossed the threshold. He greeted them with a bow as deep as it was enthusiastic. \"Good sirs, I am newly arrived.\" Kobe greeted, his voice a buoyant melody. His facepaint's curving and branching lines seemed to wrap around his facial features, making even the barest expression plain and unmistakable. \"I am Kuni Kobe, son of Daisuke and Emiko, sent by the Kuni to study and assist the ambassador as he sees fit.\"\n\n\"Might I trouble you to announce my presence to the esteemed Hida Koyama-sama?\" The young lad, perhaps average in height but short by Crab standards, smiled broadly as he waited. The servants exchanged glances before one hurried off to convey the message and the other began leading Kobe to the West Wing. As he walked, Kobe couldn't help but inspect the embassy with the curious eyes of a child discovering a tidepool teeming with life. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Stepping out from a meeting with few messengers He rubbed his neck reflexively as he lumbered into the hallway. Meetings where sitting was protocol usually hurt his neck to posture looking at those shorter than him. He and Umeo did much in the way of procuring goods for the Clan so these meetings have been frequent and he occasionally noticed that the pain didn't subside as quickly as it had in days past. Such is life. He remembered his own father being absurdly strong in his youth, but even he has a more measured step in his golden years. It made him think of his own youth for a second and then to his eldest son, Aoyama, The name he took at his gempukku to honor his father. He was an immense source of pride for Koyama. While he didn't have the build Koyama possessed at his age, His talent was incredible and honed to an edge by his mother and sensei. He had been everything his parent asked of him, but Koyama wondered How he would look at his father and his own youth as he aged.\n\nHe shook the thoughts from his head, with a determination to be the same source of pride for his son as Aoyama was to him. He turnedwalk down the hall way when he noticed a servant walking towards him with someone in tow. A Kuni.\n\n\"Pardon me, Hida-sama. Kuni Kobe-sama is here to report in.\"\n\n\"Excellent.\" Koyama said, Rubbing his neck. \"I will escort him from here.\" \n\n\"Yes, Hida-sama\" The servant bowed before scampering back up the hall. He nodded to young man. \"A pleasure to meet you, Kuni-san. I'm Hida Koyama, Ambassador for our clan here in this city. You are here earlier than expected. How were your travels?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe's eyes sparkled as he faced Hida Koyama. His energetic demeanor seemed to fill the corridor with an almost tangible warmth. The young shugenja bowed to his ambassador, and while the movements were fluid and full of respect, there was a casual ease as he straightened. \n\n\"The journey was an adventure, Ambassador Hida-sama!\" Kobe replied, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. \"The roads were kind, and the company I found along the way was... Enlightening, to say the least.\" The curving lines of his makeup enlarged his features, Kobe's mouth seeming as wide as a serpent's maw as the boy broadly smiled. \"And Emi,\" He continued, gesturing outside in the loose direction of where his pony was stabled, \"She's been a steadfast companion. Her spirits are as high as mine!\" \n\nHe then turned his full attention back to Koyama, the amber of his eyes reflecting a deep sincerity. \"I am here to serve and learn, Hida-sama. I wanna keep researching while I'm here, but I'm up for whatever you throw at me.\" His tone, though light, carried a weight of earnest dedication.\n\nKobe's natural curiosity then bubbled to the surface. \"And you, Hida-sama? How do You Find life in the city? It's not like what I'm used to. The amount of people in one place is... Just amazing.\" The young lad laughed quietly, \"I expected the Scorpion Cesspool To smell worse, to be honest.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Making her way through Ryoko Owari, a small samurai-ko would have dismounted and made her way towards the Crab Embassy on foot as she kept her pony as far away from her as she could. Despite how long she rode the beast, she could never get over her revulsion for them, and forced herself to tolerate their presence due to how convenient they were for her condition.\n\nWalking at a much slower pace than normal, Ariko would take moments to stop and examine the strange city. She'd examine the buildings, activity, the people themselves almost as if she was committing something to memory. It also let her pace herself so she didn't ruin her first impression. The last thing she wanted was to arrive and meet the ambassador in a tired state.\n\nAs she finally approached the Embassy itself, she would take a moment to clean herself up as best she could. Doing her best to ensure her long hair was well kept, and minimze the dust on her blue traveling robes. Once she was prepared, she would have her pony placed in the stables, taking a large box containing a painting from her horse and approach the closest guard and bow deeply.\n\n\"Good day, cousins. I am Yasuki Ariko, here to serve our clan.\" The young woman would say in a formal tone and present her personal chop. \"Can you please announce my arrival to Ambassador Hida Koyama-sama?\" Once the servants had left, the young woman would spend the time examining the embassy, appreciating the comfort of the Crab architecture in this strange city.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "graves1598", "message": "_Ryoko Owari Toshi certainly lived up to its title as the second largest city in the empire. The streets were packed with people and as one would imagine it wasn't such a quiet place. The sun was shining and the temperature was perfect. Seikichi would have loved this type of day if only he didn't feel so out of place. Homes spanning for what looked to be miles. More civilians than he could possibly count. Everything seemed backwards from the remote rural villages he was so used to._\n\n_But today was a day of change and new beginnings. Now he represented the Hida family as the clan's magistrate. Failure was not an option as he wished to please his lord and bring honor to his new family. He was given orders to depart at once for the city and head straight to the Crab's embassy and from there speak to the ambassador. Very vague orders but nevertheless he followed without question as loyalty and discipline was the foundation of his character._\n\n_Seikichi was wearing his light armor which for him was casual. He cleaned up as best as he could though he wasn't so used to presenting himself in appearance rather than combat. Upon approaching the embassy he paused for a moment to gather himself as he was slightly nervous. His character mattered more than his prowess in the city and that unnerved him. \"Get a grip on yourself, this city is nothing compared to what you have seen!\" He'd mutter to himself._\n\n_Seikichi had entered the embassy and soon made his way to the closest servant, proudly introducing himself with his new name and position. \"I am Hida Seikichi, the Crab clans magistrate. I have been given orders to meet with the ambassador Hida-Sama.\" He'd say confidently. As the servant made way to announce his arrival Seikichi kept his arms to his side and stood with his head high. He was like a statue holding perfect posture and bearing._" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "A young servant bowed to both samurai in acknowledgement and after a moments both were greeted by an elderly woman, Easily past retirement age for most samurai, but her eyes still hold a distinct sharpness, like a Shepherd to the flock of servants. Her tone gentle yet authoritative. She knew what needed to be done and her efforts were always to make sure no task went incomplete. The woman bowed deeply to the Samurai.\n\n\"Welcome Yasuki-sama, Hida-sama to the Crab Embassy. I'm Hoshiko, head Servant and assistant to Ambassador Hida Koyama. He has been expecting you.\" She says, straightening. \"Please follow me.\" She said, leading the samurai down to the end of the building where a large set of wooden double doors capped the northern part of the building. Just before it is an office with a heavy screen. Two voices can be heard as Hoshiko gently raps on the door.\n\n\"Hida-sama, Two new assignees have arrived.\" She says loud enough to be assuredly heard over the din of conversation.\n\n\"Good. Please see them in.\" A rough baritone voice tones and Hoshiko opens the screens for you and allows The two Samurai to step inside the office. A young Kuni with a spirited expression is the closest to you and a behind him, a mountainous Hida shadowed them. He look at the two new arrival and Nodded. Welcome to the Crab Embassy, I am Hida Koyama, leader of the Crab Delegation.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "When the new Hida had arrived, Ariko watched him for a moment as he announced his arrival to the embassy. Not wishing to intrude on the man if he wished for privacy, the courtier would merely bow towards him and wait in silence until Hoshiko arrived. Appraising the elderly servant, Ariko suspected Hoshiko had enough knowledge of Ryoko Owari and the people here, she could spend days asking her things and still have questions on things.\n\n\"Thank you Hoshiko-san.\" Ariko would nod in acknowledgement after they were greeted and followed the servant deeper into the Embassy. Still carrying the box, the tiny woman would carefully make her way behind Hoshiko, ensuring the long sleeves of her robes did not get in her way. She would do her best to examine the interior of the Embassy as she made her way along but would focus once they arrived at the doors to an office with voices behind it. Entering the office, the small woman would bow deeply at the waist to the two samurai within.\n\n\"Greetings HIda-sama. I am Yasuki Ariko, here to serve the clan to the best of my ability. Please accept this humble gift.\" The young woman would present the box, decorated with the a few carvings of the Crab mon. Within the box would be a painting of the Kaiu Wall from the point of view Earthquake Fish Bay. Although it wasn't a masterpiece, it was no amateur work but the most impressive part would be the attention to detail of the wall. It was almost like it was an attempt to make an impression of the wall over an artistic creation to look beautiful.\n\n\"When I was young and my sensei took me to see the Wall for the first time, and it left a deep impression on me. It filled me with wonder and was something I knew I had to paint. I would be honoured to give you this work as a reminder of our home while we are here.\"" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"It's a beautiful painting, Yasuki-san.\" Koyama said with a bow after properly accepting the gift. \"I have been reminded often of the wall as of late. I have not seen it since it has been rebuilt, but I received a letter from my wife less than a moon ago of my eldest son getting assigned to the 7th tower. This will remind me of the promise to care for the clan here as I can the keep the vigil of our ancestors. He said, settling back behind his desk.\n\nHe waited as Hoshiko brought tea for the attending samurai before resuming. \"How were your travels Yasuki-san? I hope they as —entertaining as Kuni-san's.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe, standing amidst the austere surroundings of the Crab Embassy, felt an undeniable surge of excitement at the arrival of Yasuki Ariko. His amber eyes, wide with curiosity and warmth, flickered between Ambassador Hida Koyama and the newly arrived Ariko. The atmosphere in the room, though serious and formal, couldn't dampen Kobe's spirited nature.\n\nAs Hida Koyama and Ariko exchanged greetings, Kobe listened intently, his gaze drifting to the painting Ariko presented. \"That's a wonderful painting,\" He chimed in, his voice carrying a cheerful note that contrasted with the room's somber mood. \"It almost feels like you can reach out and touch the Wall. It's got a... A sense of presence, you know?\"\n\nKobe shifted his stance slightly, his whimsical crabs-adorned robes rustling softly. Kobe then turned his attention to Ariko, his smile broadening. \"I hope your trip was a great one, Yasuki-san! I'm Kuni Kobe. I just got here, too. I imagine the journey here must have been quite an adventure for you.\" The young Kuni's demeanor, full of life and genuine interest, seemed to bring a lighter air to the room. His face paint, usually a mark of his clan's more ominous duties, seemed almost playful in the flickering light of the lanterns.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "\"The trip here was eye-opening.\" The trip here had taken longer than most by road due to the young woman needing to take her time, but it had been enjoyable. Despite the presence of her pony. \"It was the first time I have come this far north into the Empire and there were many sights that were impressive. The Suzume lands were more quaint than I had imagined they would be, and seeing the Kitsune Mori from a distance made me wish I could explore parts of it.\" She had been sorely tempted to spend more time taking in the sights of those places but her duty to the clan could not be ignored.\n\n\"Thank you both for your kind words. It is an honour to meet you as well, Kuni-sama. I am eager to learn more about a city like this.\" Giving Kobe a bow as well, Ariko was pleased with the words she had received from Hida Koyama and Kuni Kobe. She had seen more things that she wanted to paint already and knew she'd be spending a lot of time on that.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"I am glad you both have arrived and you both learned a bit on the rip.\" Koyama said letting their introductions play out. \"There will be much for you to learn and you will need to learn it quickly. The day to day of this place matches a vigorous training exercise at Kaiu Kabe. People move fast and talk faster here. You'll need to take a few days to explore the city and get your bearings of the place. Find corners of town you feel comfortable and enjoy. Afterwards, You, Ariko-san will be working alongside my Karo, Yasuki-Umeo san. And Kobe-san you'll be working with me on a mission. I know you've recently arrived but your timing has been incredibly fortuitous. We'll have much to discuss.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Straight to buisness then. That did not surprise the young courtier too much. Ariko would nod, silently listening to Koyama as he dictated her duties here in the immediate future, filing away the name Yasuki Umeo in her mind to report to soon. She gave Kobe a glance, wondering what kind of mission would require the talents of a Kuni, but perhaps it was best she did not know.\n\n\"Understood, Hida-sama. Are there any areas of the city you would say should be avoided more than others?\" She'd save most of her questions for her meeting with Umeo but if she was to get her bearings here first, it would be best to get that information now.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe listened attentively as Hida Koyama outlined their immediate tasks. His posture was relaxed, and his honeyed eyes sparkled with barely contained joy. The mention of a specific mission piqued his interest, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of being directly involved in something significant so soon after his arrival. \n\n\"Exploring the city sounds like a grand plan, Hida-sama,\" Kobe responded with a nod. \"If I'm going to be stationed here for long, I will need to know my way around!\"\n\nTurning to Yasuki Ariko, Kobe smiled broadly, \"The Kitsune Mori must be a sight to see! Just trees as far as the eye can see... A forest with trees older than the Kami. Can you imagine? Perhaps one day, we'll have the chance to explore it together, Yasuki-san. Maybe one of the talking animals will need your diplomatic skills? There's so much to learn from those places, and I bet your perspective as an artist would offer even more insights that I'd never even consider!\"\n\n\"Indeed, Hida-sama,\" Kobe added to Ariko's question, \"Are there any particular quarters or districts we should be cautious around? I'd hate to wander into trouble unprepared. I've read quite a lot of material about Ryoko Owari's unique... Ambiance. Do we have, like, a map or something? Perhaps some peasant child that's been paid a dingy coin to show the new Crabs around and let us know which spots to avoid because of...\" And here he whispers, \"The local Gangs?\" The whisper was exaggerated for effect.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"The 'Leatherworkers' should be steered clear of, unless on official business. And Firemen gangs are all over the city. They'll not bother you with a Crab mon on.\" Koyama said. Pointing to a mildly outdated map of the city. \"The city has plenty of other things to keep your interest. Including Teardrop Island. The Island is know as a den of pleasure and vice in a city famous for it. Keep your wits about you and noses clean. Getting any unsavory reports about your conduct there will but met harshly, understood?\" He said, realizing he took a parental tone. It sounded like the speech he gave his eldest in Otosan Uchi just a summer ago. Color rose in his cheeks as he covered it with a clearing of his throat.\n\n \"Anyway, I'm sure you'll use your best judgment as representatives of the Crab. I'm sure whenever Takashi-san gets back he'll be happy to show you around.\" Koyama said. Chuckling inwardly at the idea of Takashi trying to wrangle two young samurai during their first moments in the city. It was likely the most they'd ever seen in one place away from the wall.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would nod as Koyama provided expectations and warning on the areas that should be avoided. She felt a little nervous, hoping she wouldn't do anything to harm the view of the Crab in the city but she swallowed down those nerves. She would just have to not fail, she would muse as she thought about the words of the Hida.\n\n\"I would be pleased to meet whomever and be shown around, Hida-sama. I am eager to serve our clans interests here and look forward to meeting Yasuki Umeo-sama to do so.\" The courtier would reply once Koyama had finished, mentally filing away the information he had given. \"Have relations between our clan and others in the city remained the same as in the rest of the empire?\"\n\nAriko would turn towards Kobe as well, returning the Kuni's smile with her own courtier smile as she thought about having to deal with talking animals. She wasn't sure if they would be worse to deal with or better since they might actually understand proper etiquette. Kobe threw off her expectations of a Kuni, she had not interacted with many in the past and he was very different than any she had seen before.\n\n\"It would be an honour to explore such the forest with you, Kuni-sama. My talents in art are modest but I would be happy to provide you any perspective and insights I have on that or other things. Meeting one of those rumoured animals in the Kitsune Mori would be an experience I'd never forget. Do those creatures interest you?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe's eyes twinkled with a blend of curiosity and amusement at Ariko's response, his face brightening further. \"Oh, definitely! Some of the creatures there are supposed to possess Extraordinary Properties, and the wall between here and Chikushudo is thinner there. If you don't have a guide, you could fall into another world By accident! How amazing is that,\" He shared eagerly. \"Just imagine what we could learn and what stories those rabbits could tell.\" Kobe's imagination seemed to ignite at the thought, his hands gesturing animatedly as he spoke. \n\nHe nodded at the ambassador's instructions and responded with his best attempt at a respectful tone. \"Yes, sir. I'll be sure to tread carefully, Hida-sama. I look forward to meeting Hiruma Takashi-sama. It'll be great to have someone show us around.\"\n\nKobe leaned in to study the map closely, his fingers tracing the paths and districts as he continued.\"I'd love to hear more about your art sometime, Yasuki-san. Maybe you could show me some of your work later?\" \n\|\|" } ]	314	4,671
328.619048	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "In the shadowed heart of the empire lay a city known for many things joyous and terrible. Tonight, a chill wind whispered through the narrow alleys of Ryoko Owari, carrying with it the faintest hints of cherry blossoms and the distant murmur of the River of Gold. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the vibrant hues of the marketplace faded into twilight. Lanterns flickered to life, casting a warm, yet faltering glow against the encroaching darkness. The bustling sounds of day gave way to a hushed stillness, as shopkeepers shuttered their stalls and the laughter of children was replaced by the distant closing of doors.\n\nThe last cold snap of spring had brought a low fog that had the guards grumbling in their shacks. The mist slithered through the streets like a living thing, chilling bones and unsettling hearts. Even the most stoic samurai wrapped their cloaks tighter and cast wary glances at the swirling fog. Rumors as old as the city itself spoke of spirits that roamed in such mists; spirits that preyed on the unwary and the lost. \n\nThe Crab Embassy stood in the northwest corner of the Noble's quarter. It was closest to the river, convenient for bringing things in and out of the city without much oversight. At least, one would suppose that it was convenient for those skilled in such things. The fortified buildings seemed to brood under the moon's pale gaze, their windows staring down at the street. Whispers of past intrigues and dark happenings clung to its stoic walls, tales of envoys who vanished and shadows that moved with a life of their own.\n\nKuni Kobe slept in a room that was more a sanctum of arcane mysteries than a sleeping chamber. Inside the barracks, on the top of three floors, was a bedroom that was in the process of being converted into an alchemical workshop. Walls were lined with stacks of scrolls, and jars best left undescribed. The air was seasoned with the smell of bitter herbs and metallic ink. Kobe's small cot sat in the corner, almost forgotten, a necessary inconvenience. \n\nOn still nights like these, Kobe often found himself lost in his research until the early hours. Tonight, the stillness was broken by an unsettling sound. Akuma-Kun, the Devil Bird, was perched amidst a clutter of Kobe's research. It had begun to cry. The sound was no mere bird's lament; it was the chilling memory of a dying samurai-ko's sobs and cries, a haunting echo of a soul long lost. Feeling a pang of homesickness, the bird recreated those mournful sounds with eerie precision and filled the room with despair and sorrow. \n\nThe cries, barely muffled by the walls of the barracks, seeped out into the night. Kuni Shugenja are tasked with delving into forbidden studies that have driven many to the brink of madness. Could the sorrowful cries be a sign of something sinister unfolding within those walls? Has this new shugenja, in his relentless pursuit of arcane secrets, already crossed a forbidden threshold? The few servants still awake in the embassy could only respond with fearful prayers and suspicious glances at the lantern light flickering in the window of Kobe's room. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko slowly opened the sliding door to her room in the barracks, peering outside after a second. The young woman had woken up from a shallow sleep easily, finding this strange place difficult to get used to. The sounds of Ryoko Owari were just too different from what she had grown used to in Yasuki lands and had had difficulty sleeping in general since arriving.\n\nThe woman cursed internally, resisting the instincts she felt screaming at her to make herself more presentable. Her hair was loose and she had rushed into dressing in a simple blue robe to be decent. But the sounds she was hearing from a woman in the Embassy would not allow further delay. If someone was being attacked or had already been, she had to assist as best she could. A few seconds could make the difference between life and death.\n\nThe young courtier was confused as she thought who would be bold enough to attack someone in the Crab barracks, and on the third floor at that. Making her way towards the source of the sound, Ariko would keep her eyes open for any other of her clansmates investigating the woman crying out." }, { "author": "maxmonkey", "message": "Miyami's curiosity was piqued as she overheard whispers of strange occurrences in Shugenja's room. One evening, while passing through the tea house, she heard the servants from the embassy complaining about someone screaming in terror. Miyami was determined to investigate the sounds for herself. She tiptoed along the dark corridor, hugging the wall to remain unseen. Her heart raced with anticipation as she approached Shugenja's room. Miyami pressed her ear against the door, barely able to hear the screams that sent shivers down her spine.\n\nQuickening her pace toward the room in question, Miyami reached for the knives in her sleeves. She imagined opening the door to find an older Shugenja hunched over the body of a tormented man, doing whatever experiments it was that they did on the bodies of the damned. As she walked, the noises got louder and louder, and the words of the servants only broadened the stories in Miyami's mind. \n\nAs Miyami approached the door, a muffled wail caught her attention. Her fists clenched at her sides, and she knew something was wrong. She crept toward the door and noticed the faint glow of a lantern peaking from underneath. Whoever was inside was up to no good.\n\nMiyami wasted no time and rapped on the door with a sharp knock, taking a step back. Her hands tightened around her knives, ready to spring into action. \"You there,\" She said in a low voice, \"Open the door, and I'll help you with what ails you.\" She awaited a response, eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe stirred from his shallow slumber amid the eerie cries, a sense of disorientation momentarily clouding his mind. He had fallen asleep studying, and his usually meticulous makeup was smeared beyond recognition. It was easier to see just how young the boy was now that the distorting lines were no longer in the way. A long, thin stick of ginseng was stuck in a tangle of hair; the lingering grease paint had done it no favors. Akuma-Kun's loud sobs were slowly seeping into his consciousness, pulling him back to the waking world. \n\nKobe slowly sat up, rubbing his tired eyes before finally seeing the distressed bird in its lacquer cage. The amber glint in his eyes flickered with concern. Kobe approached Akuma-Kun softly, his movements deliberate yet gentle. \"Shh... It's okay, buddy. I'm here now... You're not alone... Hush now, Kobe's here,\" He whispered soothingly, extending a steady hand toward the bird. Akuma-Kun's cries ebbed slightly at his presence, the haunting mimicry fading into soft feminine whimpers. The Devil Bird could easily be mistaken for a particularly shaggy raven if it were not for the unnervingly accurate mimicry and its baleful red eyes. Kobe knew the bird's history well: the souls it carried and the voices it spoke with. He had always felt a kinship with it. Both of them were keepers of secrets too heavy for most to bear.\n\nSuddenly, a sharp knock at the door jolted both Kobe and the bird. He straightened up, his hand instinctively reaching for a talisman tucked within the folds of his robe – a precaution, a habit honed through years of training to defend against the unknown and the feared. The Devil Bird hushed its cries, its lurid red eyes fixed on the door. The Kuni was well aware of the reputation his kind bore and the suspicions that haunted the embassy's halls. A faint smile, tinged with melancholy, crossed his lips. \"Don't worry, Akuma-Kun. It would be worse if our studies Didn't Unnerve them. We know our intentions are pure,\" He murmured comfortingly in the dimly lit room.\n\n\"Who seeks— Oh, come on in, then! I could probably use a hand.\" The room fell into a tense silence, save for the faint crackling of the lantern's flame.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would do her best to quietly approach the sounds she was hearing, which was not very quiet at all. The young woman was surprised she had not come across anyone else who would have been attracted by the noise being made. She debated going to find a bushi but quickly squashed that thought down. She was Crab. She wouldn't escape her duty and in this case it was to investigate.\n\nAs Ariko got closer to the source of the sound on the third floor, she would spot what looked to be a servant knocking on the door of the room she had been lead to. Her hand would go to her wakizashi by instinct before she dropped her hand, realizing if this woman was the suspicious one she wouldn't be knocking on the door.\n\nApproaching the woman, she would be about to open her mouth to ask her a question when she heard the voice of Kuni Kobe inside the room. Blinking in confusion, she would look at the woman dressed as a servant and then back to the door.\n\n\"Kuni-sama, are you safe? We were brought here by that disturbance.\" She would look back to the woman, wondering what she would do or if she would open the door." }, { "author": "maxmonkey", "message": "Miyami's heart raced as she heard the muffled screams emanating from the room. She turned to the woman beside her and spoke in a hushed voice, \"Do you know who occupies this room? Is he capable of inflicting such horrors upon a woman?\" Miyami's eyes darted between the woman and the door, unsure what to do next.\n\nMiyami paced back and forth, the sound of the woman's screams echoing off the embassy walls. The voice from inside had sounded young, like that of a boy, but Miyami knew better than to underestimate anyone or anything. She flexed her fingers, preparing herself for what was to come. She was confident she could take on a boy if it came down to it.\n\nAs they stood outside the door, Miyami couldn't help but wonder if this was all some kind of trap. What if the woman's screams were a way to lure in unsuspecting passersby at night? Despite the potential danger, Miyami felt compelled to investigate.\n\nOn one hand, the response from inside sounded like it came from a young boy, not a larger man. Miyami was confident in her ability to take on a boy in a fight if it came down to it, especially if it meant saving the woman inside. On the other hand, they were in the middle of the crab embassy, and such heinous acts could not go unpunished.\n\nMiyami had come to investigate the rumors of these occurrences in the halls, and she could not turn a blind eye to the situation at hand. She turned back to the woman and said, \"I am Yasuki no Nobuto Miyami. I think we should go in. Can you defend yourself if we face danger inside?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "\"I have never been to this room before. That is Kuni-sama's voice though.\" Ariko would respond quietly shaking her head no, as she looked at the woman. The young courtier was impressed at the servants actions, it spoke to the quality of the Crab servants to see this woman acting like this in a crisis. \n\nThe small woman tried to still her beating heart now that they were so close. There were always dark tales of the Kuni that often caused many to be wary of the family. Ariko found it odd that Kobe would be doing something so scandalous in the Crab embassy like this but the sounds made it hard to suspect otherwise.\n\nThe woman barely held her shock in when the woman in front of her introduced herself as a vassal samurai to the Yasuki family. Were this any other circumstance, she would have horribly shamed herself with her assumption. \"I am Yasuki Ariko.\" She would nod at Miyami's statement, too prideful to let her physical condition get in the way of Miyami's actions. \"Do what you need to, Nobuto-san. I will follow.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "maxmonkey", "message": "Miyami stood tall, her hand on the door handle. She let go of one sleeve to open the door, pushing it to the side. As she resumed her striking pose, she was surprised to see a young boy standing on the other side. The woman's cries had echoed through the halls only moments ago, but now there was no sign of her.\n\n\"Where is she?\" Miyami asked, her confusion evident. \"The woman who cried out so? Yasuki Ariko-Sama and I have come to help her.\" Miyami's eyes scanned the room, taking in the jars and containers filling the space, the papers and shelves, and the cot in the corner. There was no place to hide a woman.\n\nThen Miyami saw it - the devil bird in a lacquered cage near the wall. The giant raven sat staring back at her. Pointing angrily at the creature, Miyami asked, \"Were those menacing, horrid cries coming from that bird? We thought a woman was in trouble here and needed assistance. What have you done around that devil bird to make it call out that way?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe took an instinctive step backward, startled by the sudden entry and intensity of Miyami's questions. He bumped into a stack of scrolls that teetered but remained precariously piled, at least for now. His eyes, wide with surprise, darted between the two women and the devil bird in its cage. The room, cluttered with jars of unidentifiable substances and ancient scrolls, seemed to shrink under their scrutiny.\n\n\"Oh! Uh, hello! Sorry, sorry for the confusion,\" Kobe stammered, a sheepish grin spreading across his face despite the eerie atmosphere of the room. \"This is Akuma-Kun, and well, you could say he's a friend of mine? And my responsibility, I guess? Among other things, these birds can mimic the sounds they've heard. Especially ones that they've heard a lot. You see, my little buddy used to live with the Damned. Sort of like a communal pet? He's grown quite sensitive to the darkness.\" \n\nThe boy's usually casual tone took a serious note. \"He also remembers the voices and last murmuring of the decades' worth of dying Crab soldiers that lived alongside him. They gave everything they had to their duty even as their minds and bodies eroded from under them, but Akuma-kun remembers them. Sometimes, it feels like a piece of them still lives on inside of him.\" \n\nKobe walked over to Akuma-Kun's cage and opened it, gently stroking its feathers to calm the raven-like bird. Its talons sunk deep into the muscles of the shugenja's forearm as it climbed onto him. The boy turned back to face Ariko and Miyami. His expression was soft, and his tone was light again, making an effort to dispel the tension that had filled the room. \"He's actually quite friendly! The poor guy is just crying because he's lonely.\" \n\nHe chuckled nervously, \"They told me that he was really talkative when I was put in charge of taking care of the little guy, I suppose they were right, huh? I can see how it might have sounded alarming. Akuma-Kun has a gift for dramatics. But really, it's just us and our late-night studies. Nothing sinister, I promise.\" Kobe gestured around the room, indicating the various pointedly sinister-looking instruments and the piles of research describing the pervasive influences of supernatural evil. \n\nHe paused, realizing the effect the room's atmosphere might have on his unexpected guests. \"Would you like some tea? I think I have a pot around here somewhere.\" Kobe's attempt to lighten the mood was genuine, and his natural joviality tried to shine through the spooky ambiance of the room. As he turned to rummage through a nearby shelf, producing a small teapot and a few cups, the bird climbed to settle on the boy's shoulder. \"It's not every day that we have visitors, so I am afraid my hospitality won't be up to your standards.\" Kobe's smile was warm, if awkward, as he tried to make his guests feel more at ease.\n\nKobe's eyes flicked back to Akuma-Kun, who had quieted down, seemingly content with the attention. \"He's quite harmless once you get to know him. A bit like me, I suppose.\" Kobe's laugh was a softly echoing light in a room filled with shadowy studies.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would look around Kobe's room, her eyes stopping on the bird that caused this entire incident. Her feelings on animals reinfoced, she couldn't help glare at the crow for a second. To mimic the sounds of a woman like that was not something she ever expected a creature like this to do. Placing a hand on her chest to still her beating heart, she would look to Miyami.\n\n\"Thankfully, our worst fears were not realized, Nobuto-san.\" The courtier would say, looking towards Kobe after. \"Kuni-sama, is this something that may be repeated in the future? That kind of sound will no doubt spread horrible rumours of our Embassy.\" She would look back at the crow, wondering if it was safe after Kobe had admitted the beast had been living amongst the Damned.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "maxmonkey", "message": "Miyami's eyes fixed on Akuma-kun, the beautiful bird with slick black feathers and beady eyes. Miyami felt sad for the bird as he perched on the Kuni's shoulder. She knew she had to do something to help prevent any further incidents from happening in the Embassy.\n\n\"I heard rumors from the servants that something sinister was happening in this room at night, so I came to investigate this evening,\" Miyami said, looking at Akuma-kun. \"But now I can see that there's nothing more than a sad bird looking for his companions. How long has he been away from the barracks and in your care? Perhaps the bird needs a greater introduction to those in the Embassy to keep more incidents like this from happening.\"\n\nMiyami couldn't help but wonder how she could help the situation. \"I can help by telling the servants what is behind the walls when they come to me,\" She said. \"But maybe you can take the bird around the halls during the day so more people may see it and get familiar with its cries. This way, they will be able to recognize him and avoid any misunderstandings in the future.\" Miyami knew this simple solution could help the bird feel more comfortable and prevent further rumors from spreading.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe listened intently to Miyami's' and Ariko's suggestions and concerns amidst the clutter of his arcane chamber. His attention flicked between them and the bird, Akuma-kun, who now seemed almost serene atop his shoulder. \"Yasuki-sama, Nobuto-san, I'm so sorry!\" Kobe began, his voice earnest. \"I didn't want anyone to be concerned.\" \n\nKobe moved over to a small table cluttered with vials and scrolls, carefully making space to set down the battered metal teapot he had retrieved. He began preparing tea blends, practiced hands pulling pinches from jars, and combined the dried leaves and flowers in a large bowl. The movements were a welcome distraction as he pulled his thoughts together.\n\nHe paused, stroking under the bird's chin as he talked. \"Introducing Akuma-Kun to the embassy during the day is a good idea, but he's only supposed to leave if my duties require it. If he stays on the embassy grounds, he isn't leaving. Yeah. That sounds good. It's easy to fear the unknown, but who could be afraid of this face? Right? I don't know. We might want to run it by Hida-sama first. I'd hate to get in trouble.\" \n\nAbout the size of a raven, with sleek black feathers that were just a Little Too long and dark crimson eyes that seemed to give off their own baleful light, Akuma-kun watched Arami intently. It was as if the bird of prey could sense the Yasuki's reticence. Like her fear was delicious to it, and... And was it enjoying her discomfort? Nah. Probably not. \n\n\"As for ensuring such an incident doesn't repeat,\" Kobe continued, pouring the herbs into the seen-better-days tetsubin before setting it on a metal frame that still held the glowing coals from some experiment on plant essences he had been doing earlier in the night. There was a little hiss as the pot settled into place. \n\n\"You're right that he's probably lonely. Those soldiers operated throughout the night, and they all doted on him, so he never really had to be alone before now. Meeting other people and being social might be good for him, and I'll take extra measures to comfort Akuma-Kun during the night. At the least, I can work on finding ways to keep the noise confined to the area.\"\n\n\"It is late, so I have made a yummy blend of calming herbs. I know some drink green tea late in the evenings, but I would hate to make Yume-do even harder for you to find. I am afraid that I do not have cups suitable for discerning tastes, but you may take your pick.\" He gestured to a selection of cups; none matched, and a few were never intended to hold tea. Several had obvious chips in their rims. With a sheepish expression on his grey, makeup-smudged face, the young man again bowed low. \"I again apologize for concerning you.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko entered the Kuni's quarters once he went inside to begin making tea. The small courtier would look around the room, curious at what a Kuni actually got up to and all she saw was stacks of scrolls along the walls, jars and bitter smells she was curious about but suspected it might be best not to ask about.\n\n\"I'm sure none here in the embassy will be concerned once they are aware of Akuma-san.\" Ariko would finally say, giving the bird a side-glance. The woman would carefully maintain her face when Kobe mentions how could anyone be afraid of the birds face. More like how could anyone love a beast like that. Birds were already just tolerable, since most avoided people, but this bird just seemed off even amongst others. And those eyes. She would quickly look back to Kobe.\n\n\"I am not very familiar with caring for birds but besides what Nobuto-san mentioned, are there certain things that tire Akuma-san and would encourage him to sleep through the night?\" Ariko would gladly accept the offer of green tea. After hearing the sounds this cursed bird was making, she didn't think she would get to sleep anytime soon as it was. She truly had thought someone was dying within the embassy, if this was common amongst the Kuni, perhaps their reputation wasn't so strange. Looking at the cups Kobe had, she would do her best to pick one that was meant for tea and not chipped after Mayami and Kobe himself had picked cups. \"The drink would be greatly appreciated, Kuni-sama. You have my thanks, that will help settle me before I return to bed.\" She was curious to see what herbs exactly had been added, curious if her palate would identify them all.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "maxmonkey", "message": "Miyami picked up the cup and examined it closely as she pondered over the problem of the night terrors that had been plaguing them. She knew that the bird was used to mimicking the screams of the damned, but she wondered if there was a way to teach it some calmer phrases. She suggested to Kuni Kobe, \"Perhaps we could teach him some soothing phrases to call out in the night. It might take some time, but it could be better than the blood-curdling screams we've been hearing.\"\n\nMiyami continued, \"Even teaching the bird its own name and that it's not alone could be helpful. We'll figure something out together.\" She sipped her tea and said, \"Thank you for the tea, Kuni-Sama. It's been a pleasure meeting you. I am sure we can all develop a way to help with Akuma-kun.\"\n\nAs she looked around the room, Miyami's initial apprehension had faded away. She realized that Kuni Kobe was just a young man with a passion for his craft, and the bird was just a victim of its environment. She felt hopeful that they could help the bird solve the problem of the night terrors and put the fears of the servants to rest. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The young Kuni, with his face paint still thoroughly smudged from passing out during a long night of work, listened attentively to the two. \"Yeah,\" He responded to the Yasuki, \"Perhaps there are some calming exercises that I could introduce to Akuma-kun's nightly routine. Maybe some peaceful music or soothing prayers?\" Kobe carefully handed Ariko the final cup of poured tea, choosing the least chipped option for the samurai-ko.\n\nThe boy's face lit up as Miyami offered her own ideas. The streaks of paint on his cheeks somehow added to his earnestness. \"Teaching Akuma-kun new phrases would be great fun! That's a wonderful idea, Miyami-san!\" Kobe exclaimed. He sipped his tea, the warmth of the cup contrasting with the cool air of the room.\n\nKobe's eyes flickered back to Akuma-Kun, who now quietly observed the group. \"Your understanding and patience tonight mean a lot. I assure you, I am grateful for your suggestions. I'll immediately work to ensure that further nights are more peaceful. At the least, I will pad these walls so that I am the only one that must suffer from his late-night complaints.\" Kobe's gaze returned to his guests, his smile gentle yet enthusiastic. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "maxmonkey", "message": "Miyami took a sip from the tea that Kuni had offered. The warmth of the tea was soothing and made the room feel cooler. She spoke quietly to Kuni, \"Akuma-Kun is still adjusting to his new home, and the people are adjusting to him. But I am sure that with time, he will be less of a disruption.\"\n\nAs she finished her tea, Miyami turned to Kuni and said, \"Thank you for the tea, even at this late hour, Kuni-Sama. And if you ever need any assistance with Akuma-Kun in the future, please feel free to call me at Benten's Tea Garden. I am the proprietor's assistant there.\"\n\nMiyami was ready to head back home and get some rest before her busy day tomorrow. However, she didn't want to appear scared or hurry to leave. \"By the way, be wary of the Matchmaker while you're there. She'll try to find a suitor for every single Crab on the market,\" Miyami said with a sly grin at Kuni-Sama.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would accept the offered tea cup, thanking the Kuni and, enjoying the warmth of the cup and taking a sip as she listened to Mayami and Kobe speak. \"Phrases might be a good idea. Do birds like Akuma-kun sing, Kuni-sama? While soothing music might help, teaching him to repeat it over what he was doing tonight might be an alternate solution if phrases do not work.\" Ariko would give the bird another look, suppressing the urge to shudder in discomfort at the birds eyes as it observed them.\n\nThe small Crab would take another sip of her tea as she looked over to Mayami and pondered her words, resisting the urge to frown at the talk of marriage. Despite those feelings, no doubt she would have to introduce herself to the matchmaker and perform her duty to her clan as required.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kuni Kobe listened to Ariko's suggestion about birds singing, nodding thoughtfully. \"That's smart, Yasuki-sama. I wonder if I could teach him all the words to Snowpetals in Spring? Remember, the one that goes... Umm,\" And then he sang. Just casually, confidently, and unbidden. It wasn't the voice of an angel, but the notes were true... The sound of someone who spends a lot of time singing to himself.\n\n\"...Light and free from care,\nA moment here, then gone to where\nThe nightingales sing...\"\n\nAs Kobe's paused, trying to remember the rest of the chorus, the large scruffy bird on his shoulder gave a squawk. Frustrated, it continued where the young man had left off in a gravelly baritone,\n\n\"...Where the willows dream,\nFalling in a gentle stream,\nSnowpetals in spring...\"\n\nThe wild-haired boy with the honeyed eyes gave a little clap, \"Oh! Good job, Akuma-Kun. You do know it!\" The bird seemed non-plussed. It tilted its head a few times before hopping off of Kobe's shoulder and waddling its way back toward the lacquer cage it called home.\n\nKobe carefully placed his teacup down and turned to address both Miyami and Ariko. \"Thanks again for coming to make sure that I was okay. I really appreciate it... And thanks for being understanding and willing to help out with my little friend.\" He smiled warmly, grateful for the company of fellow samurai. Addressing Miyami's comment about the Matchmaker, Kobe chuckled softly. \"Thank you for the warning, Miyami-san. I'll keep that in mind. Though, I doubt that I'm much of a catch!\" His laughter was light, an attempt to bring a touch of levity to the night's events.\n\nAs the conversation wound down, Kobe stood, ready to escort his guests to the door. \"I should probably let you both get some rest. It's been a long night, and I'm sure your duties await you in the morning. I'm certain Akuma-Kun and I will have a much quieter night from here on.\" He added, \"If you ever have any questions, or if you simply wish to visit, please feel free to come by.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Despite her feelings on the accursed bird, Ariko couldn't help but smile and politely laugh at Akuma's completion of the song that Kobe could not fully recall. Perhaps the beast had some appeal to it after all. As long as it kept it's distance from her at least.\n\n\"I am just pleased there wasn't an actual crisis going on in the embassy, Kuni-sama. Hearing those sounds in here, this late at night was not what I expected since arriving here.\" The courtier would reply, fininshing the tea Kobe had kindly provided them. She seemed to hesitate for a moment but her desire to assist a fellow Crab surpassed her aversion to what she considered saying.\n\n\"Thank you for the kind invitation, Kuni-sama. I will be sure to stop by to speak in the future. If you need more assistance with Akuma-kun in the future, perhaps I can be of assitance if he is fond of music. I dabble in playing the flute and perhaps I could assist in soothing him in the future if needed.\"" }, { "author": "maxmonkey", "message": "Miyami scanned the cluttered room, searching for an empty surface to place her cup. After a moment, she spotted a stack of books next to the makeshift burner that held the kettle. She hesitated for a moment before placing her cup on top of the stack - it would have been rude to simply hand it over to her host.\n\n\"Thank you for your hospitality, Kuni-Sama,\" Miyami said, bowing respectfully. \"I'll make sure to let the servants know that the noises from your room are just a lonely bird, not a woman in distress. Hopefully, that should put an end to the rumors.\" She straightened up and offered a small smile. \"If there is anything else we can do to help around here, just let me know.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Kobe walked the two ladies to the door, smiling the whole way. \"The flute? I like to sing... I mean, I'm not super good at it, but it's fun and stuff. I wonder if the three of us could actually make music together? That would be wild... Singing a duet with a bird.\" The boy nearly bobbed as he walked, animated and fluid in his movements as he skirted around the not-yet-assembled lab equipment. Several large barrels made of wood and copper and coils of tubing may have tugged at the corner of Ariko's perception, but it was late. Probably nothing. Another time, perhaps.\n\nAs the two Crab Samurai-ko offered their continuing support and bid their farewells, the young boy with the decidedly unsettling duty followed them to the door for one final wave. Then, Kobe and his damned Devil Bird returned to their studies... The bird picking up notes of a song about snowflakes and nightingales.\n\n\|\|" } ]	256	6,901
223.058824	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "zaenil", "message": "Ryoko Owari's political situation has never been this unstable and the work of good samurai cannot stop to wait for the fog to settle. \n\nIn the days past, Ikoma Zenmai has inspected the status of the city's walls and its defensibility. Her findings were that the walls of the Noble Quarter are susceptible to potential siege relative to the any other of the city's walls.\n\nThe ambassador has heard that a Kaiu Engineer has recently found placement in Ryoko Owari, and this, alongside a hopeful understanding, friendship, or even alliance with the Crab lies the reason of her visit.\n\nAlongside Zenmai was Akodo Akechi who has volunteered to come with her to the Crab Embassy as he has had previous encounters with Hida-san himself.\n\nThe Lion announced their visit and waited outside the embassy to be allowed in by the Crab's staff.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "On this faithful day, Akechi would accompany the ambassador on a mission to repair some of the rather pitiful states of the wall around the city. He was volunteering himself as he could be of some assistance to the ambassador as he was familiar with the Crab Ambassador, Hida Koyama. Also, who wouldn't spend some time with some lovely company? \n\nFrom what was relayed to him, they would contact a rather infamous engineer who could repair these discrepancies. He was down to do whatever it took to ensure that the innocent were protected within these walls, especially after the events he had bared witness. \n\nAwaiting sedately beside Zenmai to be allowed within the Crabs domain. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "The guards quietly allowed the Lion's contingent onto the grounds with solemn bows. There heads still ringing with the Ambassador's ~~tirade~~ report of the Leadership conference. At the Reception area of the Main Office, the pair meet an elderly woman, Easily past retirement age for most samurai, but her eye still hold a distinct sharpness, like a Shepherd to the flock of servants. Her tone gentle yet authoritative. She knew what needed to be done and her efforts were always to make sure no task went incomplete. She bowed deeply to the young samurai.\n\n\"Greetings, Lion-sama and welcome to the Crab Embassy. My name is Hoshiko, personal assistant to the Ambassador and Head of staff. If you need anything the embassy can provide, I'll be available anytime. Are you here to see the Ambassador or another?\" The elderly woman asks.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "zaenil", "message": "Despite the difference in status, Zenmai bowed as she was addressed by the elderly Hoshiko. The Lion's reverence to their ancestors extended to respect for the elderly. For one to survive the number of decades that they have meant that they knew their way around the world, and in a harsh place such as Rokugan, that deserved respect.\n\n\"We seek an audience with the Ambassador, if he isn't too busy, Hoshiko-san. We come with matters involving the city and its future.\" \n\nZenmai looked forward to this meeting. She had been cautious and afraid of courtiers whose mouths flowed with flowery words hiding poisoned thorns. But the Crab? The Crab understood the value of directness and honesty. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Of course, Lion-sama. I'll let him know immediately.\" She said. Raising from her bow with a soft smile on her face. She quickly disappeared deeper into the embassy. The Embassy that embodied the Crab's Nature: Pragmatic and Utilitarian, Everything having purpose and built with a craftsmanship that was respected by carpenters and tacticians alike. Even the Finery and decorative pieces crafted with a secondary, practical purpose. \n\n\"Thank you for your Patience, Lion-sama. Hida-sama is ready to meet you.\" She said, leading the samurai down to the end of the building where a large set of wooden double doors capped the northern part of the building. Just before it is an office with a heavy screen. \n\n\"Hida-sama, The Lion are here to see you.\" Hoshiko called out.\n\n\"Good. Send them in.\" A voice rumbled from within. Hoshiko slid the door open and bowed, signaling for the Lion to enter. The ambassadors office was decently more decorated that the rest of the building. An armor and Daisho stand holding the wielders tools for battle but past them was a Large man even by the Hida's impressive standard. He sat comfortably behind his desk With a tray for sake sitting on the edge of the desks. The Older man nods to the Lion.\n\n\"Ikoma-san, Akodo-San, what brings the children of the Lion to my Offices today?\" He said as he poured them both sake.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "zaenil", "message": "Zenmai bowed and thanked Hoshiko-san for her assistance, then did the same for the crab ambassador when they get welcomed into his office. \n\nA direct answer was, from her point of view, a great respect any official could give to another. It saved both sides time which is the only currency we could never get more of. It was a mystery to her why many courtiers much preferred beating around the bush. \n\nShe grabbed a scroll from her belt. It was a copy of the city's map, obtained from the Scorpion governor so it included detail that wouldn't be available in civilian maps, and with notes written down by Zenmai herself commenting on the city's defensibility and status of the walls. A huge circle marked the Noble Quarter's outer walls. \n\n\"A walled castle is near impossible to successfully siege. If any potential attackers knew the state of the walls,\" Her finger tapped on the encircled Noble Quarter walls, \"I would make my entry through there. Especially if my army consisted of mounted bushi who needed the space to move through.\" \n\n\"A king is only as strong as its castle.\" Zenmai remembered this lesson from shogi and relayed it to Hida Koyama as it was relevant. \"I heard that you had Kaiu engineers being placed here in this city. I believe that your samurai can assist this city greatly by removing this weakness.\" \n\nThere was a small problem, however. The Crab were neutral as far as she knew, and some clans might view this help as them taking a political position. Zenmai was prepared for this, but let the great Hida first have a think on what the Lion asked of them and have a good look at the provided map. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama viewed the map and took in the Lion's words. Handing them both the cups of sake.\n\n\"I'm sure they could, but I think we have another matter to discuss first. \" Koyama said cooly, as he drank the sake he'd left in front of himself. \n\n\"I understand the bloodfeud between your kin and the Children of Shinjo had been quashed with the regretable deaths of your Champion and my Champion's betrothed. Why have you been so determined to sully this be reigniting hostilities with them? We've learned of Orochi's plot to deceive the Lion at the Ambassador's Conference but you still seem too content to think that the Unicorn wish you Ill. Do you have any other evidence of Unicorn Hostilities or are you so anxious for bloodshed?\" \n\nHe voice was pointed as he wanted to make clear that the weight of this discussion carried with it implication or war whether or not the Lion meant for it to be so. Their allusion to the Unicorn and their display at the Conference made this meeting have potential for other clans to twist it to meet their own ends especially if a deal of Military importance was made here. He wanted a direct answer from the Lion's Ambassador.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "zaenil", "message": "This was refreshing. Zenmai hoped that every ambassadorial encounter she had moving forward had this level of honesty and directness. She hoped a friendship could come out of this, if not between the Crab and Lion, then at least with Hida-san and herself. \n\n\"There is one big difference between the wars of men and your clan's war with the taint. Shadowland creatures only know death when it meets them, while us humans can fear death a mile away. Fear, and how we change our actions based on its presence, is the crucial difference.\"\n\n\"Believe it or not, war is not what I seek here. We are merely defenders of the Empire's law. Should the Unicorn find themselves the patience to settle this through the appropriate channels and get the Emperor's approval to take back Ryoko Owari, we would step aside and help them take up their seats. But in the meantime, we are honorbound to protect the Emperor's word. That Ryoko Owari is Scorpion land, regardless of the state of the city.\" \n\n\"Our gift was designed to inflict fear. That if anyone wished to defy the Emperor's words, they would have to go through us first. Fear has the potential to stop wars before it starts. To save blood from being unnecessarily shed.\" \n\nZenmai paused for a second. \"I do not envy your position, Hida-san. I imagine shadowland warfare is much more difficult than the human equivalent.\" \n\nThe tactician breathed, then recited the plan that she hoped would reach the Crab's ears and be met with agreement. \"I understand that Ryoko Owari is significant to the Crab as it lies on a major trade route to the wall. If you find our mission and methods clear and acceptable, I believe that our approach of defense would minimize the probability and impact of conflict so that your trade routes would be unaffected. For if the walls fall and the crab pushed back without assistance from the rest of the empire, then any petty territorial squabbles would be senseless and moot. \"\n\nWith all of her intentions laid out in the open, all she can do now is wait for Hida-san's reply while partaking of the sake that was offered. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Giving the appropriate bow to those who deserved such courtesy as he made his way into the crab embassy with his Lion counterpart. Rather enjoying the architecture of the building even more, the office of ambassador Hida Koyama. Once again, bowing down to show his respect to the crab ambassador, one of the few people in the city of lies who he felt deserved such respect from their brief interaction. He remained by Zenmai's side while she explained the purpose of their venture to the crabs' domain. To fortify the lackluster defenses that were the city walls, the Lion would gratefully accept the cup of sake as he began to take small sips out of it. At the same time, both ambassadors dwelled in political conversion. This didn't interest him much as he very much despised such conversation; thankfully, Ikoma Zenmai was with him, so he didn't have to partake in such discussions that often led to unnecessary disputes. He was bred to fight battles for the sake of the emperor and his people, not to converse about such matters. \n\nHe was waiting idly as he drank his cup of sake for the two to hopefully come to terms with each other so they could proceed with the mission of protecting the lives of those in the city walls.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama looked back over the maps and back at the Lion. The matters discussed here today should have been completely straight forward but after the Conference...\nKoyama closed his eyes for a moment. \n\n\"I will call in my engineer and speak about what is materials would be needed for the matter. The Crab will take lead overseeing and implementing improvements. I wish to keep an air of neutrality behind this as for the others to not assume Crab allegiance. So I will have the phoenix helping with oversight. I suspect you will have no issue with this.\" Koyama said, as he looked up from the map to Zenmai. \n\n\"Hoshiko, Send for \n\n\"Hai, Hida-sama.\" She said, soft footsteps hurried down the hall.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "It didn't take long for the engineer to answer the summons, a barely perceptible glimmer in his eye as he entered the room. Since he'd arrived in the city of Scorpions he had been eager to tackle a serious project, the minor improvements he'd been tasked with at the embassy had proven easy and he felt uneasy without some task or another to busy his hands with. Offering the appropriate bows and greetings to all in the room, he quickly assumed a position by his superior and, allowing himself a small smile, leaned down to peer at the map \"Hoshiko-oba informed me of the general shape of the problem at hand Hida-sama. \" He explained in off-handed fashion as he settled in to examine the indicated section of the outer walls\n\n \" Ahh i see, its a simple issue really, the sections of wall near the Noble Quarter have been left unrepaired for quite some time now, our esteemed hosts seem to have shifted resources to reinforcing the gatehouses. Ordinarily that would be a perfectly sensible decision, after all, gates are often the most vulnerable section of any stronghold. Unfortunately though, the sections of wall we're talking about are in desparate need of refurbishment, and thus allocating the resources in such a way has in fact created a new structural weakness.\" The engineer surmised, and turned from the chart to face his superior \n\n\" Given the size and scale of the task at hand, we will need a several dozen skilled or at least adequate masons, blacksmiths, and carpenters on hand to help patch up the damage and bring the walls up to standard, alongside a solid corp of laborers, I'd say three hundred at a minimum. Fully repairing and refurbishing a section of wall this large is also likely to take a significant portion of time if we want it to be combat ready, several months at the least if I had to give an honest estimate. It may be possible to get it done faster depending on the amount of resources and men that can be allocated to the task.\" He concluded sharply, and awaited his superior's answer.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "zaenil", "message": "\"It's nice to meet you, Kaiu-san. Let me introduce you to Akodo Akechi. He will work with you to get the assistance you need. We will contribute assistance when we can, but the bulk of the workforce will have to be requested from the local Scorpion authorities.\" \n\nZenmai turned to Koyama. \"I understand your insistence on neutrality. My ask was not for you to side with us, the scorpion, or against the Unicorn, per se, but more to understand, and hopefully agree, that defending this city from any potential attackers is beneficial to your clan and is the wish of the emperor.\"\n\nZenmai continued. \"And this Phoenix overseer, did you have anyone in mind? If you don't mind lending me a quill and a desk, I'll finalise my drafted letter to inform the governor of the project at hand, and formally requesting him of Kaiu-san's workforce and material requirements.\"\n\nAs a passing thought, the Ikoma wished the Lion had its own Kaiu. Their engineering was second to none. Surely, a small skill trade can be arranged in the future? \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "The Crab ambassador had summoned the renowned engineer into the quarters, returning the respectful bow he had received. Akechi would listen to the engineers explaining what resources and personnel they would occupy to see their vision come to fruition. Indeed, he would have to induce at least a couple of reputable parties to aid in reconstructing the wall. He wasn't too unsophisticated in matters that required some convincing, having a method to get his way. \n\n\"It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance; as lady Zenmai-sama said, I'll be aiding you in what you'll need for the reconstruction. By the sounds of it, we'll need to contact the scorpion to see if they will hand us some bodies for this task. Another thing would be the supplies needed, there are a few avenues we could pursue, but I would like your input regarding it, Yoshitaka-Sama.\"\n\nHe said cordially, leaving the decision of the material and supplies they would utilize to the crab engineer, as he was the subject matter expert.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama's expression changed to one of skeptical surprise at Zenmai's agreeance with the demand. But if defense was a genuine concern of the Lion, coming to the Crab for help is a wise choice. \n\n\"Protection of assets and supply lines is a chief concern, this should hold true for more than just you or me. I'll have to talk to Shiba-san about an appropriate candidate for the role. And I believe after last week's conference that the Scorpion's... Leadership may be shifting. It may benefit us gathering materials and workforce while letting all the ambassadors know what the project is. I'll offer you a space to draft a letter to be sent to all the clans. Let me see the draft you intend to send to the ambassador's before its delivered and In the meantime, I'll try to request an audience with The Phoenix.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "zaenil", "message": "Zenmai thanked the Crab ambassador for the desk, the sake, and his assistance. \n\n\"Kaiu-san, I appreciate your expertise and assistance. Akodo-san will assist you in any way he can.\" Zenmai bowed to both crabs, then sat down to work on the letter. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "When Lady Zenmai finished her explanation, Yoshitaka would turn and offer a polite bow of the head towards the young lion warrior. A quarter master or logistician might've been more apt a choice for this particular job but, he would take what he could get. Besides, at the very least the young Lion seemed enthusiastic \"You need not worry of any recalcitrance Akodo-san, I am more than happy to grant all the input you could need. \"\n\nAs Zenmai moved over to the desk, Yoshitaka would turn his gaze back to his superior \"If I am no longer needed here Hida-Sama, I would like to see the wall in person so I can examine the damage closer, and if Lady Zenmai-Sama gives her leave, I would like Akodo-San to join me, would that be alright?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "The Lion would nod in agreement with the engineer; it would be best for him to see the site and, from there, determine the supplies required. Facing back toward his ambassador and giving her a respectful bow, the Lion made a request:\n\n\"With your permission, my lady, I will escort him to the wall. I assure you we will begin to arrange the necessary components to initiate the reparations.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	177	3,792
131.214286	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "geekadee", "message": "The meeting was over and work needed to be done. Yeong had to think carefully about what she could do from here. Truthfully, she wasn't versed in politicking and she wanted nothing to do with genteel talks in court. This Coalition had the potential to be volatile but it helped that they were at least given specific areas to focus on. \n\nThe issue now was the other Clans she was going to work with. Yeong didn't really have anything against the Dragon or the Phoenix clans. The overall outlook the Mantis held about them were something she understood but not accepted completely. She could only hope the two other liaisons stationed with her would be easy enough to work with.\n\nYeong gave a brief thought about it and decided to wait for the two delegates outside of the Crab Embassy. No better time to tackled the issue than the present. The least she could do was introduce herself to them. She wondered if they even had enough time for some niceties. \n\nWith that thought brushed to the back of her mind, Yeong waited until the Dragon and Phoenix representatives exited the embassy. It was a little forward of her to introduce herself in this way but she figured the Mantis reputation could excuse her lack of etiquette. She didn't want to waste her time sending letters to the other two.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "baronvark", "message": "Iemon exited, keeping an eye open for the other two delegates he was assigned to work with. At bare minimum they deserved to know what they were potentially getting themselves involved in with this expedition, especially to the Leatherworker's Quarter. With things so volatile already, further stoking the flames by having someone caught off guard by the less than pleasant welcome we stand to receive would not do.\n\nTo his surprise, he saw the Mantis waiting off to the side, perhaps she'd had the same thought that coming together with a unified approach would be beneficial? He hadn't known much about the Mantis Clan as a whole, but of the stereotypes he had heard, pragmatism seemed to be an accurate one. \n\nHe approached and bowed. \"It seems we will be working together for the foreseeable future. Hida-sama had said you were Yoritomo Yeong-san, if I recall correctly?\" While it hadn't been a formal introduction, at least their names were known to each other, saving a little bit of time for properly meeting.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "geekadee", "message": "Yeong saw the man approaching. Decked in his clan colors, he addressed her in a straightforward manner that she appreciated. \n\nYeong bowed in greeting. \"Yes, I am Yoritomo Yeong of the Hoji family. I've only recently arrived in Ryoko Owari Toshi and have been appointed as liaison for the Mantis. With events as it were, I thought it prudent to introduce myself as early as possible.\n\n\"You must be Shiba Lemon-san of the Phoenix clan,\" She said feeling redundant about pointing it out. \"I must admit I feel a little behind in terms of knowing the ins-and-outs of the city but I will do my best and hope to work well with you and the other Clans.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "baronvark", "message": "\"It is good to make your acquaintance, I have had the honor to serve as my Clan's ambassador for... Is it half a year now?\" Iemon felt it was closer to an eternity in some ways. \"Ins-and-outs will come with time, and I am sure you are more than capable to handle whatever the city may seek to throw our way.\n\n\"I agree, it is prudent to establish a good working relationship. Shared duty is a lighter burden when one is able to get along with those they serve with.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "geekadee", "message": "\"Though I have just freshly arrived in the city, I have been fortunate enough to have met a few of the local fishermen. Though it's too early to be optimistic about the assignment, I cannot be more pleased to be stationed in the Fishermans Quarters. \n\n\"As to the Leatherworks Quarters, I must admit I have yet to set foot in that particular area. In fact, I might do so after leaving the embassy. \n\n\"Would you happen to know of a particular area there that I should pay close attention to?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "baronvark", "message": "\"That is the other reason I had wanted to meet with both Hoshi-san and yourself. I am afraid that my presence and affiliation will cause us difficulties in the Leatherworker's Quarter. A former Phoenix Shugenja had used immensely poor judgment while assisting others in pursuit of a thief, calling down lightning in a flagrant display of misused power.\" Iemon kept his account of the incident to the simplest facts. \"Likely this incident added a great deal of fuel to the budding flame of unrest that had already been brewing.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "geekadee", "message": "Admittedly, Yeong had heard of rumors about a certain incident the moment she stepped into the dock. Snippets of an event that had something to do with a child. To hear Shiba Iemon speak of it himself brought home just how serious this was. It sounded like it had the potential to make things harder for them. \n\n\"That Does Sound like something we should take special note of. On a more positive thought, this could be the chance to smooth things out with the locals. If things become complicated, Hoshi-san and I would have to work to smoothen things out. I can't think of a better combination to tackle this area the way our Clans can.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kennyloggins", "message": "The doors to Hida Koyama's office slid open, and a monk wearing green and yellow robes of the Dragon Clan, stepped out. He bowed farewell to the remaining members within the chambers, and closed the doors.\n\nHoshi Senri looked up and locked eyes with Yeong and Iemon. He gave the two liasons a polite smile and a friendly bow in greeting. \n\"Hello there, it is a pleasure to finally meet you... Yoritomo-san, and... Shiba-san, am I correct?\"\n\nThe Dragon Monk held up a hand in prayer and respect, \"It is a pleasure to make both of your aqcuaintances. I am Hoshi Senri, a monk of the Dragon clan.\"\n\nHe glanced at both Yeong and Iemon with a expression of curiosity, \"How may I be of assistance to you both?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "geekadee", "message": "Yeong bowed back in respect and introduced herself. \"Good day, Hoshi-san. I am Yoritomo Yeong of the Hoji family, acting liaison to the Mantis for the Coalition. \n\n\"Shiba-san and I were just getting acquainted ang discussing our appointment in the Fishermans and Leatherworkers Quarters. I apologize for doing it here but I thought it was pertinent for me to get to know the other liaisons who I will be working with in that area as soon as possible.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kennyloggins", "message": "\"That is indeed a smart decision.\" The Dragon Monk took in Yeong's words and nodded.\n\n\"Though I am unsure about the Fishermans Quarters, many of my patients are from the Leatherworker's Quarters. I should have an easier attempt to investigate there.\"" }, { "author": "baronvark", "message": "Iemon bowed to the monk. \"It is a pleasure to be acquainted with you as well, Hoshi-san.\" Thankfully it seemed the monk had a likely positive reputation within the Leatherworker's Quarter. Koyama likely planned that intentionally, having the Phoenix working closely with one who already was shown as being invested in their community gives us a chance to build some positive feeling in cooperation. The Crab ambassador was without a doubt a capable administrator, not that Iemon had any previous reason to doubt that.\n\n\"I think this will be a most rewarding experience to work closely with the both of you, and am very grateful for the good fortune that has seen to us working together.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "geekadee", "message": "\"That's a great thing to hear, Hoshi-san. You see, we've been talking about certain issues regarding our jurisdiction. I have mentioned that I've had talk with some workers in the Fisherman's Quarters and the communication, though casual, have been positive. With you having acquaintances in the Leatherworker's side, I'm cautiously optimistic with the work we have ahead of us.\n\n\"Though Shiba-san is concerned with some complications regarding the Leatherworker's Quarters, I believe his presence would be a perfect middle ground for the three of us. Do the two of you have other concerns with our appointment together?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kennyloggins", "message": "\"I have no concerns.\" Senri shook his head. \"Perhaps I may find some throughout this endeavor.\"\n\nThe Monk awkwardly joked with a smile. He turned to Iemon,\n\"Let us hope that our actions going forward will be blessed by the Kami.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "baronvark", "message": "\"It is good that you feel so confident, Hoshi-san. I hope that between the public apology and renouncing of the offending former samurai's family name, in collaboration with these renewed efforts that Hida-sama is coordinating, will be enough to bring a little more peace and order to things here.\" Iemon responds to the monk, politely.\n\n\"May the kami bless and guide us all.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	119	1,837
268.166667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "australianemperor", "message": "Ukagahiko, began the letter for the formal meeting.\n\"To the Honourable Crab Clan, Defenders of the empire, shield of the nation,\nI, Bayushi no Rokugo Ukagahiko hereby ask for a formal meeting to discuss a possible trade agreement between our clans. If you would be so kind, I would like to hopefully set the time of the meeting to be after midday and lunch.\"\n\nHanding the letter to a messager, Ukagahiko told the younger gentleman \"By Bayushi himself, run like your life depends on it.\" The young gentlemen arrives short of breath at the Crab clan embassy" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The same breathless messenger returned to Ukagahiko with Umeo's response. The short window of time implied that the letter had been received and processed with efficiency. The missive sent by the Yasuki Auditor was written in practiced calligraphy, the curling letters leaning more toward precision than grace. The heavy paper, with a blueish tinge so mild as to be pastel, carried the scent of summer sunbeams - bright citrus notes wrapped in ginger and rosemary.\n\nBayushi no Rokugo Ukagahiko,\nI have received and approved your request for audience. I will expect your arrival during the hour of the goat, today. \|\|2-4p\|\| In order to give your request the attention it deserves, I would find it advantageous if you sent in advance any documentation that you would like to use to support your proposal. \nYasuki Umeo\nAuditor\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "australianemperor", "message": "Arriving with the trade agreement document in hand, along with a gift for Umeo. Dressed in his formal Scorpion clan Kuro-montsuki. Knocking on the door he waits for either a servant or lower ranking samurai to answer the door. Calmly he begins to re-read his document to ensure several things." }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The door to the Crab Embassy opened with a low, resonant creak, revealing a servant whose eyes met Ukagahiko's with a practiced blend of deference and scrutiny. \"Bayushi no Rokugo Ukagahiko, I presume? Yasuki Umeo awaits you. Please, follow me.\"\n\nUmeo sat at his desk, a sturdy construction of dark-stained oak, its surface adorned with scrolls, inkstones, and a meticulously arranged tea set. The room itself was a blend of Crab austerity and Yasuki opulence. Iron vases holding arrangements of chrysanthemums and irises stood on side tables, their petals a vivid contrast to the room's subdued palette. The scent of sandalwood incense mingled with the more earthy aroma of freshly brewed tea. As Ukagahiko entered, Umeo rose slowly, his movements imbued with quiet dignity. \"Bayushi no Rokugo Ukagahiko-san, welcome. I trust your journey here was uneventful?\"\n\nUmeo gestured to a cushioned seat across from his desk. \"Please, have a seat. I have prepared some tea, a blend of green and jasmine, a humble offering to set the tone for our discussion.\" Pouring the tea with practiced grace, Umeo's hands moved like a seasoned sailor adjusting the sails—each motion precise, each gesture exercising balance and control. The liquid flowed into the cups like a gentle stream finding its way through a tranquil garden, its aroma rising to fill the room.\n\n\"As you've come with documents, I assume you have a proposal in mind that requires more than casual conversation. I appreciate your preparedness. It speaks well of you,\" Umeo said, setting the teapot down. His eyes, dark pools of wisdom and experience, briefly met Ukagahiko's. The Crab's deep voice was imbued with the gravitas of a man who understood that words spoken in this room could reverberate through the halls of power across Rokugan when he asked, \"Shall we begin?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "australianemperor", "message": "Taking the cushioned seat across Yasuki Umeo bring forth two documents, handing over one in a smooth \"Greetings Yasuki-san, I thank you for accepting this meeting, this document is the prototype of the trade deal however it is subject to change during this meeting.\" \n\"I have brought more paper just encase the deal is not as desired. I remember that the medical opium is needed in the Crab clan lands, because of the shadowlands.\" Pointing to the item on the contract, moving onward. \"I have also added some other obligations for both the crab clan and the scorpion clan, as well as possible ways to lower the cost for the crab clan's obligation.\" Pointing to other items on the contract.\n\n\"If you have any suggestions I am willing to change the document to try to fit it. The second document that I have is a gift for you a calligraphic poem I made when I was a young samurai travelling through the crab clan, \" A calligraphic poem/art piece in the form of a Crab grabbing a fish is handed over to Yasuki Umeo.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo accepted the documents with a nod, his expression unreadable as stone. The weight of the paper between his fingers felt like the balance of a well-forged katana—substantial, promising, yet potentially dangerous. He placed the trade proposal on the desk, his fingers lingering on the edge of the parchment as if to gauge the depth of the insult hidden within its lines.\n\n\"Bayushi no Rokugo Ukagahiko-san, your journey into the art of calligraphy is commendable,\" He said, acknowledging the gifted poem politely. \"The Crab grasping the fish—an apt metaphor for seizing opportunity and asserting strength. I shall cherish this.\"\n\nHe then turned his attention to the trade document, his eyes scanning the text with the meticulous care of a master artisan inspecting his craft. It was a gambit, a test of his patience and acumen.\n\nUmeo's gaze lifted from the document to meet Ukagahiko's eyes. \"I see you have put much thought into this proposal,\" He said, his tone even, betraying none of the insult he felt. \"Indeed, the medical opium is a necessity for our warriors braving the Shadowlands. However, the terms presented here are... Unexpected.\"\n\nHe paused, allowing the word to hang like the final note of a shamisen's string plucked with too much force. \"Unexpected,\" He repeated, the word a veiled blade wrapped in silk. \"I shall need to discuss this with my superiors, of course. The Crab Clan values its alliances and trade agreements, ensuring they are built on mutual respect and benefit.\"\n\nUmeo rose, the rustle of his kimono the only sound in the tense silence. He moved to the window, looking out at the embassy's garden where the stone paths wound like the complex trade routes he managed. \"The scent of the earth after rain, the strength of iron, the resilience of wood—these are the essences of the Crab Clan,\" He mused aloud. Turning back to Ukagahiko, Umeo's face was a mask of polite diplomacy. \"I will retain this proposal for further review. You have given us much to consider, and it is only proper to give it the attention it deserves.\"\n\nHe walked Ukagahiko to the door, his steps measured, his posture the epitome of Crab dignity. \"I thank you for your visit and your... Illuminating offer. May your path be as clear and as straight as the blade of a katana. And may you always find the strength to bear the scents that accompany you, for they are as much a part of one's presence as the finest silk or the sharpest steel.\"\n\nWith that, Umeo slid the door closed with a soft click." } ]	206	1,609
300.529412	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "hida", "message": "Hida Koyama sat quietly in his office that, until recently, felt reasonably sized. It was, until he was asked by the Imperial Overseer to take charge of a Great Clan coalition and his office was filled with pillows he's hurriedly asked Hoshiko to buy before today's meeting. And now, two dozen or more brightly colored pillows sat in a semi organized mass in the middle of his office. \n\nHave Hoshiko commission 50 dozen slate gray pillows from a reasonably priced merchant in the bazaar. Koyama wrote on a piece of parchment. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Dealing with samurai of various clans almost always had a way of ending poorly and relations souring with those involved and With all the strife sitting beneath the surface of the city. It could prove disastrous. Still If a task is asked of a Crab, failure is not an option. \n\nSo there he sat. Steady and unwavering, waiting for his Samurai to arrive.\|\|" }, { "author": "baronvark", "message": "Iemon arrives, walking briskly to the Crab embassy from his own, the sleeves of his kimono reaching all the way to his wrists. He follows the servant and enters, bowing deeply to Koyama and taking whichever seat is gestured for him. \"I have chosen to represent the Phoenix for this endeavor, Hida-sama.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "geekadee", "message": "The Mantis Embassy, thankfully, was close to the Crab's. It didn't take long for Yeong to arrive. There was no time to appreciate the very practical architecture of the place as she was guided to the assembly hall by a harried looking attendant.\n\n\"The Mantis liaison has arrived,\" The poor man announced with forved vigor.\n\nIt was only then that Yeong entered the room. \"Yoritomo Yeong of the Hoji clan greets the Ambassador.\" She bowed low and waited for the due reply. \n\nOnce done, Yeong chose a zabuton to settle on, placed her daisho to her right, and noticed another presence in the room. With a nod directed at the man, she sat and waited for the meeting to proceed.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lynniara", "message": "Hikari was quick to answer the summons at the Crab embassy, even though she had only recently arrived in the city, she was used to living on the move. She greeted the servant politely, and was lead to the meeting area for this peacekeeping venture.\n\n\"Honored to make your acquaintance, you are Hida Koyama-Sama?\" She offered a deep respectful bow, showing her respect to Koyama, \"I am Iuchi Hikari.\" Her clan mon was clearly visible identifying her as a Unicorn representative. She settled where it was appropriate, and awaited the start of the meeting." }, { "author": "lokishere", "message": "It was a fairly quick walk for Junichi to make his way over to the Crab Embassy. He even had ample time to gather a few things from his office at Civil Hall to take notes. Unlocking his office door Junichi would retrieve a slim stack of paper, a brush, and a vial of ink and water to put into a small wooden and felt-lined case. He'd then lock up before finally heading toward the Embassy. \n\nIt was going to be the first time Junichi was able to meet with the Ambassadors of the Crab Clan, so he made it a point to look presentable. Junichi wore his pristinely clean, iconic, full-face mask that crested over comely slicked back midnight hair and the sides of his face. The mask was chaotically segmented into small squares, each set to its own varied level. Carved out on the face of the squares were eight tiny concave pinholes; being rather difficult to see unless one was studying the mask up close. Though the mask would take a new form when one could see it head-on. The segments would disappear to the eye making the mask show as one smooth plane revealing the inscription written on it. Some of the pinholes had red paint lining their edges, creating the kanji for \"True/authentic\" (真). He wanted to wear his best clothes, dawning his silken haori which proudly bore the mon of the Scorpion Clan at his back. Underneath was a deep red hakama with the gold embroidery of the Soshi family mons clearly displayed in the garbs' trimming. The hakama would tie down smoothly into the midnight black of his nagagi.\n\nTo complete the look he had strapped an empty black and gold sheath for a Wakazashi around the waistband of the nagagi that hung on the right side of his hip. The only other item of note he carried was his gift for the Ambassador: a jade talisman that had been fashioned into a low-hanging pendant suspended by a thin golden chain. Inscribed on it was the word \"Yakuyoke\" (厄除け) for warding against evil and ill fortune and to help prevent bad luck hindering one's goals. \n\nOnce he arrived at the Crab Clan Embassy Junichi would be guided back to the meeting room by the attending courtiers. With a polite bow to the staff he would enter inside and make his way toward the man at the head of the room. With a respectful bow, Junichi would introduce himself to the Hida.\n\n\"It is a pleasure to meet with you Ambassador Hida Koyama-Sama. I am Soshi Junichi, Ambassador of the Scorpion Clan. I look forward to working with you.\"\n\nRaising from his bow Junichi would present the gift he had brought for the Ambassador.\n\n\"A gift that I hope offers you the same peace of mind and protection that I know it has for me over the years. A jade Omamori Fashioned by my mother who still serves faithfully as a Miko.\" \n\nHe would go through the process of presenting the gift two more times before handing it off. Junichi would again bow to Koyama and make his way to the opposite end of the room, sitting across from the Ambassador taking his time in situating himself before the meeting started." }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Daiki did not know why he was here at the crab embassy. True, he knew the assignment, at least to the extent that the Crane had been informed. He also knew why the courtier originally tasked with the obligation had chosen to abdicate their responsibility. There had been an awful lot of flapping and feigned outrage that Daiki had questioned the matter, but in the middle of the courtier's scolding retort, an attendant had arrived and whisperer a little too loudly that the bath house was prepared for him. Daiki's best guess was that a foppish Crane with an inflated ego had deigned himself too important to attend to matters of the peasantry and had pulled aside the first samurai of lesser status to pawn the task off on.\n\nI'm not even a courtier. My place is in the dojo or in the forge. But apparently the baths couldn't wait.\n\nWhen a crab attendant had returned from escorting a previous arrival, Daiki caught their eye and bowed, offering a brief introduction and presenting the letter that had been shoved into his hands by the embarrassed dignitary before he has stormed off towards the baths.\n\nWhen he had finally arrived, he spotted the figure at the front and bowed once he was free to acknowledge Daiki's arrival. \"My thanks at being honored with the opportunity to serve the city. I am Doji Daiki, of the Kakita Duelist Academy and Sword Smithing School,\" He said, head still lowered. \"It is an honor, Hida Koyama-sama. Any clan that can produce craftspeople as skilled at the Kaiu smiths is worthy of respect.\"\n\nGlancing around, he could tell that he was horribly underdressed. His sea-blue haori was dark enough to hide some of the signs of the forge, but not all. Sooty smudges could be seen from coal dust at his elbows and even on a few locks of his hair. He had only been given enough time to prepare himself or prepare a gift. He had chosen the latter.\n\nReaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a small parcel of silk, unwrapping it enough to show its contents...\n\n\"A gesture of goodwill from the Crane,\" Daiki said, presenting a sturdy tanto. It was a unique design, and one he had only made occasionally. Its spine was thicker than usual. An experienced warrior would likely be able to identify it as a tool used for stabbing into the joints of armor and prying then apart for other attacks. He chose it for three reasons. For one, it was one of the few pieces he had on hand that was not spoken for. Secondly and more importantly though, it was unique enough an item that it would hopefully be seen as more of a curiosity or collector's piece for a weapons enthusiast than a practical gift, as the latter could be seen as an insult. Finally, it was stout and sturdier in appearance than most of his other work - something a crab might appreciate in addition to the precise craftsmanship. \n\nHanding the knife off to an attendant before making his way to the seat beside the scorpion and taking up a position to wait for the meeting to begin.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "saristabutler", "message": "Maeda arrived on the more risky end of reasonable, He walked into the room walking with with a very stiff posture and sharp movements.\n\n\"Hida-sama, I am Ikoma Maeda and i have been graced with this chance to represent the Lion in this matter. It is a pleasure to meet you\"\n\nPerforming his usual shallow yet polite bow e quickly excused him self to a seat close to a door. Once he is sat down and gave the Crab his full and rapt attention.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kennyloggins", "message": "At the gate of the Crab Embassy, Senri silently stood by a small shrine dedicated to the Kami Hida, praying and giving thanks. He looked up at the grand Crab Embassy building. Compared to the simplicity and modesty of the Dragon Embassy, the Crab Embassy was a sight to behold, with towers made mostly of stone and strategic fortifications based in its design. Though he had yet to see it, Senri could barely imagine how much larger and imposing the Carpenters Wall was.\n\n\"...-sama... Hoshi-sama!\" A voice brought Senri back from his thoughts. He looked to his side and saw a Crab Attendant, a well-built man in modest formal kimono, waiting impatiently with an scowl. \"We're honored that you've decided to join us and pray to our Kami. But would you PLEASE Follow me to Hida-sama's office?\"\n\n\"But of course.\" Senri smiled at the annoyed Crab servant. \"Forgive me, I get caught up in the thoughts when I think about the Kami and the Fortunes. And...\"\n\nSenri glanced up towards the towering Embassy, shielding his eyes from the sun peaking over the roof \"I would like to understand what type of people live under the Crab's shell.\"\n\n\"Huh? What do you mean by that, Hoshi-sama? Oi!\"\n\nWithout acknowledging the confused servant, Senri walked up to an exhausted-looking Ashigaru footman standing at the gate who seemed to be leaning on his Yari spear.\n\"Good morning, sir, but are you alright? Would you like some herbs to chew on for your hangover?\"\n\"Hoshi-sama!\"\n=====================\n\nSenri would then take his time through the Crab Embassy halls, stopping to talk every time he sees an attendant or a servant, to the Crab Attendant's chagrin.\n\nAfter every other Clan Liason had arrived, the sliding doors of Hida Koyama's flung open with a SLAP, where everyone can see a very frustrated Crab Attendant announce through gritted teeth, \"Intoducing... Hoshi Senri-sama of the Dragon Clan!\"\n\nSenri bowed his head and entered Hida Koyama's office. He turned to the attendant with a warm, grinning smile, \"Thank you for guiding me here, Iwatani-san. You are truly blessed by Kami Hida.\"\n\nThe attendant known as Iwatani glared at Senri with a scowl, then slid the sliding door shut a little too hard in his face. Those inside the office can hear Iwatani storm off with thundering steps. The Dragon Monk turned towards the assembly, and gave a deep bow.\n\n\"A pleasure to meet you, Hida-sama. I am Hoshi Senri; the representative of the Dragon Clan. A thousand apologies for my delay, Hida-sama. I seemed to have gotten lost in your Embassy, and your servants had to help guide me here.\" Senri lifted his head, revealing a changed expression. The cheery, polite smile had been replaced with a more stoic, calm demeanor. He made his way to the final zabuton that was available, and quietly kneeled while setting his Shakujō staff on the side. \"Please, continue. Do not let me interrupt.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama acknowledged the greetings and accepted all gifts courteously as he waited for the last of the Clans representatives to make it into the office. And waited for the door to shut quietly behind Iwatani before Addressing those in attendance.\n\n\"Representatives of The Great Clans, I appreciate your attendance for today's meeting. Forgoing some of the more banal platitudes I wouldd like to keep this meeting as brief as possible. You have been assigned to assist me in overseeing peace in the city. Otomo-sama, in his wisdom, has seen the tensions between the castes begin to strain the working relations we all have in maintaining the city's primary function the serve as a trading hub for the empire and Every Clan suffers from our follies. The coalition that has been entrusted in me is to prevent further turmoil and foster a coexistence that helps support all who live here and those who would be affected by our actions. For the benefit of all, we will succeed. Our biggest issue is the growing effort of some unsavory and unscrupulous Heimin that are using the discord to stir up a revolt. Somethin we'll need to contain. I believe the best way to accomplish this is to resolve the issues the heimin and hinin have. I want you to speak to the headmen in each quarter to get an understanding of what's going on and what we can do to assist.\"\n\nKoyama opens a case and Stands in front of the gathered Samurai. Inside are 8 badges. Imperial green and gold fabric lined theedge of the badge and the Imerprial seal sits in the middle of the slate made of embossed gold. Koyama call to the attending samurai to accept their badge and assignment.\n\n\"Shiba-san, Hoshi-san, Yoritomo-san, you three will be assigned to work the Fishermans/Leatherworkers quarters. \n\n Soshi-san, Ikoma-san, Doji-san, You three will be assigned the noble and licensed quarters.\n\nIuchi-san and I will handle The Merchants quarter and the Temple quarter. Do you have any questions before I continue?\" The Crab asked.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "geekadee", "message": "Yeong couldn't be more pleased at the location. The unrest regarding the river bandits was troubling enough that it had reached the ears of the Mantis Ambassador. After promising her to look into it via the fishermen along the river routes, this delegation felt fortuitous.\n\nYeong took her assigned badge, tied it onto her obi, and went back into her seat. She remained silent and waited for any other person to speak up. The concern she had was something she kept to herself. \n\nPersonally, she had no qualms about the other Clans. Crab and Unicorn were ones she could honestly work well with given the history and background of each one. The other Clans though? Yeong may not have had any issue with them personally but Mantis as a whole had a reputation and many of them not good. \n\nThey may have been given new Clan status in Rokugan but their memories as a minor clan still remained. So many believed they didn't deserve the promotion. These greater Clans may look down on them but none of the current generation knew how it was to claw your way to Great Clan status and hold it for however little they've had it since induction. \n\nThis Coalition could work. The Mantis being a mix of many clans was proof of it. Yeong wondered if there were any present here too proud to work for the peace though.\n\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lokishere", "message": "There wasn't anything Junichi had to say in regard to the pairings. He would politely keep quiet while waiting for the Ambassador of the Crab Clan to continue.\n\nSo it would be the Scorpion working with both the Lion and Crane to monitor the Noble and Licensed Quarters? It seemed they had the luck of the draw considering both areas were diligently monitored by the Thunder Guard. Hopefully, that would yield a larger network for them to immediately tap into. Not to mention both were areas easily accessible to the members of the Shisō Kakumei... It should prove quick work getting an assessment of the situation, and once the first reports were formed Junichi could begin working on informing the others of his organization.\n\nThough first...\n\nMisty gray eyes would drag between the Lion and Crane Clan delegates. Junichi would study both of them thoroughly, recalling the way they conducted themselves while greeting their host. The Crane was, well... A Crane; and a Swordsmith at that? Junichi could not say he was expecting that from the Clan renowned for their ready supply of Idealistic Courtiers, meaning they probably had very little interest in this endeavor. As for the Lion, Junichi could at best conclude he lacked any sort of real enthusiasm for the meeting. He should probably expect a certain degree of laziness on their behalf.\n\nHowever, that meant there was better potential for the Scorpion to stand out. It would appear his Clan was naturally in the best position to take leadership with a solid effort. Not to mention the triumvirate of their Clans meant an ample amount of resources to pull from. He truly couldn't complain. All Junichi could pray for was that this was a sign from the Kami that they were finally beginning to show favor on the Scorpion Clans' future. All there was left to do now was act." }, { "author": "baronvark", "message": "Iemon bowed in acknowledgement of the commanded area of focus. Of course, the Leatherworker's Quarter in particular is liable to be a sore spot. He inwardly sighed, But it is one that the Phoenix should indeed bear the brunt of, given the circumstances that have helped to make this situation all the more incendiary.\n\nThat he would be working with members of the Dragon and Mantis was a mild surprise to say the least. Apart from meeting their ambassador in passing, Iemon had not interacted with any of the Mantis in the city, and had only just met a Dragon monk on his last visit to the Licensed District regarding the goings-on in the underworld. This will be interesting." }, { "author": "kennyloggins", "message": "Senri scratched his beard as he listened to Koyama's speech. Though the mentions of trade were not something he had a interest in, the talk of castes and heimin and hinin brought him great worry. He had sat with many of the lower castes throughout his time in Ryoko-Owari and heard of their plights and concerns; most that he sympathized with and could not refute. Even some of the servants and attendants here within the Crab Embassy had expressed worry and concerns of their safety within the city.\n\nHe looked up as he was called to pick take his badge. As Senri stepped forward in front of Koyama, he hesitated before taking his badge. He was never a Samurai, and he will never will be. Was he truly worthy to pass judgement on those who were of lower status than him? Senri blinked, realizing that he had been simply staring at the badge. The Dragon Monk bowed his head, and took his Imperial badge.\n\nSenri returned to his seat, turning the badge in his hand. He gripped it and pocketed it within his robe sleeves. Now was not the time for doubt and worry; duty to the Empire came first.\n\nSenri looked towards Iemon and Yeong. He had previously interacted with both the Mantis and Phoenix with positive results, and now he hoped that this time would be no different.\n\nThe Dragon looked up towards Koyama as he asked whether anyone had any questions, raising his hand. When Koyama acknowledges him, Senri will nod his head and ask, \"Hida-san, does Otomo-san expect us to tackle these assignments by ourselves, or are we permitted to ask any retainers within our clan for help?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lynniara", "message": "The Iuchi gave a respectful bow, and nodded her understanding, but didn't ask any questions for the moment." }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "There was much to unpack as their host jumped straight into the matter at hand. Daiki had never been a fan of the platitudes and rituals of court, so the shortcut to the main course was a breath of fresh air for him. Still, it seemed to be a serious matter, and there was little time to revel in the relief of skipping the hollow pleasantries.\n\nSo the three hands of the emperor are to shake one another in cooperation today. Let us hope that goes smoothly. I have had good relations with the Lion in the city... The Scorpion though...\n\nThe only real conversation he had had with the emperor's underhand was with a rather ostentatious young woman who had lied through her teeth - and quite brazenly.\n\nDespite his misgivings, he turned to Lion and Scorpion alike and nodded as politely as the brief moment in the meeting would allow. As Koyama opened the floor to questions, Daiki politely coughed and took to his feet.\n\n\"Hida-sama,\" He said, lowering his head in a deep but brief bow before continuing. \"I had a question as well. With those badges, am I to understand that we are being deputized as magistrates for the purposes of our investigation - with all of the responsibilities and authority of the title?\" It was not a question asked of eagerness. Indeed, his jaw was firm as he awaited reply. Daiki had never been deputized in such a manner, and while it came with its perks, but as with any duty, the honor was a double-edged sword.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "saristabutler", "message": "Maeda gave a short but stiff nod of his head upon hearing this news before the roar of questions began, He glanced briefly across those asking the questions briefly wondering if the responsibility had given them pause or fear.\n\n\"Hida-sama, in this sea of questions i simply wish to thank you for the honourable duty you have bestowed upon my clan and myself\"" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama waited for everyone to accept their badges and listened to their questions. It was clear that they we're taking the role with the care and caution it deserves. While he held no great delight in collaborating. It was the a logical choice to make on the side of the overseer and for all his internal reservations, this was a promising start. \n\n\"You are permitted to ask you fellow clansmen for help but this is to provide information and counsel but maintain discretion. I will say this plainly: We are to here to ensure the prosperity of the city and secure peace but not as magistrates. The badges are meant to deter questions and let samurai know you're on Imperial business. You aren't deputized to act on anything that would upset that unless you are imperiled or it is discussed with me. If you and those amongst us find a threat that cannot be handled with our current numbers the plan should be to relay this information to me and we can devise accordingly, You are allowed to investigate anything you deem suspicious but we will not reduce ourselves to wanton mayhem. There have been far too many reports as of late of Samurai abusing their station and those reports on top of the growing resentment of the lower castes is the reason this coalition was established. If this continues to fester this city will have a reckoning that will leave the entire empire worse for it.\" Koyama said, scanning the crowd.\n\n\"What we know about the growing situation is a man calling himself \"Haku\" Has been holding meetings around the city trying to drum up support for his cause of civil unrest by attempting to portray the samurai caste as killers and oppressors. We'll need to work with as many of the neighborhoods as possible to track them down and squash this before revolt is inevitable. Keep me up to date on any progress and unless you have more questions, you are dismissed.\"\n\|\|\n\n\|\|`Yo . Do you guys want to actually get to know each other IC or Just head straight into the Features?`" } ]	280	5,109
228.555556	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "asurasura", "message": "It was only just after daybreak when the early morning peace at the Crab embassy was brought to a close. In the lingering darkness of the morning, the ashigaru at the gate were swiftly approached by a pair of mounted samurai in threadbare traveling clothes. The speed with which they rode forth would have been an alarming thing for any peasant, if not for the proud Falcon mon emblazoned on the fading fabric of their garb. Rather than be rebuffed by the guardsmen as visitors from a different clan might have been, the hardy ponies each were seated upon were led into the courtyard without delay, such that they could be watered and tended to.\n\n\"Remind me, who is it that oversees this embassy?\" The lead rider inquired of one of the ashigaru as she dismounted her steed, moving with purpose to assist her companion in doing the same.\n\n\"Hida Koyama-sama, samurai-sama. It is still quite early, should I see to fetching—\"\n\n\"You should have Already Seen fit to fetch him when we arrived. See it done now, and have a healer brought as well. Our hunt was not as successful as we had hoped.\"\n\nIt was only the grunt of effort that accompanied the second rider's dismounting, and the rivets of blood that dribbled down onto the cobbles below that seemed to drive the realization in for the young watchman, who hurried off to alert the necessary embassy staff of the situation. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama walked with purpose to the Medical area where a young Shugenja and several eta We giving the two samurai an examination as well as checking them for Abnormalities. He walked into the tent and approached the one acknowledged as the duo's leader. \n\n\"You have called for me. What has happened here, Toritaka-san? The Guardsman mentioned a hunt.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "Within the tent, the two women were offered much-needed solace in the form of aid. The elder of the two seemed to have little in the way of injury—if anything, the once-over only seemed to agitate her. Her younger companion was in a far different state of affairs. The light plating she wore as armor had been crunched inwards around her abdomen, particularly around the seven or eight large puncture marks that wept blood. An imaginative soul might consider the possibility that a pair of inhumanly large jaws had bitten down on the whole of her torso. Veterans of the wall might not need to imagine such a fate. \n\nThankfully, it seemed her armor did well enough in preserving her life, though it offered little comfort as the hinin went about their duty of removing shattered iron and leather from her savaged chest and stomach. The occasional snarl did not seem to bother the second of the pair, however, who stood to attention and offered a respectful bow to the ambassador as he entered.\n\n\"I did. I am Toritaka Kurumi, an exorcist attached to the Phantom Hunters. My yojimbo and I were in the area investigating rumors of a potential infestation of malignant spirits—something I am sure you have heard working its way through the city's lower classes.\"\n\nKurumi's demeanor remained stoic as her eyes glanced towards her kinswoman as the healers worked her over.\n\n\"As you can see by her state, the rumors had merit. We were set upon by gaki in the foothills north of the city.\"\n\nFinding resolve in the horrors she had known, she returned her gaze to the towering ambassador before continuing.\n\n\"It is not uncommon for gaki to slip their bonds and escape the Realm of the Hungry Dead. Usually exterminating those who cross over is easy enough. But this... The sheer number we encountered is indicative of more than a mere thinning of the threshold between. I have reason to believe someone may have worked to purposefully invite the gaki to Ningen-do.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama expression darkens. Gaki making it to the realm of humans is not unheard of, but to willingly bring them here is far more nefarious. Any pleasantries were replaced with the stoic fierceness the Crab are known for.\n\n\"Come with me, Kurumi-san.\" He voiced, cold as stone as he turned to the Kuni. \"I want an updated report her condition to me as soon as you are able.\" \n\nWith that, Koyama moved back to his office with a palpable tension growing around him. Once in his office, scarcely offered a seat before Moving to his standing table and grabbing a cylindrical case from a collection, spilling is contents across the table. It was a map of the area around the city with small notations made of previous sightings and skirmishes with things not known to the common folk or even most of the Ranking Crab here in the city. \n\n\"I need a full report Kurumi-san. Where, When, How many, What led you to believe this was manufactured? Anything that you believe will help.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "The Toritaka offered little argument as she was led further into the Crab embassy, leaving her subordinate in the capable hands of the embassy's healers. Once within the privacy of the ambassador's office, the battle-scarred shugenja wasted little time combing over the provided maps and charted, her steely grey eyes lingering across different sections to the north of the city proper. A thin, calloused finger rose to gently tap the parchment at a section of the map where the elevation began to climb and the civilization ceased encroaching on the foothills beyond. \n\n\"We were around here. The few locals we managed to speak with indicated that the old footpaths leading up into the mountains were unsafe. Bad omens. Dead animals. A few disappearances among the village youths. Not uncommon for this type of infestation—gaki are ravenous, but not courageous. They like to pick off stragglers.\"\n\nShe sighed, expressing a level of exasperation in the soft gesture. \n\n\"But this wasn't a common infestation. We went hunting through the foothills at dusk, hoping to find our prey before they found us. Were it only one or two spirits, we might've managed to end it there. But we were swarmed by at least a dozen.\"\n\nThe exorcist shook her head.\n\n\"That kind of incursion isn't natural. The barrier between realms thins under Lord Moon's gaze, but a dozen gaki? Not even the darkest of nights would allow for so many to slip through. The only explanation is that something—or someone—is purposefully trying to thin the threshold. Were I able to muster a more significant force, I might be able to lead an expedition to prove it. Unfortunately, my only companion is now indisposed.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama's concern deepened. It would not do to have a massive incursion of gaki sepecially this far from the wall. Though of no fault of our own the Crab would be blamed as a fabricated reason to prevent some deal or break an alliance. The importance of this matter being done as quickly and completely as possible was not lost on him. But while we had a decent amount of manpower, they were not warriors and the few we had could not be relinquished for a mission that could take a week or more. \n\n\"I have a few soldiers that could be spared though most are inexperienced in fighting Gaki with large numbers and unfortunately, our only shugenja is leading our medical unit. What do you believe will be required?\" Koyama asked, a creeping feeling of dread he refused to let reach his face.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "\"Ideally? More reinforcements from my kin back at Shiro Toritaka. I do not wish to disparage the ashigaru under your command, but I am sure we are both familiar with the outcome of sending inexperienced soldiers against the incorporeal. Such spirits require a seasoned sort to successfully defeat.\"\n\nThe veteran shugenja rested her weight onto the balls of her feet, leaning her weight backward such that she could glance thoughtfully across the whole of the maps Koyama had spread out across his desk.\n\n\"That would take time, however. Even the fastest messengers must move with care through the Shinomen. The longer we go without acting, the longer whoever has manufactured this crisis has to worsen things. Are there clans within the city who might be willing to lend aid? I fear the words of a lowly Minor Clan would go unheard by the powers that be. The Crab, however, are a much harder voice to ignore.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Displeasure was clearly etched in the Ambassador's visage. Having to ask for help for such an endeavor made bile rise in his throat and the people best suited for the issue to assist weren't exactly reliable in one aspect or another. Koyama balled his fist in frustration. Some serviceable members have already left to return to Kaiu Kabe and what we've received in return aren't proper combatants. We would need a few shugenja and several people to defend them. \n\n\"I will approach the great clans about this.\" Koyama said resolutely. \"I will join you personally, I refuse to condemn anyone from another clan to a fate I wouldn't join them in. I'll send a missive to the clans. I'll have the force you need within 3 days. We'll move then. Make your necessary preparations.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "There was a skepticism to the Toritaka's expression as she listened to Koyama's plan. One that was undoubtedly garnered by experience—few local lords were liable to part with their valuable retainers in order to assist the Falcon in their hunts against forces from beyond the veil. Why would Ryoko Owari Toshi be any different?\n\n\"Your assistance is appreciated, Hida-sama. I will see to my sister in the meanwhile. If the Fortunes favor us, her injuries will not be as severe as I fear, and she might manage to join this expedition,\" The Phantom Hunter offered a bow of respect, \"Will that be all you require of me?\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	193	2,057
257.571429	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "It was Miu who set foot on the ground of the Crab embassy. In her hand had been a well written and sealed letter, a bit crumpled up as the grand being underestimated her strength ever so often. Normally she'd radiate energy, bring a smile to the conversation and her manes would resonate with that. The only thing grand about her today was her vibrant red hairs. She had looked beyond beaten as the bruise on her jaw and face had frightened anyone, even the crab. \n\nMiu had been unable to speak and therefore when she went to gesture for an attendant she would show a tiny note \"I wish to seek wisdom from the ambassador\" Her writing demanded for her. But there was no attendant yet. Maybe a guard soon. Miu would be patient. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "It would not be long before someone hurried to intercept the thoroughly bruised Lion. A pair of servants, nondescript in their bearing, approached her and took her tiny note. Looking at each other after reading it, there was a moment's hesitation before they bowed and immediately led her inside the main building. If the giant shugenja knew her way around the Crab Embassy, she would realize that she was not being taken to the Ambassador's office. Instead, she would be led in the opposite direction towards Umeo's office. \n\nOnce inside, she would see the walls were lined with different maps. Each one showed a different trade route, or the local imports and exports of a region, or which paths were more dangerous than others. A large desk crafted from dark wood was covered in meticulously arranged stacks of papers and scrolls. The diplomat sitting inside was small for a Crab, but large and solidly built from the perspective of most people. Today, he wore a simple grey kimono accented with a bracelet of jade bells that remained strangely silent. \n\nLooking up at the beaten Lion as she was escorted in, Umeo frowned. \"How may I help you, Kitsu-sama?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "The frown would've been returned. She did not know this man nor had she seen him before. She wished to introduce herself but all she could do was bow down. He knew she was Kitsu so speaking more words than necessary wasn't the case today. \"I apologize.\" She barely articulated as the bruise on her face spoke book works. A jaw broken. She seemed in pain but clearly tried to hide it. She would hand him over the note, her letter still in her other hand. Hesitantly she would place it beside the note. \n\nIt was neatly written. \"I wish...\" She paused as the sucking of her teeth exclaimed the pain it caused her. \"Elabor...\" She was hoping he'd hand her a paper right now so she could make clear what she wanted besides the already written statement and notes. \n\n\"Please.\" She asked. \n\nWhy was she trying this again? Because she was mad that's why. She felt left behind, alone, she wanted help but didn't know why. She wanted justice. She wanted a foot to stand on. Something like that. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "First, the broad-shouldered merchant slid his instruments of writing across the desk to the badly battered Kitsu. While the shugenja wrote her elaboration, Umeo caught the attention of a servant and asked, \"Could you summon the Kuni, please? Tell him that we have need of his medical skills, and prayer may be in order.\" To the servant's credit, they bowed low and left silently. Miu may not have even seen or noticed them, trained as they were to act like another of the room's furnishings.\n\nAfter the servant had left, Umeo turned his full attention to the muscular war shugenja. He was interested in what she was going to say... Or at least write.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Miu hadn't given the servant a glance. She would nod her head towards Umeo after he offered her something to write with. Her handwriting was rather elegant compared with what she represented. The words would read \"The letter explains what happened. I am unable to speak due to a battle with an unexpected opponent, it shattered my jaw from what my medical knowledge tells me.\" Miu would flip around the paper as her handwriting was big as a matter of fact. \n\n\"But with the absence of Hida Koyama-dono please go ahead and read it.\" She would place down the paper and the writing tools carefully, making sure not to spill ink. \n\nIf Umeo were to open the letter it would explain the field work they had been doing, seeking out a cult, not elaborating too much on the cult part however. The letter wrote how Miu was forced to protect a frozen Hida, first from an attack by the heretics. After that Miu was left alone fighting a bear all by herself, taking damages that hurt not only her physical body but her soul as she is unable to commune with the kami now. She is here because she seeks answers to such behavior. Clearly stating that she felt left behind by the crab clan, unable to take support from their samurai.\n\nMiu would remain silent. Was this enough for her to understand? Was this enough to soothe her anger? \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo read the letter, his face controlled. Then, he set the letter down and looked again at the swollen face of the wounded priestess. A shugenja who had been wounded in the line of duty because a Crab failed to do their job, no less. \"I see,\" Was all the man said before pulling out a sheet of paper of his own. This was a problem. Unfortunately, Umeo solved problems. He began to write.\n\nAfter a few tense moments, he stood with help from his polished black cane. The limping steps were accentuated by the silence of his office. The ornate jade bells around his wrist jingled only slightly as he passed the letter to a servant. Perhaps Miu's hearing was sharp enough to hear Umeo, \"Send this message to the leadership back home. Post it with haste, they'll want to know.\" Then, just as slowly as he walked to the door, he made his way back to his cushion. \n\n\"On behalf of the Crab, I apologize for this lapse in duty. I have set in motion the necessary consequences.\" His voice was slow and controlled. He was not without emotion, however. This affair was truly unfortunate. He had liked talking to the giant yet somehow fragile gardener, and her own brother should have known better. She had been deemed unfit for battle. She had been given the job of Courtier because all she had left in her was words, damnit! \n\n\"In consideration of the years of complimentary service she performed before the wall broke her spirit, Hida Hikari-san will be given the opportunity to cleanse this shame from her family in the traditional manner. As the offended party, you may make a case for immediate execution... If it is your wish for her family to share her shame as well.\" As he waited for her answer and the Crab's shugenja to arrive, he slid the pen and a fresh piece to write on to the large Lioness.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Miu undid her bandages ever so slightly, giving her jaw more space. \"I wish not for her family to suffer consequences.\" Her speech was muffled, she was struggling but felt like this had to be said in person. A slight sigh in between the words. Miu did not wish for death and such a thing had to be spoken, not written. After all she pitied the crab. The wall had been an honorable duty. \n\n\"Nor do I wish for her execution. I would not forgive myself if something was caused by bad luck and a shattered mind.\" Miu paused again, adjusting her jaw. She did not use it but opening her mouth more made her capable of speaking at least. \n\n\"But please. Do not put her on the field anymore. Not like this. It is all but fair. Let her retire to the countryside. Let her be your craftsman, let her be of use to prove herself, but never in battle, never in combat.\" The shugenja would brush back her hairs. Her golden eyes would speak the truth and truth only. \n\n\"My wish is for her to retire. Pass on to Yomi of old age. I wish not to dishonor somebody who fought for me on that wall, that happened to be a bit weaker to the mind than expected. Bishamon told me to help the weak find their honor.\" Those were the last words Miu spoke before tying down her jaw again. She just wanted answers, an apology, to do what was best. She wanted to trust them again. \n\n\|\|" } ]	243	1,803
335.818182	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo's desk was made of stained and polished black walnut, the panels masterfully aligned along the woodgrain. There were neither embellishments nor engravings, but the quality was unmistakable. The merchant's desktop was a grid of precise stacks of documents and scrolls sorted by purpose, priority, shape, and size. Rough maps, as many nautical as terrestrial, adorned the office's walls. Their spidery ink lines traced the currents of trade that flowed under his watch. \n\nUmeo leaned over the hardwood desk, fingers tracing the edges of documents to ensure perfect alignments. His eyes occasionally paused on a specific stack, and he would reach out to inspect a document long enough to jot down a few notes. The crisp shuffle under Umeo's fingers and the scratching of his stylus were all that could be heard. \n\nA nearby low table held a tea set, two empty cups sitting in wait. Soon enough, he would have a visitor." }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would have spent the time before her meeting with Yasuki Umeo preparing to make a proper first impression. Ensuring her hair was done up properly, no errant strands of hair out of place, her perfume applied in a moderate amount to be present but not overpowering. Dressed in a fine robe of Crab blues, the trim of her long sleeves a darker blue, with carp embroidered on her sleeves and robes as if they were swimming in a pond. The Crab mon over her heart as always. Nodding to herself, she would pick up a small book and make her way to Umeo's office.\n\nA servant would arrive, announcing her arrival to Umeo. While expected, it would be impolite to intrude on the man without his approval. The small courtier was a little nervous, hoping she had spent her time before this sufficiently to get as familiar with the city as she could before being given her duty here.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo glanced up as the servant entered. The Crab samurai's expression was one of calm authority, \"Please, show Yasuki Ariko-san in.\" Umeo took a moment to stand and straighten his deep indigo kimono as the servant bowed and retreated to fetch Ariko. The door slid open, and Yasuki Ariko entered. Umeo observed her as she approached, noting her careful attention to appearance and etiquette. Her nervousness was palpable, yet she carried herself with a poise that spoke of her training and upbringing.\n\n\"Yasuki Ariko-san, welcome,\" Umeo greeted her with a small bow before returning to his chair. \"Please, have a seat.\" He gestured towards the low table with the tea set. \"I understand you have recently completed your gempukku. Congratulations. You have been assigned to assist me here in Ryoko Owari Toshi. This city is a complex web of alliances, trade, and intrigue. Your role here will be challenging, but I believe it will also be an invaluable learning experience for you.\"\n\nUmeo paused, allowing his words to sink in. \"My expectations are high, but I am here to guide and mentor you. I am thorough in my methods and will expect the same level of dedication and attention to detail from those who work with me. I find incongruities distracting, and it would ease our time together if you kept yourself as presentable as you are now while we are on duty.\"\n\n\"The ability to maintain an appearance suitable to hold our family name is not a problem that I expect to be having with you,\" The broad-shouldered merchant said approvingly. It was obvious that the young courtier had scored a point with him already, \"Tell me, what are your aspirations, and how do you hope to contribute to our efforts here?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would bow deeply to the courtier, as is appropriate for her station and Umeo's, only rising once her direct superior had risen. \"Thank you Yasuki-sama. I am eager to learn all I can while serving performing my duty for the clan here in Ryoko Owari Toshi.\" Ariko would gracefully adjust her long sleeves, sitting across from Umeo after being invited to join him, listening to the man intently as she matched the older courtier eyes.\n\n\"Of course, I hope to be of service and asset to our clan while I am here.\" She would reply promptly, eager to prove herself and that she was capable. \"I am still learning my way here amongst the city, and have spent time exploring and meeting other samurai while here. Amongst the Unicorn clan primarily. I hope to soon prove myself capable of easing the burdens on your shoulders, whether that be working with the Unicorn clan or the other clans here.\" Ariko's eyes would be bright and her words genuine as she expressed her desire to prove herself.\n\n\"I also wished to provide a gift to you, Yasuki-sama.\" Ariko would add after saying her piece, taking out a small box from within her sleeves and presenting it to the elder courtier. The box would have some etchings of Crabs and Carp on the sides and be slightly bigger than the size of a book, and once opened would indeed have a book inside. \"This contains the stories, thoughts and reflections of one of the samurai who helped Yasuki Taka-sama turn Friendly Traveler Village and their sake works into what it is known for today. My sensei provided me this on my gempukku, and I would be honoured for you to have it.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "After the token refusals, Yasuki Umeo acknowledged Ariko's gift with a nod and a small smile. \"I appreciate bits of history like this — small and easily forgotten are the stones that send ripples through the river of history. Learning to see the world from many perspectives and appreciating that different people think differently can take you very far in this life.\" \n\nThis new courtier's posture and comportment continued to show an appreciation for the expectations of her position. It was a Good sign, in Umeo's assessment of the girl. \"You seem to have anticipated your first duties here. Building connections is a wise move. As such, I would have you meet and get to know the personality and perspective of each of the figures of note in the city. Start with the Unicorn and the Mantis. They are our allies and key players in the city.\"\n\nAs he spoke, he pulled three wooden puzzle boxes from within his desk and set them in front of the petite courtier. Each box was carved in a similar style, and the geometric mosaic of the inlaid marquetry was the same for each. \"This assignment is a large endeavor. I do not expect you to finish it in its entirety before the Summer heat arrives. I trust your Sensei provided you with the tools to understand why this is a valuable enterprise and that you will grow through its implementation.\" \n\nHe slowly opened the largest of the three boxes facing her, and immediately noticeable was the shine of the highly polished necklace. The room around the young samurai-ko almost seemed to brighten with the reveal. \"It will not be your only duty while you are here. But it is your first, and one that will be ongoing as we face the many obstacles that this city chooses to set before us. These boxes contain two gifts and the first step of your assignment.\"\n\nTiny bells of jade inlaid in silver and copper were strung between teardrops of sapphire and lapis. The dainty chain holding the piece together was composed of alternating links of white and yellow gold. As the necklace moved, it rang with a sound that could be described as the light staccato of snow on a frozen lake... Played by the spirit of Lady Doji on an ethereal koto made of her forgotten daydreams. The other boxes held similar strands. Matching pairs of bracelets and anklets joined the necklace, their inlaid jade bells tinkling a melancholy song of winter winds and campfires long cold. \n\nThe broad-shouldered auditor gave her time to absorb the magnitude of the gift and work her way through the ritual of denials before accepting it. \"There is beauty in song, and there is mindfulness in silence. Both have their places, and this will teach you the grace to choose when you are to be surrounded by either. That is the first gift, and as for the second... When you have mastered the lessons that this gift teaches, you will receive a portion of my stake in the merchant that provided it.\" Umeo concluded with an almost dismissive nod of his head. He neither acknowledged that he was giving her a set of jewelry suitable for a Daimyo, At least an Ambassador, or that the lesson that he was referring to was how to move unheard and unnoticed. \n\n\"I had them commissioned through a local merchant. Their storefront is a small family affair, only noteworthy due to the extensive network of untapped artisans they seem to have snared. I began to invest in this holding after it was brought to my attention by a Unicorn Shugenja. Ide Khulan is her name, and I will very much enjoy reading your exhaustive report on her.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko was relieved when Umeo smiled at her gift after accepting it, pleased she had not ruined her first impression with the selected gift for her superior. She would not at Umeo's words. \"I concur, Yasuki-sama. The viewpoints of others can often lead to unexpected knowledge that could always be of use.\"\n\nShe would carefully take in Umeo's words as he told her what was expected. Getting closer with the Unicorn and Mantis. Thankfully, she had already spent a decent amount of time making contacts amongst the Unicorn clan so that would help her. She had not met any amongst the Mantis yet though, and that would be something she would have to rectify. \"The Unicorn and Mantis. Of course, Yasuki-sama. On top of the duties I am provided, I will see what I can do to meet more from those clans and foster the relations I have already created amongst the Unicorn.\"\n\nThe woman would focus on the words Umeo was saing as he brought out three boxes, the courtier surprised he would have something for her, but not letting that override her focus on his words. That would change once she saw What* Was inside the boxes, and the young courtier would let her composure slip for a moment in surprise as she realized what Umeo was giving her. To her credit, she would quickly recover and hide her surprise as she went through the token refusals as proper protocol required.\n\n\"You honour me greatly with this gift, Yasuki-sama. I will do all I can in my duty to ensure I do not fail to live up to your expectations.\" The courtier would bow deeply, thankful for the brief moment to hide her face as she felt a pit building in her stomach at the magnitude of what Yasuki Umeo had given her and what she had to learn to do. She suspected she would be known as the jingling Crab within the next week. Rising from her bow, she would focus back on the last of Umeo's words, a more focused look appearing on her face as she considered her task.\n\n\"Ide Khulan. Not a shugenja from the Unicorn I have had the honour to meet her as of yet. I will meet her and report to you once it is done.\" She would respond as she considered the situation. Making an excuse to meet her might be difficult with her fresh role here but perhaps she would not need to. Giving Umeo a inquisitive look, she would tilt her head slightly.* \"Yasuki-sama, are there any spiritual matters the Crab or yourself have interest in that the Unicorn may be able to assist with or have knowledge on?\" Umeo clearly wanted to see what she could gather about this shugenja on her to see how capable she was, so asking about her would be a fatal mistake, but that didn't mean she couldn't hit two birds with one stone in having a reason to speak to her and assist the Crab in any pre-existing things.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo sat behind his immaculate desk—distant laughter filtered in from outside, floating in the still air. Umeo's fingers ceased their habitual straightening of documents, and he leaned back, his eyes momentarily closing as he collected his thoughts.\n\n\"A new Kuni has arrived in the city,\" He began, opening his eyes to fix Ariko with a measured gaze. \"While our own senior staff is taking care of orienting the boy, it wouldn't hurt to facilitate camaraderie between the two.\" He paused, a hint of concern on his face. The diplomat would prefer to keep an open mind, but having a Kuni nearby was like having a cooking fire on a sailing ship: Vital but dangerous. \"You might consider making introductions down the line. However, your introduction to Ide Khulan will be at my own hand.\"\n\n\"I will give you the evening and morning to practice walking. Tomorrow, you shall meet me at a shop on Jade Street.\" His expression was serious as he continued, \"There, we are to meet with the Ide at Jewelled Stars. I want to begin the process of formalizing and increasing our investment, and I have been hearing troubling rumblings from the area.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "\"Kuni Kobe-sama and I have already had the chance to meet, Yasuki-sama.\" Ariko would respond carefully trying to keep any emotions off her face as she did so, but for an experienced courtier like Umeo would likely be quite visible. Her experiences with the shugenja had been mixed - he seemed more sociable and gregarious than most Kuni she had heard about or met, but that bird. That damnable bird that had ruined her evening the other day. She was unsure how Kobe could be so content and pleased around it, and part of her wondered if that said plenty about the Kuni. It wouldn't do to avoid the man though, and she had offered to assist with some music for him if he wished. The last thing she could do was refuse it now unless duty required.\n\n\"I met him upon arriving in the city and introducing myself to Hida Koyama.\" She was surprised Umeo was giving her the introduction to Ide Khulan on his own, expecting that to be part of a test of her capabilities. The fact it was being put in her lap made her wonder if getting a read on the Ide was going to be much harder than expected. \"Of course, Yasuki-sama. I will-\" Her eyes would quickly glance to the gifts Umeo had given her unintentionally, still shocked at the gifts. \"Spend my time getting used to them and will be ready to venture out with you to Jade Street when you are ready.\" Not much time to look into the woman and prepare a gift, Ariko would have a busy evening and afternoon to prepare for this. \"Is there anything I should be aware of concerning our investment beforehand, or am I to gather that information on my own at the meeting?\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo straightened documents on his desk. He took a moment to observe Ariko, noting her careful attention and the subtle glance towards the gifts he had presented her earlier.\n\n\"Good,\" Umeo began, his voice resonating with a calm authority that seemed to fill the room. \"I would say that simple attentiveness should be sufficient moving forward.\" He leaned slightly forward, the light catching the thoughtful expression on his face. \"You are, of course, encouraged to ask questions when appropriate. We are learning in the field, after all.\" He gestured towards the documents sprawled before him, each representing a piece of the intricate puzzle that made up their duties here in Ryoko Owari. \"It would not do for my assistant to flounder around like some lost pupil.\"\n\nAs he spoke, the bustling sounds of the city could barely be heard over the tranquility of the room. \"Our endeavors here require a delicate balance of knowledge and intuition. Your interactions with Ide Khulan, and how you navigate the complexities of our investment on Jade Street, will serve as valuable lessons in both.\"\n\n\"The meeting will be an opportunity for you to apply these principles firsthand,\" Umeo concluded, his eyes locking with Ariko's in a moment of silent communication. \"Prepare well, Yasuki Ariko-san. Our actions tomorrow could shape the future of your endeavors in the city. Unless you have further questions, you are dismissed. Enjoy the rest of your evening.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "The young Crab would take Umeo's words carefully, some of the earlier shock and dread at the expectations on her still there but also a sense of excitement. No, perhaps it would be better say an eagerness to have purpose here and a chance to prove she could accomplish her duty. She would shake her head.\n\n\"Those are all my questions at this time, Yasuki-sama. I shall disturb you no longer and make full use of the time you have given me.\" She would bow deeply to Umeo, and hold it for a few moments before rising when appropriate. \"Fortunes bless your evening, Yasuki-sama.\" Having been dismissed, the Crab would carefully collect the gifts she had been given and leave Umeo's office as gracefully as she could.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The door closed behind Ariko. Shakily, Umeo stood with the help of a thin walking stick he had left lying at his feet. At times like this, he understood how he could be mistaken for an aging man past his prime. His pained shuffling brought him to his maps. There was something afoot. Something was wrong. There was a problem that had been hinted at but was yet to be named. \n\nUmeo would get to the bottom of it." } ]	298	3,694
173.809524	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "hida", "message": "Hiruma Takashi sat In reception area of the Crab Embassy. His long hair, down from it's normal chonmage into a loose tie that landed between his shoulder blades. His attire, what he had considered formal, was casual here: deep-gray hakama with a Jade Green kimono over top. He felt over dressed but knew as he walked through the city that he would fit right in.\n\n\"Are you alright, Hiruma-sama?\"\n\nTakashi reflexively reached for his tanto but stayed his own hand as he recognized Hosiko-san's voice.\n\n\"Yes, Oba-san. I've a whole route and selected places of interest for them to visit and get a feel for the city.\" He nodded, proud of the work he'd put in for this.\n\nHoshiko smiled and bowed\n\n\"Good Luck, Hiruma-sama.\" The old woman toned as she walked away.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "Aida walked back into the embassy seeming much more at peace than his initial entrance. Looking at hiruma he made a note to himself to perhaps seek more formal attire when he found a good tailor. Aida had changed from traveling clothes but his muted black and gray attire was clearly meant to ensure he would not stand out too much. I guess he was glad for that goal to be accomplished. \"I presume you are Hiruma-sama I am Kaiu Aida\" Aida says with a bow. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would have spent the last thirty minutes preparing her outfit and hair for this field trip. She had spent a fair amount of time exploring the city on her own, however, she knew this would be extremely informative and important for her to remember what she would be shown. Dressed in indigo blue robes, her long sleeves were plain in this outfit and a number of Crab were embroidered on the legs of her robes. As ever, the Crab mon would be over her heart on her robes. The small courtier would have done her hair up nearly, not a strand out of place and she would approach Hiruma Takashi and Kaiu Aida, both individuals she had yet to meet.\n\n\"Hiruma-sama. Kaiu-sama.\" Ariko would bow to the two samurai after she approached. \"An honour to meet the both of you. I am Yasuki Ariko.\"" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"Glad to meet you, Aida-san, Ariko-san.\" Takashi said and nodded to the both of them. He relaxed visibly seeing the youngsters dressed in similar fashion. Koyama informed him of this a few days prior and Takashi had stressed about it. Where do you take people on tours?They didn't look like they'd be comfortable at a gambling den or a geisha house so Teardop is out of the question. \n\nAfter asking few people, He came up with a list of places for him and his wards to visit. They were all set and ready to go. Wait...\n\n\"We're missing someone...\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "\"Do you perhaps mean Kuni Kobe-sama, Hiruma-sama?\" Ariko would ask as she looked around. \"Or is there another who will be joining us on this tour?\" She was eager to see what Takashi would be showing them around the city. No doubt there were many places she had missed in her own exploration or recommendations from the Unicorn clan and she felt confident that her fellow Crab would have excellent taste in locations for her to try out in the future or to take others to." }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"Yes.\" Takashi said flatly. \"The one with the Hauntingly loud bird. That kept me up for two nights before I found lodgings elsewhere. That Very one.\" He sighed and looked for signs of the Young Kuni. Not that it would take much. He and the Bird were number 1 and 2 on the \"Loudest things in the embassy and that with a smithy in the on the premises. He knew the kid was good-natured and excitable but there were limits to even a sniper's patience. \n\n\"Let head out. I'll tell Hoshiko where we're going so he knows where to look at least. \"\n\|\|\n\n\|\|I'm going to post here tomorrow if anyone wants to post before then" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "Aida added earplugs to the mental list of things to acquire" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "A slapping noise could be heard, faintly and first and increasing with volume. Kuni Kobe, having just finished tending to some delicate concoctions in his alchemical workshop, realized only too late that he had let time escape him again. When had he last slept? No matter. Who needed sleep when you had excitement?!\n\nHis light grey robes, accented with trims of gunmetal blue and whimsical patterns of crabs playing in the surf, whipped behind him as he ran full-tilt through the outside courtyard... Past guards with a chipper little wave... And down the hallway towards the three other Crab. His loosely tied hair was a tempestuous grey cascade, bouncing with every step. He wore his family's distinctive face paint, a pattern meant to ward off fel magics and confuse evil spirits. His clomping geta announced his arrival, the sandals beating out a hurried rhythm that ended with a slight drum roll as the boy skidded to a stop before his clanmates. \n\n\"Ah, Hiruma-sama, Kaiu-sama, Yasuki-sama!\" Kobe was only slightly winded as he greeted them with a wide, infectious smile. \"Sorry I'm late, thanks for waiting. I'm looking forward to seeing the hidden wonders of Ryoko Owari! This city's like a lost scroll, filled with new secrets just waiting to be discovered!\" Kobe's hands animatedly gestured as he spoke, barely contained. \"Each place has its own unique charm and story. I can't wait to see them with all of you.\" His amber eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. \n\nBelatedly, he remembered to bow to each of them.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"Good Morning, Kobe-san. I'm glad to formally meet you. I am Hiruma Takashi, your guide for today. I hope the morning has treated you well, so far. \" The Sniper said to the young Kuni. Even in the traditional makeup of his family, the Chui could see signs of exhaustion, He wasn't sure the boy could ever sleep with that damnably loud bird of his. But it was obvious that the young man was running purely on his youth. To be young\n\n\"Well let's be off. I'll be sure that we visit all of the districts and enjoy a few stops along the way. First up, The Merchant's District. The heartbeat of the city Most of the commerce happens there and everyone up to the governor spends some time there. If you're looking for a place to relax and take a moment to yourself Hida-sama's Dojo The Blessed Mountain, can be a place of respite. Though in the mornings the place tend to be lound with the Youth going through their daily drills and kata.\" Takashi mention as he walked through the gates of the embassy and onto the road connecting them to their destination.\n\n\|\|I'll be stopping post for you guys to interact/emote/askquestion/etc as we move." }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "Aida makes occasional comments about the architecture and city planning of the passing scenery. \"It feels strange, the entire city feels like it was built to be dangerous\" Aida paused and cocked his head as if trying to piece together exactly what he meant by that \"I mean I feel as though the city could easily be leveled before most Hida commanders would be able to get any kind of force to the outer edge of the city. Nor would I really want the task of protecting structures like these from Osano-Wo's coastal storms.\" Aida hadn't noticed in time that his gestures looked a bit too much like he was speaking about a specific structure and he paused in a bit of embarrassment as he noticed a tavern keeper looking very concerned about the imminent threat of a storm collapsing his establishment. \"Well anyway it's interesting to see a city built with other plans in mind\" Aida made a mental note to visit the tavern later that day... And to keep similar thoughts to himself going forward. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would follow Takashi like a duckling following their mother, being small enough to probably give that impression were it not for the larger shugenja and Kaiu venturing alongside her. She was somewhat familiar with the merchant district by now but had not realized that Koyama had a dojo here. She would have to look into it more and see if she could visit sometime for her own practice unless there was something more private in the embassy.\n\n\"Considering who used to control the city, I don't think you are wrong about that it was built to be dangerous, Kaiu-sama.\" The young courtier would say soft enough for only her fellow Crab to hear as they traveled through the city. Most of the paths here they were going she had seen but there were a few paths she had yet to take that she was taking the chance to commit to memory on what was there.\n\n\"The more surprising thing for me is how crowded and noisy it is in a city like this. Are all cities outside Crab lands like this?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Takashi waved off the young architect's words and nodded to the tavern keeper. As he ushered the group along and out of earshot of the worried keeper he continued:\n\n\"The City was renamed to its current name after a Crab Champion's campaign ended here. That's why the name is named as such. Most aren't aware because it happened a few centuries back. But that might have something to do with its... Dangerous looking construction. But I'd be far more worried about the people than any building.\" He said with an exaggerated look in each direction. Before leading them down the Main Road To a Giant Unshaped building with slate-blue tiles at the top. At it's entrance stood a Shrine to Bishamon, the Fortune of Strength.\n\n\"Ah! Here we are. Blessed Mountain Dojo, Hida-sama's Juijutsu Stable. In here are dozen of children training in their leisure time or in totality if they're orphaned. Studying to be competent warriors and upstanding citizens.\" He said, in a recited tone with his best Koyama impression.\n\n\"You're welcome here at anytime if you wish to get some hand-to hand training, need time to be get off your feet, or just a hot, hearty meal.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko followed Takashi carefully, looking around and taking in the history lesson that she would never have learnt on her own. Perhaps she would need to study more in the history of the city and getting more familiar with it in that sense. She would observe the dojo and internally her hopes to practice there would drop. Jiujutsu was not something she had any hope of being skilled in or practicing effectively.\n\n\"I am impressed Hida-sama has such a dojo here in the city, Himurai-sama. Is this the only dojo associated with the Crab or are there others in the city of the embassy?\" She wondered if she had any other options to practice her swordsmanship in the future or if she would have to find her own solution to it.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The light tapping of the boy's sandals followed the group as they walked. For the militaristic Crab, it would not be hard to be reminded of a regiment's drummer as they marked the pace of the day's march. \"Perhaps they were built with invading armies in mind? Alleyways twisting like blind box canyons, potential placements precariously perched on the jutting eaves above us, and much of it seems like it was made to be easily sacrificed and rebuilt.\" Kobe joined the conversation as they walked, enjoying the camaraderie.\n\n\"The Ambassador runs his own Dojo!? I mean, when I met him, I said to myself, 'Kobe, this man can absolutely pick you up and throw you across a room.' But, I didn't realize he actually Was A warrior sensei As well as The most important Crab Diplomat in the entire city!\" He gushed. Thankfully, the stoic ambassador was nowhere near to be embarrassed by the overwhelming praise. \"Does the Ambassador's Dojo specialize in a combat form? Is he a Kobo master? Are there Sagasu-do instructors?\" Kobe could go on. He probably will if someone doesn't interject.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "Aida feigned interest in the dojos routines but well... This style of combat was completely foreign to him. After all most castle gates take more than a simple fist to break. Aida admired the place in silence only as much as he thought proper to maintain courtesy. Not to mention that in ensuring he was prepared to meet Koyama-sama Aida had read more about this place than he would ever determine by being here a few moments. Although Aida's reading did seem accurate which is good. It means no one felt the need to lie about the truth of the place. Aida appreciated the straightforwardness of it. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "Takashi listened with a flat expression as his young charges rattled off their inquiries. The Hiruma was indeed unflappable, if dour, his expression gruff and serious. In other words, a Hiruma through and through.\n\n\"Hida-sama is a master of Sumai, which is shared by the Blessed Mountain. There is another Sumai dojo, the Stoic Boulder, but it is not solely our Clan's.\n\n\"To any visitors, this dojo offers lessons in physical fitness and simple self-defence. However, all Crab techniques are strictly for those within our Clan.\"\n\nSomething which normally went without saying, but the stern Hiruma said so anyway like a sensei drilling fresh initiates. And in Kobe's case, he had a sinking feeling that it was necessary.\n\nBut youth was one thing; 'softness' didn't make him underestimate his Clanmates. Above all else, the Crab valued strength... And knew well the worth of different kinds.\n\n\"If you've any questions about the Blessed Mountain,\" Takashi said, \"I will answer them. Otherwise, I am prepared to show you through the rest of the city.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "\"Hiruma-sama, does this dojo focus only on sumai or are other martial arts like kenjutsu allowed within? I had been wondering about an appropriate place to practice but I was unsure where might be appropriate.\" Ariko would ask, observing the Hiruma's reaction as he responded. She would briefly give Aida and Kobe a look as well, curious how well trained those two might be in combat. A Crab should always be prepared to fight in the worst case scenario, but Ariko knew she had some work to put in there. Her weak constitution might have allowed it back home but here she would likely have to push herself more.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "He wasn't at all bothered by the notion of a courtier asking about martial training. They were Crab, after all.\n\n\"The weapon arts are not taught at this dojo. However, it does teach basic jiujutsu techniques for anyone willing to learn self-defence.\" Takashi answered with rehearsed precision. \"If you wish to practice your skills with a weapon, there is always our Clan's dojo, and we do not lack for teachers or equipment. However...\"\n\nA pause came upon him as he considered their question and his knowledge. But after the moment passed, the Hiruma scout continued. For the most part, still with the same Duty-focused demeanour, flat and focused, but there was a small hint of reservation.\n\n\"The city also has Jotomon's Dojo. To my understanding, its founding sensei is formidable, and it stands out by allowing anyone to train there regardless of Clan or standing. So long as they prove themselves worthy and do not disgrace themselves, that is.\"\n\nAs a Hiruma, he understood the value of a swift, sharp blade, and the skill to use it. But also as a Hiruma, he stayed pragmatic when it came to technique and battle. Kitsuki Jotomon was worthy of respect, but he also knew that those ideals didn't necessarily protect you up at the Wall.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "\"It sounds like our Clan dojo might suit my needs more then.\" She would reply, nodding to herself. She already struggled enough in some ways with physical skills and challenges. Attempting to learn to fight physically might be too much for her. She was a Crab though and improving her kenjutsu was something she would have to do now that she was in a city like this.\n\n\"Are there ever any contests or challenges between the dojo's within the city or do most of them keep to themselves?\" She wondered if she would have the chance to see some of the Crab techniques matched up against others within the city." }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "Takashi nodded stoically in response to the Yasuki's remark. Most Clans might balk at their courtiers learning to take up arms. To the Crab, though, it was a common precaution.\n\nThe Hiruma scout considered her question.\n\n\"Contests... I don't think so. The last time we had contests was the recent Spring Festival, if I recall. Though if the dojos are doing their own challenges against each other, I'm unaware of them.\" \n\nDojo challenges. Not an uncommon thing, whether in friendly bouts of challenges driven by pride. But they always seemed quite alien to Takashi, save for the pride of his Clan's schools. To defend your reputation was one thing, but that energy was better spent on one's duties.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "celentis", "message": "Ariko would nod, a little surprised that there have not been more attempts for dojo's to prove their value over others but that was a bushi's concern at the end of the day. Perhaps she just assumed the clans would be more eager to have that claim than they did in reality." } ]	156	3,650
202.142857	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo's office in the main embassy was spotless but not grandly decorated. The desk was simple in its design. The polished dark panels were placed so that the wood grain lined up throughout the piece. The top of the desk held a precise grid of incoming and outgoing paperwork, meticulously sorted. There were maps hung on the walls. Some showed the Crab Clan's major trade routes, while others showed regions known for lawlessness or regular military skirmishes. \n\nThe Crab bureaucrat was leaning heavily on an oak walking stick while inspecting one of those wall maps and clicking his tongue. He didn't know what was worse. The thought that there might be dark and forbidden magics going on under the Crab's noses for Years Or the fact that a Phoenix brought it to his attention. His mental notes were piling up, but he had to put a pin in it for now.\n\nNow? Now, he was expecting a visitor. He shuffled slowly back to his desk to wait. A low table beside him held a small tea set with two empty cups. By now, a servant should have informed Kaiu Aida that his presence was requested in the Yasuki's office. \n\nSoon enough, the new Kaiu would arrive.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "Kaiu was startled by the request as a servant brought him out of his concentration\n\nHe had been studying a scroll he had brought to the city himself. It was a copy of a friend's recent research publishing. The author of it was a pen pal of his from crane lands. The research was on the trigonometry inherent in Rokugan's traditional art of ikebana. Aida honestly found the material impractical and meaningless but he thought it would help him maintain his decorum in his new higher society environment. \n\nAida is a bit shaken by the servants delivery of the summons as Aida wasn't sure what business he had with Umeo. \n\nAida made his best attempt to keep his mind blank until he reached Uneo's office. He did not worry about the potential for the meeting being about something Aida did wrong. \n\nAs Aida entered Umeo's office he gave a polite bow and quick smile and said \"Yasuki-san I know we have met only in passing but it is great to see you. How can I be of service to you and the crab clan\"" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Yasuki Umeo straightened up from contemplating the maps as Kaiu Aida entered, the weight of his thoughts momentarily set aside for the task at hand. His face broke into a warm, welcoming smile and he respectfully returned the bow. \"Kaiu Aida-san, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat,\" He gestured towards the cushion opposite his desk.\n\nAfter he limped to his seat, Umeo poured tea for both of them with practiced ease. The steam from the cups rose gently, \"There is much work to be done with the appraisal and renovation of the city's defenses and the integrity of certain structures within it. As you have been told, the Lion have extended their hand in partnership for these projects. While their prowess in siege warfare is renowned, the Crab's unparalleled skill in construction and fortification will ensure the success of this venture.\"\n\nUmeo took a comforting sip of his tea, \"I understand that this assignment may present new challenges, particularly in navigating the dynamics of inter-clan cooperation.\" He set his cup down, \"I am here to support you, Kaiu Aida-san. Together, we will ensure that this project meets and exceeds expectations because a Crab is there. Let them be reminded of our excellence. The first of many meetings has been arranged; is there anything you want to know beforehand?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "\"Honored Yasuki-sama I am grateful for the opportunity to work on such an important project. I have not been given a ton of information about what is required. Is there a particular section that is damaged and in need of repair or are we updating an outdated system. \"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "The Crab merchant nodded before continuing, \"Of course. There are several areas that have suffered damage and not just from battle. Many areas of the city have been negatively affected by the ravages of time and the pain of insufficient repair. Too much of this city is relying on a series of quick fixes stacked precariously on top of one another. As I understand it, most of the current security systems are to be maintained. Your contact with the Lion might have more information on how closely you have to cleave to the original layouts in your... Renovations.\"\n\nUmeo took another sip of his tea, and gestured to the cup that the Kaiu had so far ignored, \"It is a good tea, not one of those inferior leaves that one encounters so often away from home.\" The smile was polite. The pause was short. The Ambassador's assistant continued, \"I have read that you enjoy puzzles. There may be a few projects in the works that might do well with an analytical mind capable of finding the nuances of construction required to house Subtle passages And Convenient entrances. Especially if that mind was attached to a samurai with access to inspect buildings for possible renovation.\" He gave Aida a meaningful look before continuing, \"But really. Try the tea.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "Aida took some of the tea contemplating Umeos words. Its true that Aida would be skilled at locating the kind of passages Umeo mentioned. It's easy really when architects rarely design gaps of space into their building plans for no reason. \"I understand what you mean Umeo-sama this tea is quite pleasent and I'm sure that I would not find anything unbecoming of a samurai in such a line of work. \" Aida would gesture heavily to imply his knowledge of an exit to Umeos office. Aida had found 1 or 2 since being here it came with the territory. \"The world much more fascinating when viewed in through precise calculation\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "With a wry chuckle, the meticulous diplomat nodded his agreement, \"And Many Would be surprised at how interesting things can become when you ask why.\" \n\nThe rest of the meeting was perfunctory. Umeo had several of the Precise Maps of the city's defenses that Koyama had referenced earlier, and the two spent time discussing the values and costs of targeting different areas for rehabilitation. \n\nWhile these copies of the plans would stay here with the Ambassador, Umeo made sure to give the Kaiu Architect time to study them. The Yasuki was not going to send Aida in to meet with the Lion without arming him with as much knowledge as possible.\n\nThe beginning of a plan took shape. Only so many areas could be worked on at once, and one would have to be first. When Aida was finally dismissed, Umeo was confident that the young man would represent the Crab well.\n\|\|" } ]	230	1,415
189.909091	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "strifesada", "message": "Kaiu Aida kept his face mostly down as he walked through the unfamiliar city. He knew this to be a bad idea after all he didn't trust his surroundings but he thought it the best way to not become overwhelmed by the crowded streets that he wasn't too pleased to be partaking in. Instead to calm his mind Kaiu focused on the wooden box he insisted on carrying himself while servants assisted getting most of his belongings to the embassy. He opened the box one more time inside was a perfect to scale replica of the Stone Tower Dojo. Aida's research indicated this would be a suitable gift for Koyama-sama however Aida despite spending a month working on it couldn't help but feel like some of the measurement calculations he had done made it look... Flawed. Aida tried to physically and mentally shake the thought from his mind. And as he looked up could see the familiar and calming blue Mon that he had been walking toward.\n\nAs he walked towards the embassy a servant near the door had to feign a cough to get Aida's attention. Aida was fixating on the structure of the embassy and was trying to answer for himself several questions about the structures construction when the servant broke him back to reality. Perhaps it was out of station for the servant to demand his attention but Aida appreciated the snap back into the present moment. Aida's air apparently wasn't ready to become words and so it came out as the crack of earth \"Could ... Hmph could you request me an audience Hida Koyama-sama I am newly arrived to the city. \" The servant stared at him for half a second and then remembering he forgot a detail Kaiu added \"My name is Kaiu Aida I have a written request to work on some construction projects in the city\" Kaiu began to search his person for said papers but then realized that the man had already moved on seemingly having no interest in seeing the documentation. So Aida calmed himself and followed one of the other servants beckoning him into a waiting room." }, { "author": "hida", "message": "The embassy was buzzing as usual, the place acceptably pleasant but immaculately utilitarian. There was a weight, and purpose to everything inside the main reception area. A few servants saw the unfamiliar Aida and bowed in acknowledgement before continuing onto their duties.\n\nAfter a moment, Aida is greeted by an elderly woman, Easily past retirement age for most samurai, but her eyes still hold a distinct sharpness, like a Shepherd to the flock of servants. Her tone gentle yet authoritative. She knew what needed to be done and her efforts were always to make sure no task went incomplete. The woman bowed deeply to the Samurai.\n\n\"Welcome Kaiu-sama to the Crab Embassy. I'm Hoshiko, head servant and assistant to Ambassador Hida Koyama. Have you come to meet with Him?\" She says, maintaining her bow.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "Aida's mind had calmed a little bit while he waited for Koyama. He signaled Hoshiko to stand from her bow but he took a moment to answer the question. Aida was trying to do the political calculus of what reason Koyama would have for having this individual greet him first. He took a breath ultimately deciding to relax in the knowledge that most crab wouldn't take time to hide such messages. \n\n\"Yes I am newly arrived from Crab lands and was reporting in to be of whatever service I can to the clan. Is Koyama-sama engaged at the moment? I certainly don't demand his attention with any urgency If my timing is poor.\"" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Hoshiko smiled as she rose. \"He is at the moment but should be done with his meeting in a moments. We can wait outside his office. If you'll follow me.\" She said walk further into the embassy, down to the end of the building where a large set of wooden double doors capped the northern part of the building. Just before it is an office with a heavy screen. On the way through the halls several men in Imperial trapping shared hushed whispers as they left.\n\n\"Hida-sama,\" Hoshiko said, gently rapping. Kaiu-sama is here to be brief of their assignment. \n\n\"Send him in.\" A voice rumbled from within the office. Hoshiko slid the screen to allow Aida entrance. The Office was adorned with paintings and gift from subordinates and dignitaries. A painting of Kaiu Kabe adorned the wall beside a window facing the river and a suit of armor and daisho took up places of honor in the opposite corner. At the end of the room a large man dressed, in courtly attire of Crab Blue and Gray stood poring over maps.\n\nHe looked up from them as he felt Aida's presence in the room. \"Good Day, Kaiu-san. I am Hida Koyama, Head of the Crab Delegation here in Ryoko Owari Toshi.\" He said with a shalllow bow.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "\"Good day to you Hida-sama\" Kaiu responded matching the bow going slightly lower as was fitting the mans position. \"I hope my presence is not too much of a demand on your time.\"\n\nAida offered Koyama the the finely stained wooden box showing the stone tower dojo chop. \"I brought you a small token to remember our homelands\" Opening the box to display the model of the dojo inside Aida continued. \"I cant claim to be wise when it comes to Sumai but I do know that Stone Tower is a place to take pride in I hope I have done it justice just as I hope my service to the Crab in Ryoko Owari Toshi will do your reputation justice Hida-sama\" \|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"I appreciate the gift.\" Koyama said after proper protocols. A faraway smile grew on his face. \"Kaiu craftsmanship never fails to impress me. But, let's get down to business: We have need of you skills in several strategic places. First, with your arrival we can restart reconstruction of some deficient parts of the city's walls. A project we were working on with the Lion. We'll work with their Liason and begin repair as soon as we can. Secondly I'll be speaking to the Imperials and Scorpion about improving infrastructure here in the city. Especially around the waterways for increased security. I'm sure you'll be up to the tasks. Is there anything I need to be made aware of that you'll need? Parts and Laborforce nonwithstanding. Do you need accomodations? A Forge, an office to plan and craft? I have an amount of resources at my disposal and no doubt my financier will speak to you about things. But if there is something do not Hesitate to ask.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "\"I greatly appreciate your confidence Lord Hida-sama. Any office and/or lodgings you can provide I'm sure will be sufficient. And I fear working with the Lion might be a bit new to me but other than that I am more than confident I can bring good fortune to the crab with these tasks. My former Lord also relied on me for much of his accounts keeping so I look forward to speaking with the great financial minds you have at work here and will use this skill as well in your service if it is helpful.\"\n\nAida was glad to hear that these were tasks very much in his wheel house. He had no idea what to expect when he was called to this city. However a public works project in a major city felt to Aida as a show from his clan that they saw his work and respected him for it. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to Ebisu as well as a plea for his continued blessing.\n\n\" I look forward to beggining the work on these tasks if you have any materials for me to review or contacts for me to make in the city to begin let me know\"" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "Koyama moved from behind the desk to a tall table with papers and scrolls unfurled. \"I do have maps for you that will need to stay on embassy grounds that include information about the walls. I can have some reproduced without the Detailed Information if you require some to take to the worksites. I will also set up a formal reintroduction meeting with the Lion for the next day or so. Please take an opporunity to walk the city. It can feel suffocating to the openness of our home so take the time to get acclimated. I know Takashi-san was planning to give a tour of the city to some fellow new arrivals. Perhaps you can tag along with them.\" He said.\n\nKoyama was glad the young man was eager to get started. A goal of his was to be a influential, cordial, but overtly neutral party. Forming alliances tended to muddy things when all the other clan's goals were ultimately self-serving. Moving to help the Lion would show their interest in protecting the city as a whole with a project that was precisely in the Kaiu's wheelhouse.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "\" Any information is definitely appreciated I'm sure I will survey and observe the project myself before very long. Where may I find this Takashi-san I will not hide that this is not a familiar environment for me.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "hida", "message": "\"He's been given reprieve after his last assignment but Helping you three get acclimated is first on his Priority list when he returns. And you'll receive the maps after your tour with Takashi-san. Until then, explore the embassy and the noble district. If you have any question feel free to ask. If you have non for me at the time, You're dismissed.\" \n\|\|" }, { "author": "strifesada", "message": "\" I look forward to meeting them\" Aida bows to Koyama and makes his way out of the office. He takes time to settle his belongings into proper lodgings and didsmiss the servants who helped him get them here. Kaiu was tired from his journey and so after noting where he needed to be and when to meet takashi-san Aida found the closest tea hose he could to the crab embassy and sat there allowing himself a moment to rest his muscles. The teahouse did not serve any blend he was familiar with so he requested to be served whatever their most popular blend was. It was not unpleasant. Aida sipped and thought out loud \"Perhaps I could grow to enjoy this\"" } ]	171	2,089
476.1	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "In the Crab's Embassy, the Kaiu architecture was on full display for guests. The eye-level windows were too narrow for a samurai in armor to crawl through but just wide enough to tempt them into getting stuck trying. High on the walls, however, several broad yet short windows let in plenty of light. Those same windows would also ventilate any smoke in the case of fire. The polished vases, mirrors, and beautiful decorations were made from heavy steel and more than capable of crushing someone's skull should they offend the wrong warrior. However, casual beauty could be found as well. The structural beams reinforcing the walls were too heavy to be casually covered, so they were left exposed and covered with bass reliefs of mountain landscapes and painted over with multi-hued wood stains. \n\nThe center of the Ambassador's office held a large desk. The almost black wood was some form of walnut, though precious few other than the Kaiu that crafted it would concern themselves with the intricacies of woodworking that went into its construction. It had been a productive day. Despite the chronic pains that always lived in his right side, Yasuki Umeo had gotten quite a lot done. More work was on the way, however. \n\nThe Ambassador was small for a Crab, though large by typical Rokugani standards. If it were not for the shipwreck that put him behind a desk, he would have made a more than capable magistrate. Today, though, the crippled man stood from his cushion with the help of the polished black cane that he now carried. Umeo leaned heavily on it as he walked around the room, inspecting the large maps on his walls. Each one showed a different trade route, or the local imports and exports of a region, or which paths were more dangerous than others.\n\nSoon, his guests would arrive. There was much to discuss.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "dakka_7733", "message": "'Now this... This feels like home.' Hojatsu thought as he saw the Kaiu architecture on full display. Sensible windows, proper fire safety, durable, reinforced, weaponizable accoutrements and decorations... A veritable fortress, the similarities with the wall were stark. He had arrived in his full, lacquered plate, but left his katana and tetsubo at the door, much as he did when visiting any Crab dignitary.\n\nHojatsu bowed to Umeo as he entered the office, after closing the shoji screen behind him. \"Yasuki-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "At the behest of the Crab, Yuto found himself before their embassy. One didn't think he'd have such an opportunity, this invitation was a pleasant surprise. Despite his injuries, he wanted to stand proud and presentable. Now the scorpion was absent of a cast or bandage, thankfully the black eye cleared up to make this possible. The Scorpion wore the befitting attire for the occasion, some would say he looked more like a courtier than a Magistrate. \n\nWhile the Bushis face was hidden by a cherry silk veil, one eye could be seen admiring the craftsmanship. The architecture of the embassy was nothing short of praiseworthy. Even though he still believed it was second to the Shosuro Palace. He could, however, appreciate the detail and consideration for those of larger size. For a Scorpion, Yuto was beyond the norm of their size. There weren't many people he found taller than him. \n\nOne of the only few was Hida Koyama, the former crab ambassador. It now seemed Umeo took his place. Having no initial reaction to this news, the man did wish to train with Koyama more often. Becoming a student at the Blessed Mountain Dojo under the crab's tutelage. Perhaps this new turn of leadership will bring forth an opportunity. \n\nYuto went through the standard procedures of etiquette upon entering the estate. Allowing a servant to guide the Scorpion to wherever they'd be meeting. Upon entering the room, he'd have spotted the Ambassador himself and another. \n\n\"I am honored to be welcome within your embassy, Yasuki-sama. One can only hope this offering is acceptable.\" \n\nDespite the intentions of the meeting being professional, etiquette demanded he bring a gift and offer it three times. In a small box he held was a little trinket. A fine-crafted hairpin in the shape of a crab. After offering it three times he'd hand the box off to the Yasuki or a servant if he preferred. Afterward, he'd stand at attention ready to begin. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana admittedly had some mixed feelings regarding her entry into the Crab embassy. She was deeply grateful for the Crab's assistance in the raid, and Umeo had conducted himself honorably and with valor. She was less pleased with how negotiations around Aki had gone following the raid, given the state she had put herself in to save the girl, but even the boisterous Shugenja knew such things were not in her power, even moreso with the apparent promotion that Umeo had received. She certainly could not argue with the decision though; from her encounters with the man he was certainly worthy of his status.\n\nShe had done her best to make herself as presentable as possible for the occasion; her head was devoid of the fuzz she sometimes let grow, it looked she had spent quite a bit of time on her makeup, and she had opted for a flashy, yet conservatively cut kimono. As a representative of the clan on official business, the main fabric was a deep jade green, but embroidered with tiger lilies and centipedes, brilliant orange thread representing her family. Even then, she would move noticeably slower than she usually did.\n\nShe bowed as lowly as she could manage upon seeing him, her usual bright smile on her face. \"Ah, Yasuki-sama, it should be now! I am honored to be received in your embassy. Please, accept this gift, both in recognition of your new status and in thanks for your courage and aid in dispatching the river bandits.\"\n\nHolding out a box tied in deep green twine, she presented it with both hands to the new ambassador. Inside would be a sculpture of solid jade of a Crab standing proudly and defiantly amidst crashing waves, care and detail placed into every bump and ridge on the Crab's carapace.\n\nAs she approached, she would notice both the unfamiliar Crab samurai, and her friend Bayushi Yuto. She had been filled with the urge to approach him right away and start conversing; he too was deserving of thanks, after all, and she hadn't seen him since the raid. However, protocol was protocol. Especially when she hadn't made a horrible faux pas to This Crab ambassador.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "She was in denial for quite a bit.\n\nAn official meeting between clans? Didn't matter, it was probably a thing for the top brass, not someone like her. What, a meeting between the Great Clans magistrates? Better call the Lion magistrate then. She Was the Lion magistrate? Nah, can't be. They must be searching for a different Matsu Rin.\n\nEventually, when the choice was starting to be either get ready or start practice her draw, to respond of her absence, she finally began preparing herself like a soldier going to war. Kimono, obi, lion shaped kanzashi, all nice things, if you just found someone who knew how to wear them. Rin was definitely not that person, and she was aware of it as she tiptoed towards the Crab embassy. Another time, she would have been positively amazed by its beauty, but right now, the high walls only reinforced her sensation that she was way in over her head, a mouse caught into the games of giants. But she could not behave as such, when she was also representing the Lion. \"Thank you for your invitation, Yasuki-sama. A token of my appreciation.\" She followed the various rituals, including the gifting ceremony, accurately, if quite stiffly. However, the gift inside the lacquered box told a more overt story of her inexperience: a Crab-shaped pendant carved from a piece of driftwood, painted in gaudy colours. A charming trinket, perhaps, but obviously of rustic craftsmanship and not the best kind of gift for such a formal occasion. But she would have been very happy if the exact nature of the gift was yer biggest problems throughout the day.\n\nBowing her head, she retired a bit from the spotlight and stood straight as if she was receiving a military inspection. She would not dare look at the other people in the room, not yet, but she had the uneasy sensation of two giants looming at the corners of her vision, and... Sometimes a shiny reflection? Maybe someone brought a mirror as the gift? She should have thought about that, mirrors are pretty.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "It had only been a short while ago that Atsuko had stormed out of the Crab embassy with a chest under her arm and fury in her eye. Yet there she was, once more standing outside the gates of the clan who had so flippantly dismissed her concern days prior. \n\nSuch was the cost of working the Unicorn.\n\nIt was perhaps a testament to the faith her superiors had her in, that so many different jobs fell into the ronin's lap. Not enough faith to be given a name, of course, but enough faith to see her handling matters for both the bazaar And The magistracy. Maybe it was unfair to chafe under the former: Shinjo Inadoma seemed a good enough man, for a magistrate. But his health often failed him, and with her duties shifting toward being an assistant to his own, that meant that his excess workflow often bled into her own. It was not shocking that Atsuko was expected to stand in his stead in a matter, given her position as yoriki. It Was Rather shocking that the matter she was expected to stand in for was a meeting with the Crab, however.\n\nThe ashigaru at the gate almost seemed as baffled by her reappearance as she did. The look in their eyes could only inquire, 'you again?', but that inquiry died before it left their lips as she stated her business and badge of office—whatever their misgiving, her explanation, and the fine jitte hung from her obi seemed convincing enough to see her let into the grounds and led toward the meeting place. Her clothing was just a little more formal than her previous visit, her haori carefully ironed and her hair held up in a proper topknot. Even the box she held under her arm was of a higher quality if not half so large as the first.\n\nShe arrived only a few moments after the magistrate previous, a Lion woman whom she had scarcely seen before. The same could not be said of some of the others: she knew Moshi Kana well enough and recalled the Scorpion—ponderous as he was—from the ill-fated Shiso Kakumei rally. The Crab she could not place.\n\nAll the same, she offered a bow toward their host, whom she certainly could place, and made to speak as she rose.\n\n\"Magistrate Shinjo Inadoma-sama thanks you for reaching out to him for this most important matter. Complications from a previous injury preclude his ability to attend, however, and he has sent me, in my capacity as his yoriki, in his stead while he recovers. I shall dutifully relay any information or requests to him once our business has concluded.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "As his guests filtered in, Umeo greeted them each in turn.\n\nHe returned Hojatsu's bow, \"Hida-san, you are prompt and attentive as always. Today, I will ask the other magistrates about open cases that may benefit from collaboration and introduce you to them.\" Unfortunately, he only had a moment to admire the man's armor before the Scorpion magistrate arrived.\n\nAfter the traditional refusals, he accepted the red-clad magistrate's gift with a bow. \"Thank you, Bayushi-sama. I am honored that you accepted my invitation. This hairpin is delightful. I can recommend a jewelry shop on Jade Street if you ever have the need.\" Umeo smiled as he set the gift on his desk. \"You appear to be healing well,\" He added before the martial priestess from the Mantis arrived. \n\n\"Moshi-sama!\" The Crab looked surprisingly pleased to see her, \"I have asked after your recovery but have yet to have the opportunity to check on you in person. I wasn't involved in the conversations and investigations that followed the mission. Did Ambassador Hida-sama follow my advice and suggest the Mantis take over the girl's care?\" In a room full of investigators, it was clear that Umeo's curiosity was genuine. \n\nThe Jade Crab was set next to the hairpin on his desk for now, and he looked at the three magistrates already gathered. No love had been lost between the Mantis and Scorpion since Winter Court, but here the two stood with no enmity between them. Perhaps this idea of collaboration had merit. Umeo gestured to a servant, who began gathering tea-making supplies.\n\nWhen the little Lioness arrived, \"I appreciate your token, Matsu-sama. Your superiors spoke highly of you, your potential, and your passion. I look forward to seeing what you accomplish in the future.\" He took note as she took her place in a practice parade rest. She seemed the sort to let the inner soldier take over rather than fall prey to combat paralysis. She Did Have potential, but would she live long enough to reach it?\n.\n\nUmeo returned Atsuko's bow. \"Thank you for accepting the invitation in his stead, Yoriki Atsuko-san. I have heard the thoroughness of your reports before and am most pleased to have someone of your skill join us for this conversation. I hope that Shinjo Inadoma-sama's recovery is swift and without complication.\" The conversation between Koyama and Atsuko happened in his office, and he bore witness to the truth. He could only imagine how awkward it must be for the Ronin to be asked to return in an official capacity so soon afterward. \n\nA request for aid and assistance from the Crab to do a job that the Crab should have been doing in the first place? Yeah, that seemed reasonable. The overworked mercenary had arrived hoping to find support and straight talk from a clan that had long been allied with her patron. Instead, she was faced with... Well, whatever that was. Umeo was not unsympathetic. \n\nUmeo leaned on the polished black cane like he trusted it. The limp was more pronounced than usual as he returned to his desk, but he did not sit despite the trouble his leg was causing him today. He bowed one last time to the group as a whole before addressing the room, \"I am Yasuki Umeo, and I am the new Ambassador for the Crab in Ryoko Owari. If any of you are unacquainted with the others,\" He gestured as he gave quick introductions, \"Hida Hojatsu-sama. He was a magistrate back home before being transferred here and should have a good deal of experience with Unusual Crimes.\"\n.\n\nAs Umeo spoke, a pair of servants brought velour cushions stitched from a velvety blue silk. He continued, \"Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto-sama is a fearless warrior who would face an army alone if his duty demanded it. He might even survive it between his genuine skill and general good fortune. Moshi Kana-sama is not only a talented shugenja who is as pragmatic as she is compassionate but also has one of the sharpest eyes for detail I have ever seen. Matsu Rin-san might be burdened with excess youth, but I am told that she fights like a lion on fire. And Yoriki Atsuko-san is the Unicorn's most versatile and overworked retainer.\" \n\nThe servants left once they finished preparing the room. Umeo gestured for his guests to sit, \"With that out of the way, let's get to the matter at hand. The Crab have attempted to hold at least a nominal position of neutrality, but that could be viewed from different angles. Some Might interpret that as offering assistance and friendship to No One so that all might remain equally distant. I, however, interpret our neutrality as offering assistance equally... As long as it is in the interest of the Empire to do so. Accordingly, I would like to officially offer Crab assistance in all magisterial matters here in the city. Bayushi-sama, that offer also applies to the provinces surrounding the city if your people have the need.\" He paused momentarily, looking at these pillars of justice in his office before continuing. \"The Crab would be honored if you accepted our request.\"\n\nAs he allowed his audience to absorb the entire width and breadth of his offer, Umeo prepared tea.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana wasn't able to completely hide her surprise at Umeo's question. Did he really not know...? \"Ah, well, after a fashion. I will be taking her in as a ward under my tutelage until she comes of age, until she is given to the Crab,\" She replied, keeping her usual, pleasant tone. There was something comforting to her about the interaction, brief as it was. Perhaps this might mark new opportunities, and what she would view as fairer deals between the clans. Her thoughts went to Atsuko as well; maybe this was the change she needed in order to get the needed support for her investigation!\n\nThis would only be further confirmed when Umeo spoke to their purpose in meeting here. Such widespread assistance towards everyone? It was indeed generous, and the benefits to having such an arrangement were clear. It was in accordance with her own goals as well. While the Mantis would always come first, it was compassion and cooperation which would see the most benefit for the empire as a whole, and she sought out such opportunities whenever she could find them. Of course, Kana knew that such aid was rarely given freely; there was something to be gained for the Crab here as well...\n\nShe would have time to reflect on such matters later. She bowed lowly to Umeo, before moving to take a seat for tea. \"You flatter me with your words, Yasuki-sama. Your skill with them is perhaps matched only by your valor, and generosity with such an offer.\" She smiled brightly. \"Bringing all clans closer together will only serve to strengthen us all.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Yuto simply nodded as Umeo humbly accepted the gift, standing in line as the others came in afterward. If this was a meeting of Magistrates he expected to see Kana, which he simply smiled with his eyes briefly. As for all the others, he was surprised to see the youth of the Lions representative and the Ronin representing the unicorn. Yutos had seen Atsuko before, however, he knew nothing of her. \n\nThe subtle exchange between Kana and Umeo is what truly made his amusement grow. It seemed their clans were negotiating the fate of Aki, the brat that almost blew him to pieces. He wondered why such a trade was being made, and why the mantis were obviously prolonging it. Something for later, for now, the Scorpion would remain silent and observe. \n\nAllowing everyone to be introduced and be seated by the now Crab Ambassador. A notable smile arose at such a fact. Here he was offering help to the Magistrates of the city, each clan could use assistance. In his eyes, this was the crab dipping their hands in everyone's affairs to grab valuable information and credit. \n\n\"Your offers of praise and assistance are certainly appreciated, Yasuki-sama. The city and great clans will fare better with your clan's delicate mitigation, but this selfless offer is unacceptable.\" Yuto spoke softly with a strong sense of duty and confidence. \n\nGesturing as he placed a hand over his chest, he continued: \"It'd be a stain on the Scorpion to not return the noble offer of service to the Crab. We are beholden to upholding Otomo-samas wishes and vision for the future of the city.\" \|\| Etiquette 4 Sincerity \|\| \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "It was often said that samurai were people of action. Part of the reason they occupied such an esteemed position in society was for that very reason. Cut from a different cloth than their lessers, a samurai did not think, but simply Did. In that respect, Atsuko was every bit a samurai as the others she occupied the room with. She didn't need prompting to spring into action—it was simply second nature for her. All the more vexing, therefore, that the duties presented to her seemed to require a more delicate, measured hand. Observance was an essential skill for a magistrate, she had been told, and so observe she did. \n\nShe observed as the gifts changed hands, and pleasantries too, and then the man who had bid all them gather decided to carefully lay his plans out before them. She listened as he offered a friendly hand to them all, putting his clan at the disposal of the just magistrates of the city such that they could better enact their duties and keep the people safe. He offered them assistance, equally and without prejudice.\n\nThe same hand that had swatted away her earnest efforts only days prior. \n\nVersatile she was, overworked, perhaps. But Atsuko was also a very well-paid retainer. She had carved a small fortune for herself in the months she had endured constant change within the Unicorn's administration. Certainly more than she had in her pockets when she wandered through the gates of the city in the waning months of winter. It was a good thing she had been so well compensated for her work: it was the threat of losing the comforts to which she had grown accustomed that kept the venomous bile from creeping up her throat and out her mouth. Instead, she tried to find her center, and temper the flames that threatened to lick passed her lips.\n\n\"A kind offer, Yasuki-sama. I am sure the clans will welcome the Crab finally joining the fold, in the spirit of neutrality or otherwise.\"\n\nThere were many more things she wished to say. Many of them she beat back down within herself, if only because more of them than not would have sounded as nothing less than accusations. She had been denied the most basic sorts of aid, told that the Crab could not offer anything more than orders for fear of agitating the provincial Scorpion, and then only a few days later made to stand before them and listen to them throw themselves at the service of those very same Scorpion? It might have come off as a direct insult if she respected their intellect more. Instead, it came off more as a particularly bad joke.\n\n\"I must ask, however, what sort of assistance do the Crab intend to offer? I find myself curious, given the sheer breadth of... Extralegal—and even supernatural—activity rumored to persist in the city.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	428	4,761
361.818182	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Having received the Ambassador's final instructions and blessings, Umeo inclined his head once more. The atmosphere in the room shifted subtly, growing electric with the promise of action. \"Indeed, Hida-sama,\" Umeo assured, his voice ringing with determination. \"We will leave no stone unturned and will not rest until this puzzle is solved. You will be informed of our progress at every step. I hope that our efforts will restore the flow of crucial supplies to our homeland, thereby easing the hardships of our brethren.\"\n\nUmeo gestured towards the exit with a respectful nod to Yoritomo Okiku, silently inviting her to depart the room first. The door of Koyama's office closed behind Umeo with a soft click. Taking Okiku's acceptance of his plan as tacit agreement, Umeo led the way out of the embassy and through the lively streets. \n\n\nThe vibrancy of the city was at its peak in midday, with the sun's warm embrace casting elongated shadows of townsfolk hustling and bustling. Shops that lined the streets called out with their vibrant displays of goods, while the scent of roasting street food filled the air. Amidst it all, Umeo's blue kimono was a beacon of serenity, its koi fish embroidery shimmering subtly under the midday sun.\n\nUmeo reflected on the meeting with Koyama as they walked. His mind was a whirlwind of scenarios and strategies. The silence of the Kurotsuchi was disconcerting, and their next moves had to be thought out and executed with precision. Umeo knew that one wrong move could result in the scales of diplomacy tipping unfavorably.\n\nWith a sigh, he broke the silence, \"Okiku-sama, our journey has just begun. This silence... It's not a good sign. We're stepping into unknown territory, but it's necessary. We can't afford to let our clan suffer.\" He glanced at her, hoping she understood the gravity of the situation.\n\nAs the Noble Quarter's grand architecture gave way to simpler structures, Umeo subtly altered their route to avoid the busiest streets. He lead Okiku through quieter side streets.\n\nThe clamor of the main streets began to feel distant in these narrow back-alleys. Umeo found a strange peace in the relative silence. With a determined set to his jaw, Umeo focused his mind on the task ahead. They had a lead to follow and a mystery to unravel.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "equestriati", "message": "Okiku stepped lightly, her shifting with quick, confident steps under her pure white kimono. Though she did not wear the emerald tint of her clan in the fabric of her kimono, she displayed her allegiance with her obi, the wide belt that held her white wakizashi within its folds.\n\nUpon leaving the Crab embassy, she had tucked her hands into the sleeves, holding them before her as she walked next to her companion. She listened to the cautionary words in silence, and eventually gave a slightly nod of comprehension.\n\nShe took a moment to cast her dark eyes at their surroundings before pursing her lips with thought — considering her words.\n\nOkiku gave a nod at mention of preventing the Crab from suffering do the situation. \"I have been tasked to assist the Crab with your endeavour,\" She said, her voice gentle and soft. \"As such, you can expect that I will give this matter as much gravity and effort as I would to my own.\"\n\n\"As such, in the time since first hearing of the difficulties, I have made the presumption that if this Kurotsuchi house has already been formally approached by the Crab to account for the missing — likely stolen — items, but rebuffed your clan's efforts, they would mostly certainly know the reason for our presence,\" She said.\n\n\"As such, I would therefore presume them to likely be immediately guarded against our inquiries,\" She added. \"I would therefore consider coming at the house from the side — look for what information we can from ouside its walls first.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Bathed in the midday sun, Yasuki Umeo and Yoritomo Okiku navigated the city's labyrinthine streets. Umeo listened to Okiku's words attentively, his rugged features softened by sunlight. He spoke quietly to his walking companion, his rumbling voice barely audible. \"I agree. Direct contact with the Kurotsuchi could put them on the defensive. Better to draw out their secrets from the shadows - their allies, their rivals, and even their help could spill precious information. If we can see what the view is from the outside, we may glean a clearer picture of the situation inside.\" \n\nAs they wound through quieter streets, the pulsating thrum of city life was reduced to a muffled drone. Vendors peddling pickled vegetables and ornate fans added splashes of color to the narrower roads, their calls of commerce punctuating the serene ambiance. Engrossed in their daily routines, common folk paid scant attention to the samurai moving among them.\n\n\"We should also consider recent shifts within the Kurotsuchi's realm - alliances forged and broken,\" Umeo suggested under his breath, his mind simmering with strategies. \"Financial trails, business entanglements, critical decisions... Anything could be a piece of the puzzle.\" A burst of children's laughter drew Umeo's attention as he watched a band of children chasing a stray dog. They were close to the river. The smell of the docks wound its way through the city on a sharp wind. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "equestriati", "message": "Okiku's steps were careful and precise, conscious of where she was putting her feet with each footfall. She listened to her companion, nodding in agreement at the suggestions.\n\n\"Would the Crab have any additional information on this house we could make use of, or know of any agents that facilited transactions?\" She asked, though they had already left the embassy well behind them.\n\n\"I would also presume them to have ouside associates,\" Okiku suggested. \"People in the community they employ who are not tied directly to the house itself. Cleaners, labourers, and the like. These people may have inklings of what goes on around them within the house, but don't possess any particularly strong loyalty to the house itself.\"\n\n\"Perhaps those would be more willing to speak with us... With incentive, of course,\" She said in her quiet tone. \"Casual observation from outside could glean any potential canditates to question.\"\n\nAs the pair walked through the streets, Okiku didn't pay any particular attention to the hum of life around her. She was apparently aware of the activity, but none of it seemed to hold much interest to her - just a buzz of background noise.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Umeo nodded in agreement with Okiku's suggestions while simultaneously observing their surroundings. The more crowded the streets grew, the more useful information seemed to lurk within the faces and voices of the passing commoners. \"We have the records delivered to me by the Ambassador's servant earlier. They're not much yet, but I'll begin looking into them further when we part ways. If we're lucky, I should be able to find exactly that kind of information in them,\" Umeo responded, adjusting the fall of his blue kimono as the wind from the docks grew stronger.\n\n\"As for the community associated with the Kurotsuchi, you're right. We might find useful information amongst the laborers and servants... The background people who witness the daily comings and goings. We should approach with caution and tact, of course. \" Umeo's words trailed off, his gaze shifting to a group of laborers pulling a wagon loaded with cargo from a nearby boat. He turned to Okiku, his expression thoughtful. Umeo took a step in the direction of the dock. \"The docks are often a hub for information. Let's take a closer look. Perhaps the river's whispers may shed some light on the Kurotsuchi's secrets.\"\n\nUmeo guided her through the burgeoning crowds, leading them toward the scent of salt, fish, and damp wood. The pair's imposing stature allowed them to navigate the docks unhindered. Umeo's gaze was vigilant, scrutinizing each face, taking note of their interactions, seeking the hidden truths beneath the veil of ordinary routines. The sunlight was less harsh here, the shadows longer and the whispers quieter, but every detail was another brushstroke in the grand picture they were trying to paint. The real work had just begun.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "equestriati", "message": "Okiku stepped after her companion. She didn't reply to his words immediately, her painted lips remaining pressed closed. She watchfully observing their surroundings as they navigated the crowds. She didn't particularly expect any open threats, but kept her dark gaze wary of anyone that may be taking too much interest in the pair's presence.\n\nThe docks were a popular hive of scum and villainy; and one that Okiku herself had been attempting to expand her own influence into. The high likelihood of the criminal element was what kept her wary, such those that may not appreciate samurai walking amongst them and putting their noses in places they didn't belong.\n\nUnlike the majority of her clan, Okiku didn't particularly enjoy the sea. She possessed only the most rudimentary understanding of seagoing travel - just enough knowledge to not embarass herself when aboard a ship. She was more interested in the termination points of her clan's shipping endeavours, where the land beneath her feet did not shift to the whims and wiles of the sea and wind.\n\nThough wary and cautious, very little emotion extended far enough to touch her cool face. \"Do you know the docks well?\" She finally would query in her quiet, soft tone that was barely loud enough to rise over the wind and the bustling drone of activity around them.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Umeo's lips curled slightly at Okiku's question. \"I am not as familiar with these docks as I would like to be,\" He confessed, surveying the bustling dockside activities. Despite his claim of unfamiliarity, he navigated the docks like a seasoned veteran might navigate a battlefield. His gaze swept over the faces of sailors, laborers, and merchants, eyes sharp and alert for any sign of the Kurotsuchi house or its associates. \"I have spent more time on the open seas than many Crab, but rarely did my duties bring me this far upriver.\" \n\nDespite his admission, the seasoned Yasuki didn't seem perturbed. On the contrary, his eyes shone with resolve. \"A lack of familiarity should not be a barrier for me,\" He said, his voice steady and determined. \"Observation and quick thinking have served so far, and I have faith they will continue to guide now. Sometimes, unfamiliarity can be an advantage. It allows us to see things with fresh eyes and without preconceived notions.\" As he spoke, Umeo subtly guided Okiku away from the most crowded areas of the docks, heading towards a nearby warehouse. \n\nAs they walked passed, the workers were loading and unloading their crates with diligent efficiency. Umeo, without breaking his stride, nodded politely to the day's foreman. Today, it was a portly man with a weathered face and burly arms. The sounds of the docks surrounded them - the creaking of ropes, the shouts of sailors, and the rhythmic lapping of the water against the docks. Umeo looked at the Mantis and nodded toward the edge of the Merchant District, \"That is the center of our investigation. We should spend some time observing the Kurotsuchi Counting House from a distance, and I'll need to review these documents given to me by Hida-sama's assistant. If we wind up entering the Counting House in the future, you should be aware that they will be keeping records there that we might find particularly useful. We must not allow any records to be destroyed or removed.\" \n\|\|" }, { "author": "equestriati", "message": "\"I did not question your familiarity or lack there of, Yasuki-san,\" She said quiety. \"Mere curiosity as you project confidence and assurity in an otherwise unfamiliar environment.\"\n\nOkiku stepped after, moving with familiarity as she had spent many hours lurking on the docks of her home islands — particularly when attempting to avoid the frustrations of her studies that simply did not agree with her.\n\nAs a young, slim woman, she was well aware she was perceived as somewhat of an outsider in the environment of sailors and labourers — at least by outward appearance.\n\n\"Would there be a tea house nearby, that would certainly serve as a convenient means of observation,\" She suggested. \"Likewise I can inquire about shops nearby should we need a closer look without tipping our hand. I would not expect the counting house is as of yet aware of the Mantis assisting the Crab in this matter.\"\n\n\"I do, likewise, have concern that once the Crab play their hand to investigate the house, any incriminating evidence that may exist will be discarded or destroyed,\" She added. \"As we observe, let us deduce a means for someone to head off any attempts to conceal, destroy, or remove any such evidence.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Indeed, a tea house might be an ideal location for observation,\" Umeo replied thoughtfully to Okiku's suggestion, casting his glance over the bustling crowd of dock workers, merchants, and sailors. \"And I think there is one not far from here that receives their tea from some people that I know. Not as likely to turn us away or work against us.\"\n\nThere was an unassuming public square nestled between the city's districts around a block over. The square was a crossroad of sorts, frequented by all manner of people going about their daily routines. A venerable old cherry tree provided a canopy of shade on one side, its blossoms a splash of soft pink against the azure sky. The signage of a busy tea house was visible poking over the roof of a building two streets down. \"This should do. Let's rest a while under the cherry tree,\" Umeo suggested, steering Okiku towards the tree's welcoming shade. From here, they had a clear view of the comings and goings in the square while remaining somewhat removed from the thrum of activity. It wasn't the quiet of a tea house, but it offered a similar sense of calm amid the city's heartbeat.\n\nAs they settled in the dappled shade of the tree, Umeo appreciated Okiku's direct and efficient manner. Her approach to their mission mirrored his own, and he was silently thankful for her presence. \"I appreciate your caution, Okiku-sama,\" Umeo said quietly as they watched the square's activity. \n\n\"This investigation is a delicate operation. As you rightly pointed out, direct intervention might lead to everything being destroyed or hidden away. I hope that a clever and subtle approach will be possible.\" He paused, casting a thoughtful glance her way. Umeo's gaze then shifted back to the cityscape before them, taking in the varying scenes unfolding. A group of laborers unloading crates at a nearby shop, a gathering of elderly locals sharing a meal, a couple of children chasing after a wayward ball.\n\nHe gestured to the bit of sign barely visible from where they stood, \"Over there is the tea house I was referring to. A magistrate might not be able to have a direct eye on the counting house from three, but they should be able to see most of those going back and forth. With patience, perhaps we will glean some insight into our quarry's behavior.\" \n\nHis tone was calm, his manner composed, but his dark eyes held a spark of anticipation. \"I have studying to do. Hopefully, I may find some information hidden in merchant's ledgers. Financial gains reported without products to substantiate it... Benefactors with no obvious ties to the operations or investments required to operate their shipping concern... Or even regular diversions from standard trade routes that might indicate an encampment.\" \n\nUmeo sat in silence for a moment, the city's distant noise a muted hum in his ears. There was a sense of peace here under the cherry tree. A tranquility that belied the crucial mission they had undertaken seeped from the petals. \"We should be prepared to reconvene soon with any others also working on this project. I expect Koyama or one of the other ambassadors will summon us when the time is right,\" The Auditor said. \n\nThe game of shadows and whispers had begun, and they were its players. They would watch and wait for now. They would act when the time was right, they had their stage for now. Their next moves would be decided by the rhythm of the city and the whispers it chose to share. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "equestriati", "message": "Okiku sat, a slim demure form under the fluttering shadows of the cherry tree. She pursed her lips a moment in thought, her dark eyes not particularly watching the people, yet taking them all in as she remained as innocuous as she could.\n\nHer floating attention remained less on the random people, and more searching out anybody that might be giving their presence just a bit too much interest. Regardless, she endeavoured to remain as innocent in appearance as to her purpose there. She was a merchant first, so endeavoured to project the image of a young entrepreneur in search of new markets.\n\nShe gave a small bow of her head when Umeo spoke. \"I will not pretend that I am personable as expected of a court's diplomat, nor a stalwart warrior,\" She said in her soft tone. \"But as such, caution and careful planning is something I can strive to embrace to make up for what I may lack in other areas.\"\n\n\"I should expect your seniors are very eager to see the opening moves of this investigation begin,\" She added. \"Perhaps a runner should be sent to inform them that we are in position to observe the site and ready to act on their word?\"\n\nShe paused a moment. \"Would they deem it worthwhile, I would be content to pose as an interested party looking to acquire the house's services for my clan as a means to gain entry prior to their arrival — if only to prevent the destruction or absconsion with pertinent evidences of chicanery.\"\n\n\"Regardless,\" Okiku said, offering the barest hint of a smile — so slight it could have been a figment of imagination. \"I am eager and ready to see this investigation completed with notable success — as I am very certain you are as well.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Yasuki Umeo listened to the Mantis attentively before bowing slightly, \"Yes, I believe that you are correct. In the absence of runners, I shall deliver the news personally... Albeit at a slower pace.\" He watched as a small group of people walked by, but the two samurai sitting together under the cherry tree remained unremarked upon. Umeo moved to follow them, his first step causing him to wince to himself as his battered joints protested. \n\nBefore leaving, the Crab accountant turned and returned Okiku's nearly non-existent smile with a brief nod. \"I am eager to end this as well. The longer we delay, the more complications await us. I will inform Hida-sama that you are remaining to continue observation and have a plan to move behind their defenses.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	319	3,980
350.625	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "turans", "message": "Miho looked carefully at the selection of bokken in front of her, before picking one that would fit Umeo's size. As with all things, she had prepared carefully for this day: training plan, advices that would not be offensive, choice of clothes, everything had been planned in advance, tested and finally approved by the commission in her mind. Only the location had given her serious problems: on one hand, it felt inappropriate to invite herself into his embassy, but on the other hand she imagined he would not want to start getting back in shape in a public dojo, under the eyes of all. Umeo had respected her privacy with the opium affair, and she would respect his.\n\n\"Please, notify Yasuki-san I am ready at his earliest convenience.\" She ordered a servant, before starting her warm-up kata. To be honest, she was not an outstanding swordsman, but perhaps this is just what Umeo needed: a master might have overwhelmed him with their advanced advice.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo received the servant's message with a nod, a subtle anticipation stirring within him. Only recently had he sent a message to Ambassador Koyama's office informing him of his private calisthenics program with the lion soldier. The prospect of physical exertion, of reacquainting his body with the disciplined motions of kata, was both a challenge and a solace. He stood, his right leg protesting with a dull ache—a constant reminder of the tempest that had nearly claimed his life. Yet, it was not in his nature to shy away from discomfort; instead, he met it as he did all things, with quiet resolve.\n\nHe made his way to the appointed place, his gait measured, the drag of his leg almost imperceptible to those who did not know to look for it. When he arrived, he bowed low in greeting, \"Ikoma Miho-sama,\" The Crab Merchant started, his voice carrying the weight of his position and the humility of a student. \"I am ready to begin. I appreciate your guidance in this matter. Shall we start with the basics?\" He asked, his tone even. \n\nHe stepped onto the training mat, the texture beneath his feet grounding him in the present. He took the bokken she had selected for him, his left hand adjusting to its balance, his right hand joining in a loose grip. The bokken felt unfamiliar in his left hand, its weight a memory from a past life. He moved it experimentally, a shadow of discomfort crossing his features. The bokken trembled like a child was holding it. As it steadied, Umeo's expression set in a look of focused determination.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "\"Please, call me Ikoma-san. I am not a sensei, but mere sparring partner providing what little advice she can give.\" As she spoke, she sized him up mentally, calculating his strengths and weakness with analytical eye. His frame was strong, but his leg was clearly a burden of his, and the bokken trembled in his hands as if he had never held one... But she liked the fire in his eyes. Bushi or courtier, you could always count on the children of Hida to not give up.\n\n\"Before crossing blades, I would suggest starting with some simple kata: we do not want to pull a muscle from lack of warm-up. If you do not know any, follow my movements.\" She raised the bokken at the height of her eyes, and lowered it slowly, planting herself on the soles of her feet, and then followed with a horizontal slash. This was Akodo's First Stance, a kata that every lion bushi knew, and often the first that was taught to their children. She had chosen this one because of its simpleness, but at the same because it could be quite taxing if you did it slow as she was:she wanted to gauge the Yasuki's fitness level before going right to fighting. After all, a noncombatant would probably benefit more from a healthy body than an advanced knowledge of kenjutsu.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo watched Ikoma-san's movements with the keen eye of a seasoned observer. He mirrored her stance, raising the bokken with his left hand leading, his right hand's grip tentative but determined. The motion was slow, deliberate, as he followed her lead, his eyes never leaving the bokken's path. \n\nThe Crab diplomat was not a small man, and he had the strength that came so easily to his clan. However, an experienced veteran might compare his movements to a gravely wounded soldier that refused to fall before the battle was done. Certain movements that should have been fluid were stiff and awkward. His muscles were already sore from the stretching he had done prior to the Lion's arrival, but he had not wanted to begin such an undertaking unprepared. \n\nHis body protested, the legacy of his injuries making themselves known. He pushed through the discomfort and focused on the precision of the movement rather than the strength behind it. His breathing was controlled, a steady rhythm that matched the rise and fall of the wooden sword. As he completed the horizontal slash, he felt the strain in his right arm, the tremor more pronounced. Yet, he did not falter, repeating the movement as Ikoma-san had demonstrated. With each repetition, the tremble in his grip lessened, his body embracing the form and function of the exercise. It was not the swordsmanship of a seasoned warrior, but there was a methodical determination to his actions. \n\nAs they progressed, Umeo's analytical mind worked in tandem with his physical efforts. He noted the symmetry of their movements, the cleanliness of their lines, and the balance of their forms. His obsessive-compulsive tendencies found a measure of satisfaction in the order of the kata, in the rightness of each motion, even as his body struggled with movements once taken for granted. He was mindful of his limitations, yet he did not allow them to define his efforts. Umeo's focus was absolute, his world narrowed to the space of the mat and the weight of the bokken in his hands. \n\nAfter several more repetitions, he paused, lowering the bokken with a respectful nod toward the Lioness. \"Ikoma-san,\" He said, his voice tight but controlled to avoid betraying the effort it took to maintain the exercise, \"Your guidance is most appreciated. The body remembers what the mind sometimes forgets.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "...Six out of ten. She decided, at the end of the exercise. Honestly, better than what she had expected. He was still in great shape, and though his wounds obviously limited him, he still remembered the basics of kenjutsu. And most importantly, he had determination. She couldn't make a Kensei out of him, but for what he had in mind, this was more than enough.\n\n\"Indeed, Yasuki-san. It is good you can still listen to it.\" She lowered her bokken to the side: it was almost time to spar, but there was still something to settle. \"Now, let us speak of your objectives. What are you trying to achieve with this training, Yasuki-San? Health benefits? Peace of mind? Self-defence knowledge? If have a precise idea of what you are seeking, I can steer you in that direction.\"\n\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo took a moment to consider the Ikoma's question, his gaze shifting from the bokken in his hands to the Lioness before him. He appreciated her directness, which he found refreshing and conducive to honest discourse. \"Control.\" He began, his voice strained but steady, \"Ultimately, my goals are multifaceted. Primarily, I seek to regain a measure of the physical capability I possessed before my injury.\" He paused, shifting his weight slightly to ease the discomfort in his leg. \"Moreover, there is a mental aspect to the work. The focus required provides a clarity of mind that I find invaluable. Training the body is meditative and a form of meditation I wish to find enjoyable again.\"\n\nUmeo took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a depth of introspection. \"And lastly, there is the matter of self-defense. While I am no warrior, the nature of my work often places me in situations where the ability to defend myself will prove crucial. I do not aspire to match the prowess of a seasoned bushi... But I must at least return to the competency required to hold my own.\"\n\nThe Crab Merchant then readied himself, assuming a basic stance, \"Some movements, I have clawed back from the edges of my weakness. Others? Others, I will no longer be able to make... Regardless of the effort. I must learn and catalog these failings and how to adapt the techniques I have learned to the new body I have been cursed with.\" As he awaited her response, his grip on the bokken tightened. \"Today, we review the sword. But I have no intention of stopping there.\" \n\nHe looked at Ikoma-san, his expression set. \"I understand these goals may seem ambitious, given my current limitations, but I am committed to this path. A Crab's body is a weapon. It must be so, as our home is the most dangerous place in the Empire. Even our peasants must carry weapons and be trained in their use, lest they be lost to the darkness. Giving up and allowing myself to go soft is unacceptable. I will not be outdone by a rice farmer.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "If Miho was anyone else, she would have smiled. Great answer. Wise, ambitious, and practical, a samurai's answer. But stingy as she was with the expression, her approval was only communicated with a nod. \"I see, Yasuki-san. Then, I think I can help you.\"\n\nFinally, she took a stance. Rather than an her usual sideway one, she rooted her legs steadily, blade straight in front of you. The most timeless of all kenjutsu poses. \"You may go whenever you want, Yasuki-san. Attack me as you like: do not feel compelled to hold yourself to traditional duelling rules. All is fair in survival.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "\"Ikoma-san,\" He said, his voice hoarse but firm, \"Thank you for this lesson. I have much to learn, but I am ready for the journey.\" He bowed deeply, a sign of respect and gratitude. Umeo studied Ikoma-san's stance, his mind analyzing the possibilities and limitations of his own body. He knew he couldn't match her speed or agility, but he had other strengths- Patience and Observation. \n\nHe began to circle slowly, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving Ikoma-san. Umeo's grip on the bokken was firm but not tense, ready to adapt to whatever response his actions might provoke. He remembered his lessons as a young Crab, emphasizing analyzing and understanding his opponent's traits and turning their advantages into his own. \n\nWith a sudden burst of energy, Umeo lunged forward off his left foot. He aimed his strike not at Ikoma-san directly but slightly off to her side. It was a feint designed to test her reaction and create an opening. He expected her to move gracefully, easily avoiding the strike. But Umeo was not seeking to land a blow; he was learning her rhythm, her style.\n\nAfterward, he retreated a step and reassessed his approach. His sword arm ached, a constant reminder of his limitations, but he pushed the pain to the back of his mind. For now, he would focus on the present and let everything else fall away while focusing on the upcoming dance of 'blades' before him. Umeo then shifted his stance, adopting a more defensive posture. He knew he couldn't outmaneuver Miho, but perhaps he could outthink her.\n\nHe waited for her to make a move, ready to counter. The obvious strategy against the more mobile opponent would be finding ways to use her momentum against her. Any block and return would be thanks only to his strategic mind and his ability to anticipate and adapt. He was not just fighting with his body here; he was fighting with his intellect, his years of experience in reading people and situations.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "Indeed, Miho's first instinct was to evade, maybe counter with a wrist strike. But she didn't. Instead, she blocked the blow fully, putting all her weight in this defense. It hurt, blocking a strike from someone much bigger than her, but she ignored the sensation. She wasn't trying to show off her skill. She was here to teach, and by the gods, she'd do that well.\n\nAnd as Umeo retreated back, she didn't chase. The Ikoma, indeed seemed perfectly content to wait as much as Umeo would want. Her stance almost seemed a copy of the Yasuki, indeed, quite alien to her usual style. She waited a little more, just to make clear she could have done it for longer if she wished to, and then started inching closer to the Yasuki, without changing her stance. Closer, closer, until she was well into his range, and just kept closer. Her eyes weren't on Umeo's face, but rather, on his torso and his shoulders. That was the real tell of when an hit was about to come. You hold on a good defense, Yasuki-san... But what do you do, when your opponent doesn't play along?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo observed Ikoma Miho's approach, her stance mirroring his own. The scent of polished wood and lingering incense added intensity to the air in the dojo. The light filtering through the shoji screens cast long, dramatic shadows across the tatami mats. As Ikoma-san inched closer, Umeo's mind raced. He knew he couldn't match her speed or agility. He noted the focus of her gaze, not on his face, but on his torso and shoulders. Ah. It was his move. \n\nUmeo leaned slightly to his left, pulling weight off his aching leg. A trained swordswoman, the Ikoma could almost watch his center-of-balance as he seemed to sink under his own weight.. Leaning and crouching and that center-of-balance began rushing downward, pooling. Concentrating. And there it was again, the Geyser! The same straightening, leaping forward, but his bokken was held across his body this time, prepared for a tight quarters strike. His left hand braced, his right guided. This was a forward charge. The cross-body slash was clearly telegraphed as coming from Ikoma's right to left. \n\n\"Kiai!\" A quick shout as Umeo executed his strike. His weak leg swung out and kicked the ground, suddenly forcing the solid Crab's mass sideways as it hurtled forward. The merchant's leading shoulder dropped; the river flowed downward again. He was set to narrowly avoid running into her, passing by her with the force of spring waters rushing down the mountains. Umeo was water.\n\nAs Umeo passed beside the Ikoma, he brought his bokken down and across in a swift, arcing motion towards her knees. His forward momentum combined with his swing as the wooden sword cut through the air with a whistle. Last time, there was a feint and a test of defense. Last time, Umeo was testing for patterns and rhythms. But, this time? This time, his whole intention was in the strike. His swordsmanship was inelegant, relying heavily on his athletic ability to compensate, but it was bringing with it the fullest concussive force that the former Yoriki could bring to bear. \n\nAs he completed his swing, his injured leg would buckle slightly under the strain of the sudden movement. While the samurai would not let the reaction reach his face, the staccato step was clear and apparent. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "Miho waited patiently for him to make his move, observing the preparations that his body gave away. His leg was badly injured, indeed, but he seemed determined to not let that dictate his tactics. Was that a courageous or a foolhardy choice? Both were possible, depending on the situation.\n\nWhen he finally attacked, she defeated the instinct to dodge like she normally would, forcing herself to an hard parry. The strike from the bigger man reverberated through her arms, but she had decided to adopt the defensive sword style of the Crab right now, and she would stick by it, regardless of the consequences. Then the second strike; now this was noteworthy, a follow up that spoke of previous martial experience. Umeo had not lied, he could have been a good bushi, once. But possibility and reality are well separated.\n\nWhen the swing came towards her, she actually stepped into his guard, directing the block towards the base of the bokken. It was easier there, but not by that much: the blow still swept to the side a bit, despite her planting her feet. This caused a minuscule nod of approval: yes, his athleticism was on point. Thank the Heavens. One would be appaled by the number of courtiers who had the pretense to become masters of self defense without one day of training their body. However.\n\nAt last, Miho took the offensive. She started advancing, not as slowly as she had done before, but marching at him decisively, blade still in front of her. Her plan was to walk him down relentlessly, keeping him occupied with non-committal strikes until he was gassed out: for how many tricks he could pull, sooner or later his leg would give up completely and this bout would be over.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Umeo breathed steadily, watching as the Ikoma advanced. He would not step backwards, instead moving sideways or at forward angles. He obviously favored movements that pushed off with his bad right leg and landed on his left. With each parry, Umeo's bokken met Miho's with a sharp clack, the sound echoing off the dojo walls. He shifted his weight, compensating for his weaker leg, using his stance to maintain balance and leverage. His eyes, sharp and focused, never left Ikoma-san's center mass, watching for the subtle tells that preceded each strike. As he searched for an opening, he was all too familiar with his own. Too much of his balance was resting on his good leg, a weakness that the merchant could not seem to avoid for long. \n\nThe dojo's air was thick with the scents of exertion, wood smoke, and the pervasive aroma of sweet summer flowers that seemed to follow the Auditor wherever he went. The Crab's mind raced, calculating each step, each potential strike. His leg ached. Umeo stayed on the defensive and continued parrying as Miho's strikes came relentlessly, his movements fluid but growing more and more labored. \n\nThen, believing that he saw a slight overextension in one of the Ikoma's strikes, Umeo tried to seize an opportunity. He stepped in, closing the distance, his bokken moving in a swift, upward arc aimed at her side. As he was completing the swing, Umeo's leg gave a sharp stab of protest and began to buckle under the strain. He gritted his teeth, trying to fight through the pain. His grip on the bokken tightened and his knuckles whitened. He knew he couldn't keep this up much longer. His body was reaching its limit, but he would not yield. Not yet. \n\nHe would also not being taking another step without assistance, today. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "She had, indeed overexteded a bit: it was good that he noticed that. Without realising it, she switched to her usual style, sidestepping the blow with a sequence of quick footwork, and kept moving around Umeo, until she found an angle that she appreciated. From there, she raised a leg and stomped forward, aiming to kick the crab's injured leg: using the bokken was risky, as it could actually cause serious damage in delicate zones.\n\nFor a split second she wondered if it this was too brutal of a move, but then she remembered their premise: he wanted to be able to kill a real enemy, maybe even some of shadows beyond the Wall. She could not in good faith offer him a watered down battle.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Little did the Ikoma know, that leg wasn't going anywhere. It had already been pushed too hard, too far. All mobility was spent. Miho's powerful kick landed with the distinctive, sickening snap of dislocation. Umeo felt a searing pain shoot through the injured leg as the joint gave way. He crumpled with a pained grunt. The Crab Karo's leg was obviously pointing in an incorrect direction. The question in the air was clear. Do you plan on quitting, Umeo? Are you not training for a real fight? Did you expect a Lion to coddle your Pride? Is this the point where you lay on the ground and allow your opponent to kill you?\n\nBefore there was time for saner heads to call off the spar, Umeo launched into action with a singular purpose – adapt or be defeated. In a swift and practiced motion, Umeo raised and kicked his good leg out and to the side. His body twisted and flowed on the mat like spring rains running over dry earth. He shifted his weight, pivoted, and swung his bokken wide at her ankles, building momentum as he spun closer. He would defy the pain coursing through his knee. The question of what he would do if this were a real fight was a fair one for his training partner to ask. And it was one that could only be answered through action. \n\nUmeo had no time for hesitation. Collecting his fervor into another \"Kiai!\" This time low and growling, the Auditor swung up with his bokken from his position at the Ikoma's feet. He released his hold on the weapon at the apex of his swing, using the momentum of the feint as he transitioned seamlessly to a grapple. Yasuki Umeo wrapped his arms around the soldier's knees and arched his back with the full of his strength. The crippled merchant's grip tightened around Miho, his muscles straining like the ropes of a ship in a storm. There was a swift, calculated twist of his hips and a heave of his shoulders. \|\|jiujutsu 3, talked the outcome out in advance\|\|\n\nThe technique successful; the double-leg takedown pulled Miho onto her back and on top of Umeo. He was perpendicular to the Lioness, her back pressed against his chest tight enough to feel the outline of the large puckered scar through his kimono. The cross-hold saw him controlling both of her arms: one was hooked tightly with his good leg, and he held the other with a steely grip. His body was a human anchor, pinning her to the floor. \n\nHe rumbled something unintelligible before releasing his hold, and taking a few ragged breaths. He was easier to understand when he repeated himself, though.\n\n\"I'm afraid that I have need of a medic.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "turans", "message": "Miho's mind was out of the fight far before her body. The snapping sound remembered her that this was just a sparring match, and for a moment she was concerned that she might have damaged the Crab's auditor irreparably. They were just paving the way for an alliance with the Crab, they didn't need this now... She was already opening her mouth. \nBut she had forgotten who she was fighting with. This wasn't just an out-of-shape courtier in need of training, this man was a Crab, and their people had held back the purest expression of evil for eleven centuries through sheer determination. And they weren't done till they were dead.\n\nHer reflexes still gave her enough time to defend from the sword blow, but the feint left her truly unprepared for what came next. She tried to throw him off by twisting her hips the other way. But the difference in weight and strength was too much, and her visual shifted upwards. She was trapped in a vice-like grip, her arms blocked without possibility to escape, she was-\n\n-barely on her 20th summer, just appointed gunso. The lion on top of her helmet shone proudly with every time she turned to take out another arrow. The enemy had broken, broken already, so weak. Just a successful flanking was enough to make them crumble. Did she really have to learn anything from this new positioning. Her superiors should have quit with their pomp and gave her the next rank already. Her hand moved to her quiver again, almost bored- and met another hand there.\n\nSuddenly, she was on her back, her arm in a painful joint lock. The ashigaru who had already fled had recovered their courage, they were back to serve their clan. Her ire swiftly turned into fear when she realised she couldn't see any of her bannermen around her. She let her elbow fall repeatedly, breaking the man's cheekbone, but he was fuelled by the strength of desperation and pulled out his dagger, jamming it randomly in any spot he could reach. She screamed as it found a way through her glove, and surpassed the concept of screaming as it began running upwards...\n\nIt was Umeo's murmur that snapped her back into the real word, as she found herself raising her head probably to throw a headbutt. She sucked air in as she was released, just lying over him for a few moments, until she heard his words, and finally understood their sense. \"Wait here. And Don't move.\" Miho's voice was almost gruff as she rolled off him and marched out of the room, face flush and hair out of place. Besides Umeo's health, she was also eager to get out of that room as soon as possible, to recover her composure. And to convince her right hand to stop burning. It hadn't happened in... How long? She bit her lip and accelerated her stride, chastising herself for her weakness. She thought she had learnt to not underestimate her opponent by now. But apparently, the ancestors had needed to remind her through Umeo.\n\nIs there not a damn medic in this whole embassy?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "marcusgottlesby", "message": "Lying on his back on the training mat, Yasuki Umeo stared at the ceiling. His breathing was heavy and the pain in his leg was sharp and unrelenting. Had he won? Perhaps. He had pushed himself beyond his limits and confirmed that he had at least not lost his resolve. As the pain from his dislocated knee throbbed through his body, he could help but question the cost.\n\nUmeo let out a slow, ragged breath and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. As he lay there, waiting for the medic, Umeo was already planning the next training exercise. A Crab's will could bend fate itself.\n\n\|\|" } ]	356	5,610
372.222222	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "The letter had been received well. Himiko had read over it several times and simply could not think about a reply. Not that she was busy but there was currently no issue that she wished to be solved. Alas not issues for the likes of anyone but herself. So much unlike her normal modest self she decided to be daring and visit the sender. After all if it was not formal for them to speak she would be much more at ease to start with. So after the lion ambassador had made it into the embassy without any form of struggle but with approval she had started to ask around for m him. \n\nShe had not dared to step inside without any form of invitation so she had been patiently waiting outside. Not to mention that Ilu had been with her, as always. The beast had been much more patient than the ambassador was however. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "On the other side of the embassy gate, Yasuki Umeo was in his study, calmly going over some scrolls when a servant entered, bowing deeply. \"Yasuki-sama, there is a visitor for you at the gate. She is Kitsu Himiko-sama, the Lion Clan Ambassador, and she's accompanied by her... Umm... Companion, Ilu-sama.\"\n\nUmeo placed the scroll on the table, curiosity piqued. \"Ilu-sama? An unusual name for a companion. Do we know anything else about this Ilu-sama?\"\n\nThe servant gave a nervous glance at Umeo before speaking, \"Well, Yasuki-sama, Ilu-sama... Is a dog. A rather large one, if I may add.\"\n\nThis unexpected detail brought a slight lift to Umeo's right eyebrow. \"A dog? Now, that's certainly interesting. Prepare some tea and refreshments. I'll meet them at the gate.\" Umeo rose from his seat, and took a moment to smooth his hair and adjust his mon on his kimono, making sure his appearance was immaculate before stepping out to greet his guests. Upon opening the gate, the sight that greeted him was truly a marvel. \n\nThe Lion Clan Ambassador, Kitsu Himiko, was indeed a sight to behold. Her wild, fiery hair and imposing figure towered over most others, and the raw energy she projected was truly awe-inspiring. However, what caught Umeo's attention was not just her, but the majestic dog beside her, standing almost as tall as a pony and exuding a sense of calm and discipline that was almost palpable.\n\n\"Kitsu Himiko-sama,\" Umeo bowed respectfully, \"What an unexpected surprise! And this must be Ilu-sama, I presume?\" He directed his gaze to the large dog, eyes sparkling with respect and admiration. \"They certainly are magnificent. I'm honored that you chose to visit me in person.\" He gestured for the Lion Ambassador and her companion to follow him. \"Please, come inside. I've ordered tea and refreshments. We have much to discuss, I imagine.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Himiko had taken her turn bowing down. Much unlike her status as ambassador she had chosen to still wear the outfit of the shrine maiden. After all that was what she first and foremost always had been. Her face was covered up by a veil. It had hidden the deep marks that were left on her skin. Not because she did not wish for the Crab to see her like this, but moreover not to scare the people outside. \"It is an honor finally meeting you in person Yasuki-sama.\" The Kitsu stated with a warm voice. \n\nSo when Himiko had taken her turn to bow down it was Ilu's turn. The rather giant dog had bowed down as her tail wagged excitedly. \"As for Ilu, she's beyond happy to meet you. Yet do tell her when her presence and joy is too much. She can settle down any moment.\" Himiko elaborated on the giant dog next to her. She had pet Ilu's head several times before being invited in. \n\n\"Although I do wish to apologize for my unannounced arrival. I wished to discuss matters in person and get to know the writer of the letters.\" A smile came from the Kitsu. \"So thank you for the warm welcome.\" Himiko said as she had followed him inside to the assigned place for tea. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "A soft chuckle escaped Umeo's lips as he watched Ilu, the majestic beast that was as composed and imposing as it was excited just to be there. \"Ilu-sama need not worry for her presence is refreshing. A quiet strength amidst the storm of court life. You must appreciate her discipline. Indeed, whoever was responsible for her training has brought you great honor with their skill.\"\n\nHis gaze then turned back to the ambassador, \"And please, there's no need for apologies, Ambassador Kitsu Himiko-sama. Your visit is an honor and it brings a welcomed break to my usual routines. More so, it brings me great pleasure to meet the recipient of my letters.\" As they walked, Umeo led them through the embassy of the Crab. Floral arrangements in intricate iron vases decorate side tables, both beautiful reminders of the spring blossoms waiting outside and easily repurposed tools should they be needed in a fight. The movement of servants and samurai pursuing their mid-day duties moves with the steady rhythm of military efficiency. \n\nUpon reaching the tea room, Umeo offered a seat to Kitsu Himiko-sama, ensuring that she was settled comfortably. Umeo then directed one of the servants to ensure that Ilu-sama was comfortable. The servant nodded and swiftly brought out a large, comfortable mat for the large dog to rest upon. As he poured the tea himself, he handled the tea set with practiced grace. The fine china clinked gently against the wooden tray. His movements were slow and deliberate, displaying the controlled calm of a samurai, while his eyes remained focused on the task.\n\nFinally, he poured a cup for himself and took his seat across from her, placing the tea in front of him. The auditor lifted the cup to his lips, the warmth seeping into his hands. \"Ambassador Kitsu-sama,\" He began, setting his cup down and meeting her gaze. \"I am very curious about what matters you might wish to discuss. And likewise, I am eager to know more about you and Ilu-sama. My foremost desire in writing to you was to create an opportunity for us to open a dialogue, and with you sitting here speaking to me? I feel like I have already achieved my goal, so this conversation need hold no courtly intrigue.\" \n\nThe Yasuki's weathered hands wrapped around his teacup, \"To be quite fair, you are welcome to speak on any subject that you might wish. After all, I have only just arrived in town and it has been too long since I have heard a Lion weave a tale.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Himiko had settled down comfortably as Ilu was one of the happiest beings in the room with the mat. Himiko and Ilu both had bowed down as a gratitude for this gesture. The ambassador had folded her hands in her lap as she sat there, straight up but seemingly comfortable. It almost made you forget about the fact that she was still a child. A child with sudden responsibilities shoved in her shoes. \" Then our goals align. I wished to see you in person as things on paper, ever so graceful as they may be, never portray the picture that is supposed to fit.\" Himiko spoke. \n\n\"That and I prefer eye to eye conversation.\" Himiko admitted. A gentle smile grew upon her face as it hid so many things behind it. \"As for story telling you should perhaps ask my Ikoma-sama clanmates. I am not skillful in that matter at all.\" She spoke. The golden hairs fell into her face as she had not brushed them away, instead they had covered her blue eye, making it possible to look him in the eyes without actually cursing him. Alas that was what she had thought. \n\n\"But for the matters to discuss, I wished to meet you.\" She took a moment to take a sip of the warm tea. \"After all an invitation to a conversation is rather curious for me. Not to mention I have only taken the position of ambassador so shortly. \" The lion spoke. \"A simple curiosity I suppose. So please tell us about yourself.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Well, Ambassador Kitsu-sama,\" Umeo began, the teacup held in his hands lending warmth to his palms. He paused to take a careful sip, allowing the hot liquid to slip down his throat and fill him with a sense of inner peace. His attention meandered from the ambassador, drifting toward the elegant garden view from the tea room's window. His eyes roamed over the lush greenery, the meticulously sculpted bonsai trees, and the koi gliding in the pond, all enveloped in the soft light of late morning. A sense of tranquility washed over him, and he felt at one with the calm expanse of nature before him.\n\n\"I'm a Crab, through and through,\" He resumed, his voice a steady rhythm that echoed the serene ambiance of the tea room. \"I value honor and duty above all else. But more than that, I value people and relationships. I believe that it is our connections with each other that truly define us.\"\n\nPlacing his cup back onto the saucer with delicate precision, Umeo once again turned his attention to his esteemed guest. His fingers were weathered from years of handling trade documents and seal wax, and more years hauling heavy ropes soaked in seawater. \"I have spent most of my life serving our clan in many capacities as a merchant patron, navigating the treacherous waters of commerce and politics. Occasionally, I am called upon to lend my perspective to a particularly sticky problem. However, I've also dedicated a good portion of my time to the study of various arts, literature being one of my favorites. I enjoy shogi, but I am terrible at it. I was once married...\"\n\nHis voice trailed off, a distant look crossing his face as he retreated into a silence that spoke volumes. The servants shuffled quietly in the background, their silent figures an echo to the solemn atmosphere that had descended. One moved forward with an offer to refill their cups, a graceful dance of silk and porcelain, before retreating back into the shadows.\n\nEmerging from his momentary reverie, Umeo leaned back in his seat, fingers lacing together atop his belly. He regarded Himiko with a thoughtful gaze, his eyes holding a glimmer of curiosity and intrigue. \"But enough about me,\" He said, the faintest hint of a smile gracing his features. His eyes made direct contact with Himiko's, an unspoken communication passing between them. If he had an opinion on her appearance, the scarred skin, the kintsugi tattoos, or the unusual eyes, he kept it to himself. After all, this was a man who oversaw Jade trade routes; it would take more than evil eyes to shake him.\n\n\"As for why I wished to meet you, I have only just arrived in town on business and may linger here for some time afterward considering the state of affairs in the city. There is definitely a strategic motivation for a new diplomat to reach out to ambassadors to open dialogue and create rapport. Such an effort could make both of our jobs much easier down the road. However, I must admit that simple curiosity does play a large part in choosing you to be one of the first to be contacted. You have stepped into a position of great responsibility at such a young age. I am intrigued to know more about the person behind the title.\" His voice softened, carrying a genuine interest that was impossible to feign. \"Would you mind sharing a bit about your journey so far? I surmise that it was more difficult than it should have been.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Himiko had listened in awe to the man. When he stopped talking about himself she had to adjust her position because she had been sucked into his stories. He was interesting to say the least, perhaps that had been an understatement. The evil eyes had traced the movements of his servants in the back as she had again admired their silence and the fact that they remained in the shadows so properly. Himiko had taken the offer for a refill as she had bowed down in gratitude. Her damaged hands wrapping around the cup as she took the time to take a sip before it was her turn to speak. \n\n\"Before I speak of myself, I must compliment you on your storytelling. It is rather intriguing. So please, do not feel like you are speaking too much. It is nice to have a honest conversation so often. Especially when they are sparse.\" Himiko spoke. There was some disappointment in her voice about the last sentence. However the joy of hearing him speak overruled it soon enough. She took another sip of the steaming hot tea. She clearly enjoyed it. Her eyes found direct contact with him as it resulted in a smile towards him. \n\n\"As for me. People often assume that my life has been difficult. As my teacher once said. It is not trouble but a test. I just, often pass through those tests a bit more, roughly.\" Himiko had smiled. \"I was orphaned for as long as I can remember. My parents fell in a battle with a ronin. He was sent to take me away, something about the superstition about my eyes.\" Himiko had paused however. There was no pain in her voice nor was there to detect any hatred. \"After that I was taken in by my current Kitsu family.\" Himiko had now smiled. \"As for my current journey, I am rather young, I often ventured within my school. Soon I was sent here, then I became ambassador to my own surprise.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Yasuki Umeo listened attentively to Kitsu Himiko's story, a mix of appreciation and empathy reflecting in his eyes. He admired the strength that the young ambassador exhibited so casually discussing what was obviously a heartbreaking tale. She spoke of her trials, not with bitterness, but with the calm acceptance of a seasoned warrior. \"Your ability to overcome and adapt to such challenges speaks volumes about your character.\" Umeo's tone was sincere, his words slow and deliberate. \"Your clan is honored to have you as an ambassador.\" \n\nThe Auditor took a slow sip from his cup. Umeo's eyes again wandered towards the serene garden, an emblem of tranquility that stood in stark contrast to the militaristic ways of the Crab. \"Life often presents us with obstacles to test our mettle. Sometimes these tests appear harsher than they ought to be. Yet, we have endured. We adapted and grew, becoming stronger with every challenge we faced.\" The dark-haired former sailor with the permanent squint stroked his goatee a moment before turning back to face his guest. Umeo's eyes met hers, unafraid of the curse that supposedly lived within her gaze. Her eyes held nothing but the soul of a resilient woman, an indomitable spirit that was a testament to its owner. \n\n\"Your eyes,\" He began, a cautious pause punctuating his words, \"They are quite unique. Pleasantly so.\" Realizing that he might have overstepped a boundary, Umeo swiftly changed the subject. \"Now, Ilu-sama, she is an intriguing companion. How did you two meet? Her discipline and size suggest she's been trained by a competent hand.\" Umeo inquired, genuinely interested in the story behind the bond between the Lion ambassador and her impressive canine companion.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Himiko had bowed down at all the compliments the crab besides her was gifting. \"Thank you Yasuki-sama. I am flattered.\" The kitsu admitted. \n\nWhen the dog besides her had heard her name fall, her tail started to go crazy with joy. It had twirled and wagged around like crazy. \n\n\"Ilu had been a gift from the Kitsu family where I grew up. Especially because my eyes and scarring were considered unfortunate, they decided that I should perhaps owe a balance. Therefore Ilu had walked into my life. Now she's my small fortune. Although I am unaware where Ilu originates or who trained her. \" Himiko spoke. \n\n\"If I may ask, are you a friend of the animals? Ever rode a horse for instance? Apologies if I am too direct, though my curiosity carries me in most of my conversations.\" \n\nHimiko admitted. Petting the head of the happy dog beside her. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "A warm chuckle resonated from deep within his chest as he watched the tail of the massive hound whir in joy, her excitement palpable in the room. The touch of sincerity and genuine warmth in Himiko's words as she referred to her pet as her 'small fortune' drew a soft, approving nod from the seasoned auditor. Umeo smiled warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners, when she asked him about animals and horses. \"Ilu-sama indeed appears to be a wonderful companion. And to answer your question, Himiko-san,\" He began, his dark eyes reflecting a fond memory, \"I have had a fair share of interactions with animals, mostly due to my duties as an auditor. However, as a young lad, I spent quite a bit of time at the stables.\"\n\nUmeo paused, his gaze momentarily distant as if he were traveling back in time. \"My father insisted that knowing how to ride was a necessary skill, even for a man destined for trade and diplomacy. My favorite companion was a spirited little monster named Hiro. Though our relationship started with quite a few heated encounters, Sakura and I eventually found common ground.\" His voice was filled with a nostalgia that spoke of a simpler time, a grin breaking the stern lines of his face. \n\n\"But I shall not be lured into spinning tales about myself again,\" He continued, returning to the present moment. \"Let's focus on the current situation in our city. As a newcomer to our region, what are your thoughts on the state of affairs here?\" His tone grew serious again, but his eyes sparkled with interest, keen to hear the young ambassador's perspective. Umeo knew the value of fresh eyes, and their potential to provide insights that may be overlooked by someone too familiar with the situation.\n\nAs they conversed, he made a mental note of Himiko's approach and demeanor. She had an easy way with conversation, a respectable quality for an ambassador. Her honest curiosity was a breath of fresh air amidst the usual political machinations. It was becoming clear to the Crab why she had been chosen for such a position at her young age.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Himiko had listened to his stories in awe. However they were cut off soon enough, which seemed to visibly pained her as she would've listened to them for days. Then a more seriousness struck and she realized it right away. She however had not changed stature or tone as she only gave a polite smile. Her hands were folded on her lap and the excitement that Ilu bore slightly vanished. \n\n\"It is a mess.\" Himiko directly stated. \n\n\"But perhaps chaos has been good for every relationship and a test of stability. After all, all clans seem desperate to quickly take change in their own hands for the matter of their perspective of good.\" The girl claimed. \n\n\"But what perspective is the correct one. Do we want good for the people and rokugan, or do we wish praise from the imperials?\" Himiko seemed comfortable enough to state this to this friendly crab. \n\n\"But how about you? You must have more knowledge of the times before me, that is an important perspective as well.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Umeo listened to the young ambassador's insightful words, nodding his head in agreement. \"Chaos is indeed an apt word, Kitsu-sama.\" He paused, considering her questions with a thoughtful expression. \"What's correct for one, may not be so for another. The crux of the matter often lies in understanding the relative interpretation of 'good'. As an auditor, I have learned that balance is the key. Balancing the needs and well-being of the people with the laws of the land and respect for the Imperial throne.\" He said, his voice steady and reflective.\n\nHis dark eyes moved towards the serene garden once more, a symbol of tranquility amidst the political turmoil they were discussing. \"However, to your point,\" He continued, turning back to her, \"It is essential to remember our history while we tread the path to the future. Those who forget the past are often doomed to repeat its mistakes.\" His attention returned to the young woman, a spark of warmth growing behind his usually stern eyes. \"You are wise beyond your years, Himiko-san. A quality that serves well in your role as an ambassador. As for your curiosity, it is commendable and will surely aid in your journey. After all, a questioning mind is the first step towards gaining knowledge.\"\n\nThe mention of his past brought a brief, reminiscent smile to his rugged face. \"Indeed, I have lived through various tides of change, each leaving its unique mark on Rokugan. Yet, one thing I have observed is that no matter the turbulence... Our core values, traditions, the respect for the Kami and Fortunes? They have all stood unwavering.\" He paused, taking a sip from his cup, the bitter-sweet flavor of the tea a perfect metaphor for their discussion.\n\n\"As for the current times? They are challenging, no doubt. But I am optimistic. I believe in the strength of our clans and our people. \n With promising leaders popping up like spring flowers, we are sure to find our way through this storm.\" His words were deliberate and his tone reassuring. He hoped to instill in her the same optimism he held, the belief that they could indeed find a balance amidst the chaos.\n\nAs measured as he usually was in his diplomatic affairs, his expression remained open and inviting with Himiko. It was still early enough in the day that his pain was still managed. The Crab diplomat wanted to ensure that this exchange was more than a formal discussion, but rather an exchange of ideas and perspectives. He was truly interested in understanding Himiko's view and experiences - a unique perspective from a young and energetic leader. His posture conveyed his willingness to listen, his eyes conveyed the sincerity of his words, and his subtly outstretched hand conveyed his desire to pet the dog.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Himiko had listened in awe. Once more the manner of speaking this man owed intrigued her beyond. Wishing for it to never end as she would lose herself in the words. Yet she had agreed with the words he spoke. \n\n\"What is life but a challenge.\" She had answered. A brief smile grew on her face as her keen eye had seen the longing to pet the dog. After all she had it too. So a small gesture with her hand towards Ilu and the dog almost went charging to the crab. One more gesture and the dog calmed down. Laying down beside Umeo with a loud thud, looking at him with begging eyes for pats. \n\nHimiko then once more had looked upon the man in front of her. \"And balance is what we should bring. A strong balance, not a fragile one. The one that ruled here long before my time. We need a foundation. We need unity and trust. And that I find hard to seek out, as it feels like everybody is ready to stab and strike when they consider the moment ready.\" Himiko had spoken about her paranoia of the days. She felt relief. However it had clearly saddened or well, disappointed her. She took a sip from her almost empty cup and set it down again. \n\n\"Therefore I wish to find the balance. I wish for us all to be pillars that carry a thriving nation. But that seems hard to realize.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I understand, Kitsu Himiko-sama,\" Umeo replied, feeling the weight of her words and the silence stretching between them. His serious demeanor softened. His hand moved of its own accord, the merchant's fingers instinctively tracing old patterns learned from childhood pets. The Auditor's smile broadened a little as he let out a slow breath, \"Sometimes, the efforts of diplomats obscure our own purposes. Balance can seem like a trick of the Air. The idea of 'good' often becomes entangled in personal and political interests.\"\n\n\nDrawing from the depth of his experience, he continued, \"Governance is a delicate dance between maintaining order and pushing for change. A fragile peace is no better than apparent chaos - it festers unseen, an invisible infection robbing the Empire of its strength.\" He paused, thoughtful. \"You talk of unity and trust. They are indeed the bedrock of a thriving empire, yet the most elusive and the easiest to fracture. Unity isn't about universal agreement... It's about shared purpose. Trust is built over time and founded on consistent integrity. These are the things that we pursue amidst this turmoil.\"\n\nOne of the servants refilled the Ambassador's cup. Moving with disciplined grace, they faded into the background as easily as they appeared.\n\nUmeo's hand still idly petting Ilu, he leaned back in his seat with a small smile, \"The mightiest towers start with a single stone. Patience and determination lay the foundation. Fostering understanding and building alliances- that's the path.\" He allowed a small smile to return to his lips, \"It may seem hard to realize, but remember, the tallest towers begin with a single stone. We must have the patience and determination to lay one stone at a time, fostering understanding and building alliances as we go along. The Crab and Phoenix Clans have weathered many storms, and together, I am sure we will be able to face this one too.\"\n\nThe Crab diplomat hoped his words provided some comfort. His tone was gentle as he concluded, \"As long as there are still people like you? People seeking balance, seeking unity? As long as they continue being born... There will still be hope.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "\"I am glad you agree over the definition of Unity. A shared purpose. A goal that puts indifferences aside, only if it will remain temporary.\" The lion smiled. Bowing down at the servant filling up her cup. Then listening to Umeo speak once more. Her scarred face visibly intrigued by the words he spoke. \n\nIlu was enjoying his presence, clearly as she remained by his side. This made Himiko smirk a bit. \n\n\"As for the stone you speak of. I- well we. Wish to be the first one. I might sound more like a phoenix now when I say that I feel unnecessary blood might be spilled.\" Himiko did not sound like a lion like now. Not that she was raised as one. She picked up the cup and took a sip of the steaming hot tea. Then settling it down when she realized she accidentally burned her tongue. \n\n\"Thank you for the compliment. It truly honors me Yasuki-sama.\" Himiko was humbled by the wisdom of this man. He was charming and friendly. A honest conversation since ages as it had relieved some of her stress. \n\n\"I wish to thank you for letting me speak my mind so freely. Taking the time to understand my perspective and at least not visibly judging me for it.\" The Kitsu admitted. A honest and warm smile radiated from her. It shifted to a more neutral yet concerned look. \n\n\"But only one person can not be the change. It can start one. But it will never finish it alone. So I will come straight to my point. In my humble self. I wish to ask for your wisdom and trust. I understand that trust will not come from one conversation and that it is much like a tower built brick by brick. But I wish to lay the first brick down with you.\" The lion spoke, rather inspired and indeed in a serious voice. Even Ilu seemed serious after she understood what her Master said. If she ever did. Perhaps the emotion behind it. \n\nThe puppy eyes of the beast glanced at Umeo as it was curious for his response. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Yasuki Umeo continued his soft stroking of Ilu's fur, his hand moving in a slow and rhythmic fashion that contrasted with the sudden gravity of the conversation. His dark eyes were thoughtful as he took in Himiko's words, his expression one of quiet contemplation. \"The straight path is often the best, Himiko-sama,\" He began, his voice steady and even. \"And I must admit, I am rather impressed by your honesty and courage. To seek trust is a delicate and, oftentimes, daunting pursuit.\"\n\nHe paused, taking a careful sip from his tea before setting the cup back onto the table.\n\n\"You are right in saying that trust is a tower built one brick at a time... And I am more than willing to lay that first brick with you, Ambassador Kitsu Himiko-sama. But remember that it is not just our trust that will fortify this tower. It will be built from our actions, shared purpose, and shared integrity,\" Umeo looked down at Ilu as he continued. \"With that said, you have my word, Kitsu Himiko-sama. You have my wisdom and trust to the extent that I am able. Let this be the first brick of many more to come.\"\n\nUmeo offered the dog a warm smile before turning his attention back to the young Lion ambassador. His eyes held a newfound respect for her. Here was a young woman who dared to step into the arena of diplomacy, bearing the burden of an ambassador, and yet, she navigated it all with honesty and conviction.\n\n\"Shall we toast to the beginning of a new friendship, Ambassador?\" He asked, picking up his teacup and raising it slightly towards her in a symbolic gesture. The light from the nearby window glinted off the surface of the porcelain, creating a small rainbow of colors in the peaceful atmosphere of the tea room.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Himiko was only relieved when she found out the crab was willing to cooperate on the same purpose. She had not shown however as all she did was sigh every so silently. The emotion on her face had not changed. It remained a smile, a polite one. She grasped her hand around the cup as she made the same gesture as Umeo had. \n\n\" To our first brick. For many to come as we will serve as a foundation.\" The ambassador glanced over to Ilu who was living her best life. The gold and blue eyes were revealing her joy. Not on purpose but good enough to show. \n\n'To a new friendship. May it last a lifetime and beyond Yasuki-sama!\" The ambassador cheered. Ilu sprung to life and wagged her tail. Clearly wanting to cheer along with them the beast started to howl whilst wagging her tail. This only made Himiko chuckle. \n\n\"My apologies for Ilu.\" The ambassador stated. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Apologies are unnecessary, Himiko-sama. I believe Ilu-san has offered the most heartening toast,\" Umeo chuckled, looking at the elated Ilu. He joined in the laughter, his typically stern features softening. This was an aspect of diplomacy that Umeo appreciated: the brief interludes of shared mirth and camaraderie amidst serious discussions. As he continued stroking Ilu's fur, a subtle, almost imperceptible change came over Yasuki Umeo. The stern, meticulous auditor gave way to a thoughtful, more personal aspect of the man. It was a transformation that occurred subtly, marked only by the softening of his gaze and the gentle ease in his manner.\n\nHe lifted his teacup to his lips, his gaze holding a newfound warmth as he nodded at Himiko, \"To a lifetime and beyond, Ambassador Kitsu Himiko-sama. May the Fortunes guide us on this intricate path.\" Umeo took a sip before setting the cup gently on the table. Looking down at the still expectantly wagging Ilu, Umeo extended his hand, offering her one last affectionate pat. \"And now, if you will excuse me, Ambassador. I believe it's time for Ilu-san and me to end our little teatime engagement. Duty calls, as it always does.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	377.5	6,700
61.375	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "andywad", "message": "So they needed the aid of the Crane. \n\nHe listened as Echiro read out the missive that had been sent by Hida Koyama. And composed his reply ensuring Echiro had it delivered that night.\n\n\" Place something at the door of every Crane you might find, ask any who think themselves worthy or willing of such a task to make themselves known to me then I might send them to aid our Crab brothers and sisters \". \n\nEchiro muttered and looked \" The Crab need help? How ever will they be able to look at us without shame hmm?\" He then added \" You realize this doesn't seem true to me?\" \n\n\" You would not be yourself were you not worried my friend \" Kazuhiko nodded \" Although if we send our swiftest blades and sharpest eyes i am sure they will be able to handle themselves... Send the letters \" \n\n\" It shall be done my lord \" Echiro bowed then went to see clerks to copy the note so all would see it." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro's heard the news and he would notice the note he got. He was curious with helping the Crane clan relations and helping the crane. He gives a soft sigh as he waited as he soon dropped in to volunteer!" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo likewise revived the notice, and after much deliberation, he would volunteer as well, running into Adohiro." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He saw Aritoma and he would greet him. \"Hello Aritoma-San.\" He greeted with a small smile. \"Are you here too to help?\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo nods, \"Yes, I heard they were looking for able bodies, it's not every day the Crab stoop to asking for help, especially from us...\" He replies, wondering if there was something they weren't being told." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing Aritoma speak. Adohiro did look very brawny or tough but he though he could maybe help. \"Do you know what they asked for hell with exactly?\" He asked." }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "He shakes his head, \"No, the letter didn't state that much, we could've volunteered for a stint on the wall for all I know.\" He jokes." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a small nod bearing he also didn't know. He gives a soft sigh. \"Hopefully it's not anything dangerous though I think would have warned us if it was.\" He pointed out with a small sigh." } ]	44	491
348.666667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Moshi Mai must have been confusing the two guards that stood resolute outside of the Crane Embassy. The Ambassador had shown up, right after sundown, standing just close enough to need to be acknowledged, but just far away enough to be rude to call out to her. She wore a more conservative kimono and hoari, both Mantis green instead of her usual orange garish styles. Her chest showed enough to express her tattoos, but not enough to show off the motif of certain blue-sailed ships being destroyed by an angry serpent. Her hair was kept out and long, but kept in place behind her with a hairpin gifted from the Unicorn Clan. She carried her wakizashi against her waist, already on the right-hand side as a sign of non-aggression. \n\nShe was dressed to make two things certain: She wasn't just some pirate anymore, but she wasn't afraid to be a Mantis pirate, either. While she never wanted this position, she put in the time, and she took on the problems that came with it. She'd replaced her warband with handmaids, and her ship with an embassy. She'd taken the proper steps to get to this point, and she wasn't going to cower just because the infamously politically devastating Doji of the Crane called upon her. \n\nShe just needed to convince herself of that. Hence why she waited outside the gate for a moment. This might just be the most important night of her career. It was a shame it fell on her; there was such better Mantis for the job. But, it couldn't be helped. She'd stood up to the Scorpion and had them offer apologies and cry on her shoulder with their problems. She broke bread with the Unicorn, offering aid and more. The Dragon approached her for funds, not the Crane, all while the Lion ambassador confided in _her_ for advice on dissenting men. Some of those were exaggerations, but damn it all if it didn't fill Mai with determination! \n\n \nWhen she finally stepped briskly up to the gate, she presented a grey-toned letter. \"Ambassador Moshi Mai, to see Ambassador Doji Rika-sama. She should be expecting me. If you would, notify her of my presence.\" Her tone was calm and professional. _She_ was calm and professional. Or, at least she was _really_ going to try. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Right away, Moshi-sama. Please accept our hospitality while we wait for word.\" One of the guards would depart immediately—and perhaps a bit too hasty, slightly rattled by the Ambassador as he was—while the other would offer to escort Mai into the Embassy's waiting room.\n\nAfter Just Long enough to make the Ambassador uncomfortable, but not so long as to make it a matter worthy of offense, a diminutive servant would glide forth. \"Ambassador Doji-sama is ready to speak with you now. She offers her sincerest apologies for the wait.\"\n\nThe Ambassador's meeting room was a testament to Crane artistry. A single long table sat in the middle, simple yet elegant in its own way. The surrounding area was tastefully decorated with masterful works of artisanship: from ceramics to paintings to bonzai. One exotic orchid was on display too, of the sort seen occasionally in the gardens of the Ide Residence.\n\nTending to it, a tiny knife in hand, stood the slightest wisp of an old lady. Grey hair brought up into a simple, fashionable style, her kimono displayed the sky blues and whites of the clan she hailed from. Softly she hummed a little melody to herself. \"Ah! You must be Moshi Mai-san. My apologies for the state of the room; I was resting when you arrived, and I am afraid this place is a little out of sorts for the standards of a proper Ambassador.\"\n\nOne small cut and the dying leave was cleanly separated from the plant. Sighing, she turned to face the Mantis, picking up her cane resting against the wall while she did so. An elderly, kind face contrasted the piercing vitality of the eyes that peered out of her visage. Bracing herself on her cane, she bowed to the Mantis. \"This will have to suffice, I suppose. Please, sit. Join me for tea, and we can talk.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Indeed, when the servant arrived to escort Mai, she was slightly uncomfortable. She'd have to remember that trick for herself; usually she was quick to get those that wanted to see her in, as to give them little time to plan out their schemes. But making them wait had some merit as well. All the same, the Moshi followed, to go and meet Doji Riku. \n\nThe meeting room was, well, wonderful. She'd been to the embassy before, and she'd viewed all the rooms, more or less, but it didn't make it any less impressive. The artistry was definitely to Crane standards, meaning very high. Truly a show of what the Crane could procure. Or what they were given to get them off someone's case, no doubt. \n\nBut more importantly, there was the woman herself. Doji Riku. An older woman that Mai, and seemingly a pleasant one, judging by the way she smiled and spoke. She hardly seemed a threat...\n\n...Which meant she was certainly dangerous, in a way a brawler like Mai couldn't counteract without careful step. The fact Riku called this a state other than perfect said it all. \n\n\"Oh, it's quite all right,\" Mai replied, \"We all have our moments.\" She waited for the Crane to face her before bowing to the senior woman, and took her seat as offered. She removed her wakizashi and set it aside to the right, as she should. \n\nAfter tea was poured (either by a servant, or Mai pouring for the both of them), she would go about getting to business. \"Now then, Doji-sama, as your letter remarked, we have ill news to discuss.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Indeed we do, Moshi-san.\" Rika, who had seemed to be moving to sit across from Mai, instead continued to circle her way around the table, eyes on the Mantis Ambassador. Her smile fell. \"Distressing news arrived from Otosan Uchi, news which we have kept thus far silent, but which we now realize must be confronted to continue.\n\n\"Doji Shizue. Your clan had her killed, and her murderer is being sheltered here, in this city. There is no use denying it. We demand satisfaction.\" Her voice grew louder, and she was no longer looking at the Ambassador, instead out the open shoji screen as she approached it. Gracefully, she pulled it shut, then returned to where she was to sit, a pleasant smile back on her face as she sighed tiredly. \"There. That ought to give those among my staff who report to Yoshi something to satisfy him. Now we can speak with civility, as honorable samurai.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Just as Mai thought, this was all about Doji Shizue. Moshi Mai kept calm, having expected the conversation to start up. She had her scapegoat, she had no reason to give in to any of her demands for satisfaction. Even as the old woman approached, raising her voice, Mai wasn't rattled. Nor when she... Yelled out the screen before shutting it. \n\nWhat?\n\nMoshi Mai turned her body to look at the peculiar action, and narrowed her gaze. What was this? An _act?_ She wasn't sure if she should just walk out or make some sort of protest. Instead, she laughed, rudely. \"Ha! You call me down here to spew what, accusations based on nothing?! Well, what else to be expected from the Crane!\" She was louder than she needed to be, and offered a wink to the old woman. \n\n\"There,\" She said softly, \"They'd expect the mean old Mantis Ambassador to raise her voice back, not shrink to you Now, let's get to business.\" Mai had to admit, she liked this old woman. She'd wait for her to sit again, glancing back at the screens. \n\n\"Interesting performance,\" She said, \"Though a bit confusing; The way you spoke, it made it sound like you're not as upset about the late Doji Shizue as I expected.\" She sipped her tea, and rested her gaze back on Rika. She didn't plan to bring up if her clan was guilty or not, and waited to see what the Doji had to say or accuse first. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"On the contrary. Dojo Shizue was a wonderful girl, always looking to build paths to a better future. Her loss . . . Pained many of us.\" There was a wistful look in her eyes as she said these words, a genuine sense of regret and sorrow. She took a sip of the tea. \"I would sincerely enjoy nothing more than seeing her killer brought to a swift end and those responsible brought to justice. I did mean my words earlier. Satisfaction must be had.\"\n\nShe looked beyond at the woodblock behind the Mantis Ambassador. A stunning series depicting the Forbidden City as a Crane took flight from its walls. In each one the city grew smaller, less detailed, the crane larger. \"A skilled Ambassador is trained to look at the bigger picture. The Imperial picture. So tell me, Ambassador Moshi-san, Priestess of the Sun whose stark light burns away lies: what do you know of these rumors?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Mai settled in for the first bout of this talk. The Doji seemed to care about the end of Doji Shizue. From what little she knew, a lovely girl that probably didn't deserve her demise. But that really didn't matter at the moment. \n\nThe Priestess bit put Mai in a bad place. She could lie, and she had her lie ready to go. But she could practically feel the heat of Lady Sun bearing down her neck. \"Well,\" Mai said, \"The rumor has been that a Mantis was responsible for the assassination. From what I understand, someone caught a glimpse of the assassin as they took flight. And now, the rumors say that the assassin is here, in this city of lies.\" \n\nMai sipped her tea, and tried to maneuver the conversation. \"Which, if they are here, they should be dealt with, naturally. I am unsure why Kakita Yoshi-sama or any of the other ambassadors that came before you didn't act until just now. I've heard these rumors since winter, and here we are with summer on the way. Makes one wonder why come for the Mantis Ambassador when Kakita-sama could demand satisfaction from Yoritomo-sama himself.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Why indeed, Moshi-san. Why indeed.\" The elderly Crane allowed herself a dry laugh as she shook her head. Her eyes drifted to a different piece of artwork, a delicate ceramic vase upon which was emblazoned a relief of a duel. While the two yojimbo stood frozen mid-strike, the victor still unknown to all but the Kami, and the arbiter stood by with a pained expression on her face, their charges were already elsewhere. On the other side of the vase the two courtiers sat engaged in other matters. \"I will instead ask you a question: why would you not act on a report of this nature? Surely you must have your own suspicions. You have led a ship, and now you find yourself leading a clan's interests, enlighten me how that captain's mind of yours would solve this mystery.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Well,\" Said Mai, \"If I were you, I'd have put those Crane to work on this. It's bad enough to lose a prominent woman to such an attack, so action should be swift. No time for baking pastries, holding tournaments or playing stick-fight with Scorpions, for example. I'd confront the Mantis Ambassador directly. \n\n\"Where, I would find that they've already been working on this since the get-go.\" She exhaled a rather curt laugh, and explained. \"I'd find that a suspect was found, a traitor to the Mantis Clan, one that's proven the old adage, 'gaijin can't be trusted.' Now, I would never guess that a filthy Thranean would have the skill or the resources for having assassination like that. But, one that'd sold out the people to _those true enemies of the Empire?_ Well, that makes things difficult. \n\n\"I'd find that the Mantis Clan -with the aid of the Scorpion; talk about a miracle under Lady Sun, getting good work out of those fools- apprehended an agent of the Kolat, discovered a dangerous enemy in the midst of the Empire, and have been forcing that traitor to give us information.\" Mai picked her wording carefully, never once accusing Gaijin Williams of the assassination, but weaved a web that was meant to show the folly of the Crane, their lack of initiative, and their misconstrued goals. There was no doubt in Mai's head, the Mantis would have to pay, she had accepted that. But she was a merchant and a haggler, and she refused to pay full price. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"An interesting and skillful tale, Moshi-san. Perhaps Doji Kazuhiko-san May Even habe believed it.\" Rika tapped her fingernails along the cup of tea as she let the Ambassador's statements ruminate within her mind. Another piece of artwork caught her eye, a silk tapestry of a branching vine choking out a maple tree. While the vine snaked and spread in directions all manner of ways, there was a distinct central trunk from which the strangling shoots spread. \"We are both Ambassadors, Moshi-san, and our world is one of deflection and prose serving to conceal. But to do so Skillfully They must be tethered to fact. \n\n\"So, I will present you my facts, and let us see what narrative you weave of them.\" The lady began to count off with her fingers. \"Fact: Doji Shizue was among our most successful courtiers. Fact: Doji Shizue was progressive and a forward thinking woman. Fact: future Imperial Consort Iuchi Shahai favored her counsel above the Imperial Regent.\n\n\"Now, from these truths, weave me another story, as to why there has been no action by the Crane on these rumors.\" She took another sip of tea.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Hearing all Rika had to say, it was starting to paint a picture clearer than any of the ones that hung in the meeting room. \"A successful woman, indeed,\" Mai muttered, \"And one that held Iuchi-sama's attention and respect. _Over_ the Imperial Regent.\" Mai was never really built for this sort of thing, but even she could see where the pieces were coming together. \n\n\"You know, interestingly enough,\" She said, rotating her cup, \"For all that I know about this ordeal, while the assassin has been stated to be Mantis -that, I will not deny- there was never a word of who _hired_ them. Nobody assassinates someone for fun or a whim... And, by the way you describe the late Doji Shizue, she was wonderful. She could've really went to great heights, surpassing maybe even the Regent. Which, I think why the Crane didn't act.\" \n\nMai seemed to have it all figured out, or at least the most important parts. \"Seems to me, the late Doji Shizue-sama learned an old Tsuruchi saying: 'The one that stands out the most makes for a wonderful target.'\" \n\nThe Crane were in a position where Shizue made the blunder of success, and someone didn't like it. More likely than not, another Crane in high standing. \"Well, if we're still telling stories, let me hear from your wisdom: Let's say that just now, I told you who the assassin was. And that he is an old friend of my late husband. What, pray tell, would you want to have done? Speaking purely in 'stories,' of course.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Well, who hired her killer is most definitely unknown. She had no small number of enemies, as any diplomat of note. I recall her voice loud in opposition of the elevation of Yoritomo's Alliance, even in the years thereafter.\" Rika shrugged and then looked sadly at her empty cup. As she did so, a fan appeared from her sleeves into her free hand. \"Of more interest is whose failure allowed such a death to happen in the midst of the Emperor's own Winter Court, and why they occurred.\"\n\nAt Mai's question, the dear old Doji's eyes sparkled with interest. The fan opened, but did not yet rise to her face. \"Regardless of the deceptions of court, any who participated in the death of a Clan Champion's sister—through action or inaction—should remain free of punishment. Doji Hotaru-dono, with the assistance of Daidoji Uji-sama, have been discreetly active in such an investigation.\"\n\nFinally, the fan made its way over the woman's face. It displayed a humble fisherman bringing in his catch, his net teeming with hundreds of fish all trying and failing to escape. \"One might wonder if this killer could repeat his performance for the good of the Empire.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Even if she _did_ have her issues with the Mantis becoming a great clan, I'm certain there's a social club with a hundred members. Outspoken hate of the Mantis gaining a seat at the table has been a past time since the day we earned the right.\" Mai wasn't too sure it was the Mantis who wanted this. It put too much heat on them, too obvious, and what did the Mantis care? It made little sense for them to want it done, and assassination was a coward's move. But, the point still remained that there was plenty of enemies out there for Shizue. \n\nMai poured more tea for the Crane Ambassador, and took in the words expressed. She caught that glint in the old woman's eye. It wasn't a flash of anger, no. It was something more... Excited. _Pleased._ Things were getting interesting. \n\nAs the fan opened and went over Rika's mouth, and the sentence, that hypothetical sounded off into the room, Mai only looked at the fan, and took a second to think. Fish in a net, a fisherman bringing in his bounty. Rika was going to get what she wanted, That's how she saw it, no doubt about it. And in her situation, Moshi Mai wasn't in a place to deny it. The real question was, could she go along with it? She was ultimately going to call for the death of someone. Hopefully for the good of the Empire.\n\nGlancing back at the fan, she noticed one fish in particular, stuck in the net. It was barely noticeable, but a single fugu was inside, close to the fisherman's hand as he went to pull in the bounty. A single pinprick could be enough to kill the fisherman. Even with all that bounty, there was still a chance his catch could take the win. \n\nMai pulled her own fan out and opened it with a flick, displaying a giant centipede winding around a force of evil entities, breathing fire upon them. It was in danger, but it wriggled out of all perils, and engulfed her foes in holy light. \"One might wonder,\" She said, moving the fan over her mouth, \"What task this assassin would need to complete, if such a task could forgive past transgressions... And if such cooperation could lead to benefiting the two Clans that worked together, against all odds and hatreds.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Do you not find it odd that an Imperial Regent is still in power? Hantei Daisetsu—may his reign be blessed by Tengoku—is past his gempuku, yet still sits behind another. Is this not the very thing it was feared that Scorpion traitor Shoju would have done?\" The fan flitted slightly, likely a tremor in the lady's hand. She was not getting any younger after all. The eyes continued to pierce through, as if they could still see the Moshi's face behind the fan.\n\n\"Of course, the other option would be to take your previous story of gaijin Mantis allied with Kolat. A tale so ridiculous it must have much truth in it, mind. While the Unicorn have shown us that in moderation the Western gaijin can have their uses, Thrane and Merenae have shown their traitorous blood cannot be contained ever since the first day those filthy dogs entered our lands.\" Rika lowered her fan and took a drink, nodding her thanks to Mai for refilling her cup. She closed her eyes to savor its warmth. \"From there, Champion Doji-san leverages her Considerable Political weight to pass an edict scouring the Empire for those with gaijin blood from the eastern peoples.\n\n\"Remind me, what dogs do you and your children carry in your veins?\" The soft steel in Rika's voice was an undercurrent beneath every word she now stated. Rika had entered her element, the game of the courts, and it was a place of terrifying power. \"It would be a travesty to eradicate entire bloodlines because of a single death but, well, you know how deeply our Empire's rightful hatred of gaijin pervades through it. With the right push, such an edict would become a frightening reality.\n\n\"The choice as always is yours, Ambassador Moshi-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"You're not wrong, Doji-sama,\" Mai replied, \"That is rather peculiar. A regent when a Hantei is ready and willing goes against the Celestial Order itself. Someone that spits in the eye of the Kami shouldn't be fit to _live._ Let alone lead the Empire.\" So, that's what was wanted. It was a very roundabout way to get there, and it was surely a longwinded time of 'ifs' and 'buts' and 'maybe so's', but the request was clear, and it could be done. \n\nThus, it made the whole other part entirely unnecessary. Mai's first instinct was to panic, than get angry, then go berserk and make a massive mess of everything. She held that down. The threat against her daughter was disgusting. It almost broke her entirely. \n\nInstead, she laughed. \n\nShe stifled it at first, and shook her head, trying her best to contain her fit of the chuckles. \"Apologies,\" She said, \"But I was just thinking about how easy it would be to snap your neck for daring to threaten my family like that.\" She chuckled some more, waving away any protest Rika made. \" 'Oh, but you couldn't do that, imagine if anyone found out, traitor Mantis acting out once again,' or some such bullshit. You know, maybe your old eyes or ears are too full of dust, but if you couldn't pick up on it, I was already _receptive to what you wanted._ If you Crane weren't so dedicated to playing Court-acceptable Scorpion games and fiddling your own cunts, you might actually get things done, you know that? But no, you have to fool around and do all you can to sound slick and clever. Well, you're very clever, and you've done some very nice scheming. You know my weakness is my children, and you so cleverly stabbed at it. \n\n\"The problem is, that wasn't necessary.\" \n\nMai glared at the woman, no longer laughing or smiling. \"If you really had me over a barrel like you've been playing at, you wouldn't have to resort to something like that, would you? Threatening to kill my family, wipe out entire clans and people... Let alone your own ally, the Unicorn? Are you an idiot, or just senile, _obaachan?\"_ \n\nMai slouched, head in her hand, a snort leaving her. \"I know you came in here because your clan's done a horrible job at taking care of business. Your only functioning courtier is a little boy that plays with sticks and bakes all day, and your grand Kakita Duelists die in the street like dogs. No one even knew Kakita Yuzuki was missing until we found her servant in the rain. You want to threaten two great clans with eradication? Fine. I'd love to see you get anyone to take you seriously when you can't even tend your own fucking house.\n\n\"So. This roundabout is boring me.\" Mai loudly flicked her fan open, once again covering her mouth. \"It would be best if a Hantei took the throne, as the rightful place. I agree with that. I can take action to help this, and I shall, for the Celestial Order, which you wish as well. For such an act, you should express the Mantis' selflessness in recent times, keeping your brat Adohiro out of trouble and trying to track down the killers of Kakita Arai and Yuzuki. And you should express that you would be most inclined to usher in the Mantis into your Alliance. A Clan that can get _results_ is most welcome. \n\n\"Or, to hell with it. The Mantis can go there own way. I can just find the true assassin, and I can bring them to justice myself. I've slaughtered plenty of Maraeneans in my day, so familiar blood or family names don't matter when a criminal's in mind. Sure, there'll be consequences. There'll be some land returned or some such nonsense; Yoritomo-sama will be mad at me, but it wouldn't be the first time. But, I still come out on top. See, you forgot one thing, _obaachan,_ I can actually track the assassin down. Even if some traitorous Crane hired the assassin, a Mantis will answer a Mantis' call long before the likes of you. So, if you'll just press that fan against your right cheek, I think we can move on to the details.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "It was Rika's turn to laugh. A quiet little chuckle, seemingly unmoved by the anger and forceful words of the Mantis before her. Her eyes shone with mirth as the fan became her gesturing aid. \"There is no need to lose composure, Moshi-san. I would sincerely never wish such an unseemly event to occur. I state the consequences of lying to the Emperor's Left Hand. It is something any novice Ambassador learns to avoid.\n\n\"Now let me cut the so-called roundabout myself. My house is in shambles. There are nearly no Crane samurai in this city worth anything more than marriage tools. It took less than five minutes after my arrival to learn that.\" She tapped the butt of her fan against the table rhythmically as she spoke, slowly but methodically laying out the state of her own people. \"They have done nothing with the winter Or Spring in this city, and it makes me sick. Sick enough to agree to work alongside you: honorable enough to show restraint and compassion, vicious enough to get things done. I like that.\"\n\nAnother slow sip of the tea followed, and her fan slowly began to move its way to her right side. The eyes never once looked afraid or concerned. \"In winter, you provide the assassin, we provide the cover. In the spring, the Kitsune Mori and surrounding farmland are returned to you. Between now and then, we find a means to play nicely with each other. I am old enough to know I do not have to like another clan to need them, or to work well together.\n\n\"However I must say, if you truly think I would Ever Be so poor a stateswoman that I lay a hand on our allies in the Unicorn you underestimate the legal powers we bear, as I underestimated the imbecility of my own staff.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Mai had won. \n\nMai actually had a win. She did her best to hide it, but she really couldn't. Hearing the terms, she in turn closed her fan and touched the right side of her face, saying nothing about it. \"We understand each other, then.\" \n\nShe set the fan down entirely, and returned to her tea. \"I apologize for the 'pirate talk,' by the way. I wasn't born to be an ambassador, I was born to bask in the Lady's light on the open sea. So when the threats come out... Well, I'm not the most amicable.\" \n\nIt was... Bizarre, the way she felt. \"You know, Doji-sama? I'm actually looking forward to cooperating with you. From what I could deem from Yoritomo Koichi-sama, we joined the Scorpion strictly because the Crane sided with the Unicorn. The more I worked on keeping the ship afloat, the less I despised the both of you. At the end of the day, dealing with this city, it's become clear it needs new management. Crane, Unicorn, and Mantis. Diplomats from Crane and Unicorn, Military from Unicorn and Mantis, and Mercantile from the lot of us. It could work, don't you think?\n\n\"But, as I said in my insults, which I apologize for: your dead Kakita. I meant it when I said I wished to aid on that. Just like our \"Winter Problem,\" These gangs attack the Order itself. So, shall we start our non-aggression by stomping out those that wronged your Clan?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Oh you worry too much my dear. I've heard threats so vile it would make even you recoil in fear. If I let a little violence dissuade me from task nothing would get done.\" Rika dismissed the tension with her words. A quiet moment of reflection as Mai spoke her piece. \"I could certainly see such an agreement working quite elegantly, Moshi-san.\n\n\"So then, let's get to work.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	341.5	6,276
91.666667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "It was early afternoon and Tomura was going to spar and chill with him. It seemed interesting to help spar Tomura since he lacked most skills in it. He felt jt was a good skill to teach his friend especially if he couldn't save himself at all if that happened. He gives a soft sigh as he waits for his friend to show up. He prepared some tea and some salad and sandwiches for him. It looked good!" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura had now clued how he got roped into this, he didn't even know how to wield a sword properly let along fight with it. None the less, he arrived at the Crane embassy, and after a bit of confusion at the arrival of a Scorpion, when told he was here to visit Adohiro, was led to the area where the Daidoji was waiting. Tomura was wearing his mask on the upper part of his face today, sporting a simple crimson and black Hakama. He bowed when he saw Adohiro.\n\n\"Thank you for the invitation, Daidoji-san.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro somehow had roped his dead friend into this. He was a bit excited over it though. He did wonder if it was a good idea to do it but he guessed it didn't hurt to try. Once he saw his friend arrive he waved. \"Hello, Bayushi-San.\" He smiled. \"So want me to teach you the basics or do" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"I'm honestly confused why you wished to do this,\" He shrugged, \"But far be it from me to deny a friend.\" He walked over, \"Let's start with the basics, I suppose... Am I supposed to wear protective gear or something?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"It's good to learn some basic skills incase you can't rely on someone.\" He said. He heard his question as he shakes his head. \"Well I guess if we're in a real fight, we'd want to wear protective gear. But we're not, so I guess we will be fine.\" He said. \"So I guess I can teach you how to hold it and swing?\"" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"I suppose learning to hold it would be a start,\" He walked over next to Adohiro, \"I was never taugh the martial arts, so to be honest I never recieved instruction on swordsmenship... To be honest I have never even ridden a horse, the majority of my education was more inclined to art, poetry, politics...\" He looked at the practice swords with a look of confusion, \"So... Here goes nothing I guess.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He heard he never did horseback riding which he was surprised over that. \"Well that will be the next thing I'll teach you. I have my own horse I can let you ride. She has a good temperament for most people.\" He said. He would hand him a bokken over to him. \"Okay, hold it like I'm holding mine.\" He said. \"Make sure you hold it like this.\"" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura took it, gripping his hand around the handle in the way Adohiro instructed. \"Ok...\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Okay, swing it like this.\" He would make a swing. \"Okay now try to swing it at me. I'll block of course but try to land a hit.\" He said. Adohiro thought he was ready to start. \"If you've watched sparring, feel free to copy the moves you've seen.\"" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura nodded and made a swing, \"Ok, not too difficult,\" He muttered, then turned to Adohiro and swung at him, attempting to hit him." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro of course blocked the moves. \"Make sure to do some footwork to try and trick your opponent. You can also do feints.\" He said. \"If we're in a real battle, you're gonna be dead meat pretty quickly.\"\n\n\"You need to strike more harshly.\"" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"I'm trying,\" He said, hitting harder each time, at one point however he tried to make a feint and go for the Cranes legs, a cheap shot but hey, Scorpions play dirty, Tomura was still unused to the weight of the sword however, even if just for practice" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The sword would hit his leg and he'd congratulate the scorpion. \"That was a good move. I don't recommend doing it in spars since some might ban it. But a fight with bandits might help you survive minutes longer.\" He said. \"I think having you practice more will help you.\"" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"If I was ever in a position where I had to face bandits, I've failed as a politician,\" He laughed, \"But... Politics can still be dangerous, never know when someone may find I'm too good at my job and want to end my life, I do have two Bushi from home, but I still lack a truely dedictate Yojimbo... I just don't trust anyone xompletely with my life yet I guess.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing his laugh as he wondered why he didn't have a protector. \"Hmm maybe I can, Bayushi-san if you don't trust anyone?\" He offered. \"Only if you want though. I can definitely handle myself in a fight, depending how many there are I guess.\" He said shrugging." }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Under his mask, Tomura raised a brow at that, \"You'd be willing to protect a Scorpion Courtier... In all seriousness?\" He asked, if the Crane really meant it... Well, he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but at the same time... He was a Daidoji, he might just be doing this to report his actions... Wait, could this be why he meant to befriend him, was this all a ploy?" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Why not? We're friends.\" He pointed out. They had been getting along well and they were friends. Adohiro was also a mind of his own, he did things because he wanted to do them, not because others told him to." }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"True,\" Tomura considered, \"If your my Yojimbo, you'd be protecting me in my duties to the Scorpion... And honor bound to protect me,\" He looked at the Crane, really looked at him, as if anaylizing his potential, capabilties, risk vs reward, \"Daidoji-san... Are you sure you can handle that task, that if their was a threat to my person, your positive that you would be able to defend me, and I think such an appointment would need to be approved by our Clan Ambassadors, yes?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro gives a nod hearing he would need to protect him. He gives a a nod hearing him ask if he could defend him. \"While I'm not a seasoned fighter, I can pack a punch. I even fended off some thieves who tried to rob me and another. I think I would be capable of defending you.\" He said. \"An appointment? Sure. Would you need to ask your parents?\" He asked." }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura chuckled, \"No... It's an official position and thus approval of superiors, paperwork, Daidoji-san, I am honored by the offer, but I think perhaps it would not be for the best.\" He continued to chuckle as he walked over the lunches that the Crane had prepared, \"But I have no doubt bandits and villains cower at the name of Daidoji Adohiro, who knows, I may be speaking to the future Emerald Champion.\"" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "#\n\n\nThe echoing of a solid wooden cane across the floors rang out clearly during the conversation. \"Daidoji Adohiro!\"\n\nThe mouth of the elderly Crane woman, dressed in the softest and most luxurious of powder blue silks, made the motions of adding the appropriate honorific -san, but no sound came from her mouth. To her left and right were two impassive crags of samurai, armored and carrying their daisho ready. \"My sweet boy, what did I Tell you About inviting samurai of other clans here, To the revered halls of Our Embassy*.\"\n\nA carefully crafted sentence leaving her just out of breath. She paused to inhale before continuing. \"Unannounced?\"\n\nTottering up to the Scorpion, piercing and fiery eyes gleamed out of an aged, time-weary face that at first glance many would have put well-beyond overlooked from the game of courts and clans. \"I am Doji Rika, Ambassador for the Crane in this city. You can call these two Hidari and Migi. Who are you, young man, that you can enter without warning or authorized invitation? It has made the servants have to rush to put on a pot of tea for you now, poor souls.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura winced under his mask, mentally berating himself, he was off the clock and accepted Adohiro's invitation, but he didn't consider Adohiro didn't inform Anyone*, he bowed deeply.\n\n\"Please, accept my most sincere apologizes, Doji-sama,\" He began, not ending his bow, \"I am Bayushi Tomura, Daidoji-san invited me for an afternoon of sparring and training, I had assumed he cleared such activities with the Crane, I had not come in my functions as courtier but as Daidoji-sans friend thus my mind made such a grievous slip, the fault is mine and I humbly beg your forgiveness.\" He said, face still facing the floor in bow. \n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro heard there would need to be paperwork and all of that. He gives a nod until he heard a slam. He heard his name be called out as he looked over at the elderly crane. He gives a quick bow hearing her state it. \"Oh sorry, Doji-sama. He's my friend.\" He states. He saw his friend also looked surprised. He gives a bow. \"Please don't blame my friend, Bayushi-San. He came here with good intentions, to learn how to protect himself. He doesn't know how to fight at all so I wanted to help.\" He said bowing." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Bayushi . . . Tomura-san, hm?\" The old lady cocked her head, as if looking at an invisible shelf of scrolls and parchments. She placed a thoughtful hand on her chin. \"I seem to recall that name from somewhere. Well, it is of little importance.\"\n\nShe did a little gesture with her hand and her two guards fell back a few paces. She neared the young Crane boy, crane tapping across the floor. \"The fault is not yours, Tomura-san. As the Lady Doji herself said when showing us the proper etiquette: it is never the guest who errs, it is the host. Or, as the Unicorn put it: you cannot blame an unbroken horse for kicking a rider.\"\n\nReaching Adohiro, she reached up the top of her cane and rapped the boy twice directly between the eyes. \"Any Crane samurai who properly passed his gempuku knows the basics of etiquette between clans. Sometimes it merely needs to be popped back into place.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"I'm just a minor functionary,\" He said, rising from his bow, when Adohiro got tapped by the can he winced under the mask, \"Daidoji-san was just mentioning how he was concerned for my safety hearing I have no Yojimbo, and offered himself to the task, while I am most grateful for his concern, I respectfully declined as I'm sure their are more important tasks that he could direct his energy towards.\" He said politely. \"I must also admit my embarrassment, I've been given the role as the new representative to the Great Clans and was planning on making an appointment to meet you in a few days.\" He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro saw Lady Doji approach him and saw her hold the cane. It hurt a lot as he let out a gasp. He would rub his face. \"Doji-Sama, sorry.\" He spoke. He cast a glance at his friend who mentioned he was helping him protect himself. Couldn't Lady Doji use her words and not hit him across the face?" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"An honest apology goes a long way. Of course I need remind you that such an offer to generously given between clans without first approaching both lords could be considered treason. To have friends is one matter. To pledge a blade to kill for them is quite another.\" She narrowed her eyes at the boy, then returned to a pleasant smile and patted him on the head. The sharp eyes flitted back to the Scorpion for a moment, then back to Adohiro. \"Never you mind though dearie, you will not be needing to worry about these things much longer.\n\n\"Tomura-san, let us move forward with that meeting today. I am certain by the time you arrive at my meeting room—say, one hour's time—you will have discovered what sort of second impression you wish to provide.\" With that, the woman nodded to the Scorpion and Crane and tottered off. Her bodyguards stayed where they were, watching the two silently, nearly unblinking.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"Well... That could have gone better.\" Tomura said as he rubbed the back of his head, \"But what's done is done I suppose, really Daidoji-san, you didn't clear my visit with anyone?\" He sighed\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro heard the old woman's wise words of being friends was one reason. He gives a glance over at him hearing he didn't need to worry about things. He soon heard Tomura once she left and he gives an apologetic smile. \"Sorry, ToMura-San.\" He said. \"I sort of forgot, I thought it would be okay since we are just sparring basically.\" He said." }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "\"It's all good, no harm down really.\" He waved a hand in dismissal, \"And besides, now I don't have to make an appointment with the ambassador, so some good things did come out from it, so thank you for the introduction to Doji-sama.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod seeing he didn't seem too upset over it. He don't think he would be at all. He gives a nod hearing he got to have an appointment now to meet her. \"So I guess you should get ready for the meeting?\"" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura rubbed the back of his head. \"Might just have to, sorry to cut this lesson short Daidoji-san, I'm sure under your tutelege I'll be able to fend off any attacker.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro gives a nod hearing they needed to cut the meeting short. \"Okay next time you will train whenever we pick a time.\" He told him. \"I guess you don't want to keep Doji-sama waiting.\" He said." } ]	81	3,025
131.766667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "coverty", "message": "Arriving at Daidoji Adohiros home, Yuto was carrying two wooden boken for training, as the two wished to practice their Kenjutsu today. Knocking on the door he waited patiently within the embassy, not having been here so long ago as he met with another. Wondering if the two cranes he's encountered have met, what sort of relationship would they have? It was things like this the scorpion pondered, but they were little matters. \n\nYuto of course had his Daisho with him, though he thought it best they use the boken, unsure of how the Crane was with a sword. It was better to ensure safety above all else. Knocking once more waiting to be let in. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro was relaxing in the meantime after having his mochi made. Now he was letting it sit. He soon heard the knock and he would be surprised. He made his way over there smiling as he opened the door. He spotted the wooden door and he gives a big grin. \"Hello Yuto-San!\" He waved doing a small bow. The crane was not an sword expert and still had a lot to learn. However he still liked to spark and expand his skills in the sparring. \"Come in come in! I have some fresh mochi made if you want and a choice of tea or juice.\" He smiled." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Bowing as he answered the door, he'd have stepped into the Cranes home. He could see the young man was excited, \"Greetings Adohiro-san, you have a wonderful home.\" His hospitality was noted, immediately offering mochi and tea. Smiling at the man's kind gestures, he'd have shaken his head. \n\n\"I find stuffing our faces is more rewarding after exercise don't you think? Besides, it saves us from potentially barfing up a meal.\" \n\nDespite him being serious, he spoke sarcastically. His first few times meeting Adohiro they were normally sitting down, it wasn't until seeing the two standing he realized how much taller he was than him. Then came the question of the Cranes age, could he have been younger than he thought? \n\n\"May be a dumb question to ask, but have you ever had to use your Katana before?\" The real question was had he ever killed anyone with his swords. Wanting to see how experienced he was. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a glance over at his home harried his compliant. He was glad he had speed cleaned his home before he invited him in. \"Ph thank you so much! It is definitely a beautiful home.\" He gives a small smile as he would hear his comment. He heads his barfing comment and he gives a nod giving a small chuckle. \"I agree too. I'm glad I haven't eaten any of it yet.\" He smiled. He noticed the other towered him over a bit as he was rather on the short side. Hopefully he would go through some kind of growth spurt. \n\nHe heard the question and he shakes his head. \"I've never really had to use it.\" He explained as he rubbed the back of his head as he would back a bit to let him in the home. \"We could use my back yard or the front yard for our practice.\"" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "\"I brought two boken for us if you weren't wanting to use real swords. We'll use these to spar, this one is yours.\" \n\nHanding him one of the wooden swords, Yuto would have made his way out to the backyard. Preferring to use that over the front, having his reasons too. \n\n\"Backyard privacy would do some good. I don't think the others would take well to a Scorpion swinging on their own.\" \n\nChuckling, even though he was joking there was some truth to it. Getting out to the back yard he'd have placed his pair of Daisho aside, only holding the boken now. \n\n\"Ready when you are.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a glance at the two as he gives a nod. He takes the one that was handed to him as he held it. Luckily he hadn't been to any real battles at all which was always a good thing sometimes. He would give a nod hearing he wanted to do the backyard so he'd open the back gate and heard that. \"Well maybe we want to show off our skills too to the public.\" He teased. He gives a small nod as he would get into position. He then would attempt to go around him and then launched an attack at him from the back!" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "He seemed enthusiastic to begin, especially with how hastily he moved into an attack. Moving around the larger opponent was good, seeing as their size and weight classes were leagues apart. Adohiro was smart to use that against Yuto, shifting his waist he'd turn and raise his boken. Blocking the young man's strike as he'd deflect him away. \n\n\"I know this is a bit late, Adohiro-San, but how old are you?\" \n\nCurious, unsure of the crane's age. Adohiro gave off such an... Innocent presence, not having to use his sword yet and being rather excited for such an activity. It reminded the Junshin of his younger siblings. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He knew Yuto was a bigger opponent so he attempted to nail him in the back however it didn't succeed. He held up the bokken in order to try and deflect it. When he heard him ask how old he was he'd state his age. \"I just turned 17!\" He said as he would then attempt to slide to make himself lower and harder to attack hopefully. He then tried to kick his shin as hard as he could in an attempt to incapacitate him for a short time in order to land a next blow!" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "The young man was certainly excited and willing to move, in a way he did all the moving for the both of them. Even though he was smart, they were here to practice their Kenjutsu after all. When he slid to kick Yuto, the Junshin sort of just stood there. With their difference in stature it'd be hard for him to move the giant. Though upon hearing his age made the scorpion react. \n\n\"Only Seventeen?!\" \n\nBeing taken aback Adohiros hit would have connected, being the samurai's fault for taking much surprise to his age. It was no wonder he hadn't had a chance to use his sword, the young man was still practically a boy. Stepping back and regaining himself, the scorpion would speak once more. \n\n\"I didn't want to judge you by appearance, but it's no wonder you haven't used your sword much. Remember, I'm a bigger opponent so your agility is key. But if you move too much you'll only tire yourself out.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Due to the man's surprise, his foot would connect to his ankle. He heard his remark as he gives a nod. \"I am.\" He quickly jumped back to have some distance between him. \"It's fine, I just haven't ever had to use it. Right, I'll use my agility lol he gives a nod. Being shorter and lighter weight, he definitely had a disadvantage to bigger opponents. He gives a nod as he would decide to try an idea he had. He had no clue if it worked at all. He would use a distraction as he threw his bokken sword up over Yuto's head. Hopefully he'd attempt to hit the sword away. Once he did so, he would run to the back of him and attempted to knee him into the back to incapacitate him again!" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Seeing this kid throw his damn boken made Yuto sigh, simply sighing as he caught it. Was this a game to him? Readjusting his handle on the sword in his hands, before Adohiro could make a move he brought both swords forward. Now drawn to either side of his neck, not allowing him to move further. \n\n\"Adohiro-San, please remember we're practicing Kenjutsu. Throwing your sword in a fight isn't practical and will only get you killed, your Katana is your life.\" \n\nHe couldn't blame the crane for trying the unorthodox, but throwing his boken!? That was something he hoped wouldn't be repeated. Giving Adohiro his sword back, he'd stand back. \n\n\"If you're unsure of your attacks then do not commit to them. You're smaller and more agile, throwing feints would suit you.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He saw him catch the bokken and soon felt the wooden sword be drawn at his neck. He heard say not to do something like that. He gives a nod. \"Sorry Yuto-San.\" He said. \"I just wanted to maybe create a feint and then attack you from behind.\" He said giving a glance at him. He would take the sword back as he heard his idea. \"Okay I'll try to do more feints.\" He said giving a small glance. He would then back a bit to get back into position." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "\"Being unorthodox and creative is good, Adohiro-san. Just remember the enemy will look for any opportunity to deal the killing blow. Throwing your only means of defense is leaving yourself naked.\" \n\nOnce he saw him enter his stance, Yuto would do the same. Holding his boken in front of him as he stood upright, he'd wait for the young man to make a move. It was important he instilled good habits into him now, fearing what his first real fight would be like. \n\n\"Try more direct attacks, I may be bigger but i can still be put under pressure.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing those were good but to not let himself be defenseless. He gives a small nod as he would hold it tightly to himself. Once he got into position, he would do a sliding move as he attempted to lash his bokken at his stomach and side area. He was hoping he'd make the cut as he also attempted to whack his shins with his sliding foot slide!" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Good, he had caught on and improved. Yuto would brace himself for the young man's attack, holding the sword vertically he'd block the first strike. It was his foot strike that got him, even though he maintained balance the vassal smiled. \n\n\"Good, disrupting your opponent's balance will always work in your favor. But be mindful of how easily you can be predicted.\" \n\nThe Rokugo would have pulled his sword up, bringing a downward strike onto the crane, inserting much force that would shake his arms if it clashed. He wanted to demonstrate the examples of competing with a larger and stronger opponent, how would the crane respond?" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He smiled softly when his attack was blocked but he still caught him off balance. He'd smirk as he managed to get him, however he heard he needed to less predictable. He gives a nod as he would back away to a safer distance gripping his bokken. \"Make the first move now! I bet I can block it!\" The enthusiastic crane spoke as he walked ad in a defense position. He was wondering if the other would attack him head on!" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Yuto did as he instructed, striking head on as he brought his boken down on him. Performing an overhead downward strike, pouring much of his strength into the blow. Stepping forward as the scorpion did, but this wasn't all of his attack. He kept delivering strikes, aiming for the young man's shoulders, wanting to pressure Adohiro. \n\nThis was so he could see how he'd react to an aggressive opponent. When fighting with swords one strike was all it took, one mistake led to death. Rokugo Yuto became more worried for the young crane, having such a young and innocent presence. He'd feel guilty if he weren't prepared for his first encounter." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would soon see him come off at him aggressively as he would hold the sword in a defensive position. When he attempted to strike, he would be able to deflect a a few of the moves while getting hit by a few. \n\nHe soon would jab his sword at his legs to make him fall possibly!" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Watching Adohiro get more defensive was good, finding his opening to break the opponent. It was important to remain calm and prudent, thinking and feeling ahead of your enemy to outplay them. Typically when one grew aggressive they got sloppy, even though he was struck the scorpion was proud. Not bothering to hide the smile. \n\n\"Good, but be mindful. Leaving yourself compromised, even for a moment can be deadly. If you're not certain of a strike don't commit to it.\" \n\nReadjusting one's grip on the boken, he coiled his fingers. Adohiro did knock Rokugo off his balance, rather surprised by it. But he wanted to see more. \n\n\"Keep going!\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He was surprised he was able to strike the bigger opening. He would hear his advice as he gives a nod. He would then circle around a defensive position wanting to find a weak spot. Once he saw his side, he would launch himself towards his side attempting to do a side way slash at his side! He had no idea but he was at the side so it would be most likely difficult to swing at Adohiro." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Yuto always made sure to face Adohiro, he may have been smaller and agile, but he wouldn't let him so easily flank. Though it was good, Adohiro relied upon his strengths, the scorpion wouldn't make it that easy. Upon his swing Yuto was prepared, parrying and deflecting the young man's blow. This would have knocked him off their feet if they weren't prepared for a powerful riposte. \n\n\"Good, you're making progress. How about we take a break and you show me what kind of tea you made.\" \n\nIf the crane did fall, Yuto would extend a hand to help him up. Not that it'd be hard with their size difference, after pulling him up he'd open a palm for the boken. \n\n\"I have a question for you.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would try to get him from behind when he attacked. He had some trouble holding down the attacks but luckily didn't fall. However towards the end he did get knocked down as he would soon hear him say they could have tea. He gives a nod as he takes his hand holding it and getting up easily. \"A question what is it?\" He asked as he would at the bokken down. He then would head inside setting the tea he had left brewing. It still was hot enough!" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "\"I know I asked you before... But what is your goal really? You don't seem to worry about your Kenjutsu, is a warrior's path not the one you take? Of course there's nothing wrong with that, but to tell the truth I'm still trying to figure you out.\" \n\nWaiting as Adohiro prepared the tea, he set the boken aside crossing both arms. Adohiro was young and had much thinking to do for his future, of course if the man hadn't figured it out. \n\n\"You've met Doji Koharu-sama I presume yes?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"My goal? I guess haven't really thought about it. I do l know I need to practice my kenjutsu, but I'm more for scholarly stuff.\" He said. He would pour the tea as he handed him a cup of the fine china. He heard him ask if he met Doji Koharu-sama and he gives a nod. \"Here and there.\" He said with a gently smile. \"What are you goals then?\"He asked wondering if he had any or was completing them." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Taking the cup of tea, he blew on it before taking a sip. Listening to Adohiro, he was glad the young man acknowledged the need to further his skill. It was very much like Yuto to worry, smiling as he spoke it was rather surprising hearing him say 'Here and There' in reference to meeting Doji Koharu. \n\n\"I've met her once, I say for a young man with aspirations. You should acquaint yourself more with her. I'm sure many opportunities will arise.\" \n\nTaking another sip, he blew once more on the tea. Almost laughing once Adohiro asked for his goals. \n\n\"I'm going to be the strongest Swordsman in the world, and maybe one day I'll be Emerald champion. But who knows..\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro would hear him quietly hearing him talk about her. He gives a nod wondering how he could acquaint with her. \"Maybe you can arrange a meeting with her for me?\" He said. He gives a small smile as he would soon hear his laugh. He heard his goal as he gives a small chuckle. \"An emerald champion? That's a pretty big dream.\" He said. \"I haven't thought that far of my goals.\" He said. \"But I hope one day I can become the Crane Ambassador. I think if I am, I can help improve relationships with other clan members.\" He said." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "\"I don't think a Scorpion orchestrating a meeting for two crane to meet would be wise. You both reside within the same embassy, you could simply... Go and talk to her?\" \n\nTilting his head, Yuto was rather concerned. If he wanted to be the ambassador, becoming acquainted with the others in the city was important. Though it was an admirable goal for someone so young, did he have the necessary skills and ambition? \n\n\"I think it's important you two meet sooner rather than later to discuss your goals, I've had my own meeting with her. She's very polite, no need to be nervous.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod. He would hear he should talk to her. \"*Oh okay.\" He said. He heard she was polite. He was glad she was. He thought most cranes were polite. He gives a bond. \"True. Umm, who else would you recommend!\" He asked curiously as he would turn to him. \"Or anyone from your clan maybe too.\" He smiled." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "\"I don't think speaking to anyone from my clan will help your case. Speaking to Koharu-sama is your best choice. If you wish to be the Ambassador for your clan, continue refining your skills and educating yourself on the things happening.\" \n\nIn reference to the city itself, there was much to be done. A mere day or a few months wouldn't be enough to solve all the city's problems, but there was a way to nick it slowly. After their small training session and tea, Yuto would prepare himself to depart soon. How the day went by swiftly, perhaps they'd have a chance to do this again.\n\n\"I'll be on my way, I'm honored to have been invited into your residency. Next time I'll invite you to mine.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro would give a nod hearing he should speak to them. He gives a nod happy with that. He would pack some mochi for him before he'd leave. \"Thank you! I look forward to visiting your home!\" He said with a small smile. He gives a glance over at him. \"Here's some mochi for you!\" He smiled softly. \"Oh and tea bag, i tried to make my own tea.\"" } ]	128.5	3,953
68.118644	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The young crane had set a schedule with the mantis to do the no bake pastries. He gives a small smile as he started to set up. He had bread that was going to he used for the no bake meal. Now he was wishing around as he would give a soft sigh. The small residence was small but was perfect for a single person. The room was clean, pretty average. Though it had a lot of decoration in it. He'd wait quietly for them as he gives a soft sigh." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Oi! Daidoji-san?\" A voice came from behind the front door.\n\nKana was grateful, so say the last, that they weren't working in the embassy proper. A Mantis showing up on their doorstep to demonstrate her lack of skill in something would have reflected poorly on her and the clan. As far she knew though, Adohiro was much less judgemental. While she was not sure how their emerging friendship might be taken, it wasn't as though she was approaching this without caution." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Here.\" He called put as he went to open the door for her. He gives and all smile as he would Invite him in. Bread was laid out along with some sugar and other spices for the sweets pastry they were going to make. \"So want to get started right now?\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Oh? Right to business, are we?\" She chuckled, stepping in. \"Of course! I am very curious indeed as to how this will all work now...\" She knelt at the table with the ingredients, studying them carefully. The spices were familiar, being of the Mantis, and while she was somewhat familiar with bread, it wasn't exactly the most common ingredient. She chalked it up to the fortunes of the Crane." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod smiling as he would go sit at the table. \"So we first need to put the bread into a bowl and put some milk. Not too much to make a dough like substance. He said with a small smile. \"Then we can add sugar and other sweet stuff too:\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"We make dough out of the bread? Okay...\" She approached to bowl. \"So, how do I mix it? Just with hands?\" She rolled up her sleeves in preparation, just in case that was indeed the method she needed to follow." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a small nod glancing at the already baked bread. \"We need to make it into its sorta wet then we add flour and sugar.\" He smiled softly. \"Then we can shape it into a cake.\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana nodded, wrinkling her nose as she got in with her hands, squishing the soggy bread. The texture was unusual, to say the least. Still, Adohiro was the expert, so she continued to follow his instructions.\n\n\"So... How long do I keep doing this?\" She asked. \"Until it's like a paste, or do I stop before that?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He smile softly as he would glance at her. \"Until it's a paste and then we can add the sugar and some spices .\" He smiled. \"Okay I think yours looks good.\" He said. \"Now add some sugar until it's doughy like.\" He said." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana continued as directed. The texture was unpleasant to say the least, even as it made no sense to feel that way. It wasn't that much different than any other dough, after all. She was also driven by curiosity to see the finished product, and what manner of magic no bake pastries were!\n\n\"So... How much do I add?\" She asked, starting to add the sugar and spices more conservatively." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Umm until it's almost dough like and then it'd be good. Then We can decorate it.\" He said with a small smile. \"Oh yours looks ready.\" He finished making his." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Really? It looks done?\" She glanced down at the dough, a little but surprised. \"Are you certain? I don't need to be doing any more with it?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives A nod. \"Well you can add cinnamon or if you want to make it savory and sweet.\" He said. \"You can shape it into a donut.\" He said." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana nodded, adding some more cinnamon to the mix. She raised an eyebrow at the shape, though.\n\n\"Do... Nut?\"\n\nShe would need to watch Adohiro to understand what he meant, following his lead was closely as she could, and making a crude ring shape.\n\n\"I think that's it!\" She smiled, somewhat proud of herself.\n\n\"Though... Not related to the cooking, but something's been on my mind.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Yeah I read it in a book.\" He smiled. He added plain sugar to his and a tiny bit of cinnamon. He would make it into a circle shape. He would then hear her statement as he glanced over at her. \"Sure.\" He said smiling. \"What is it?\" He asked as he would soon glance at the bowl. \"We can make a glaze with some water and sugar.\" He said." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana nodded, moving to put some sugar into the bowl to start that. \"Well, as I'm sure you are aware, our clans are not on the best of terms,\" She began. \"So, I'm a bit curious as to why you've made such an effort to befriend me. Not that I am ungrateful, mind you! I suppose I'm just wondering why a Mantis?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would start to make his icing too adding some cinnamon to it. He soon heard her question and he shrugged. \"I like making friends with everyone. I don't think the clan you're from has much meaning to you, and you're also nice too, Kana-San.\" He said to the mantis. He gives a small smile as he would soon make a frosting type consistency. \"I also am friends with other clans too.\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana stumbled a bit as she worked. She got Adohiro's meaning but...\n\n\"Well! I do appreciate that. I would say my clan is certainly valuable to me, but I also value harmony and peaceful solutions where possible. I would rather build connections than be at each other's throats myself. I also enjoy your company as well, Daidoji san.\" She grinned. \"Not to mention I find myself learning a great deal from you.\"\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing her clan was important of course. \"Oh not, not like that. More like I look at the person rather than think politically?\" He said. He soon heard she liked being in his company and how she was learning a lot. He gives a small nod. \"Hmm yeah I'm glad you're learning,Kana-San. Shall we try our snacks now?\" He gives a small smile." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "She nodded, and gave a smile. It was heartening to see the young Crane's idealism. She hoped that he would not be given cause to lose it any time soon. Though she raised an eyebrow at the use of her name, she nodded, and smiled.\n\n\"Right, I suppose it's worth a shot!\" With that, she took one of the pastries and popped them in her mouth. It was... Quite different from the desserts she typically ate. Not in an entirely objectionable way, but certainly not what she was used to. The taste was not half bad, though!" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He smiled softly as he would try his glancing at hers. \"Do you like it!\" The expressive crane asked as he ate his. It tasted good. It would have been nicer if he had more sugar to it to make it more fluffy but it was still good. The texture was good, almost gummy like texture but still chewable like a soft pastry. \"I use to make this as a kid, I'd sneak the ingredients if I couldn't eat anything sweet or if I was grounded.\" He said as finished the rest of his since it wasn't very big. He had only used one slice of bread. \"Well now you can teach your mantis clan this skill.\" He joked." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana nodded slowly. \"It's not something I am especially used to, but the flavor is nice!\" She replied. \"I think it would be very interesting to share this with the rest of the clan, at least. I wonder what they would think of it?\" She mused. \"Your parents must have been quite successful, to have such ingredients in ready supply!\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing she did like the flavor. He gives a small nod as he soon heard the parent comment. He'd chuckle nervously as he nodded. \"Yeah I guess so.\" Though he learned how to do this when he was living in the streets before he joined the crane clan at 5 but he couldn't ever mention that!" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana did notice Adohiro's nervousness, and offered a reassuring smile. \"Is everything all right? I apologize if I gave any cause for offence.\" She kept it short; letting him know he would be free to speak further if he wished, but at the same time he was under no obligation to." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Oh it's fine.\" He chuckled playing it off. \"It's fine.\" He smiled softly. \"Oh right do you want anything to drink? I have some tea and juice.\" He smiled softly. \"It's pretty good the juice.\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "She smiled, and thought for a moment. \"Well, since you seem to be recommending it, I will try the juice, if that please you.\" She moved to take a seat at the table." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod as he'd take the the juice out and poured it. It was apple juice and he then handed her the cup. \"Here it is.\" He said with a small smile. He also got his own too smiling." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana took a drink of the juice. It was yet another surprising, and unfamiliar flavor. She'd tried foreign foods before; being of the Mantis it came with the territory. Yet this was nothing like anything she had tasted before. Evidently her friend was full of surprises, and liked to be able to show those surprises off. It was pleasant, however.\n\n\"It is good, Daidoji-san. What is it?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"It's apple juice.\" Hr said with a small smile as he glanced over at the juice which was a brown color. It definitely didn't look good but it had a nice flavor. \"It's sweet right but not too sweet?\" He said. Adohiro was definitely full of surprise but he enjoyed it." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Apple... Interesting.\" She took another sip. She'd have to make sure to ask some of the guys at the docks what exactly it was. \"It's very nice, actually! I can imagine you would be able to make a good wine out of this.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod wondering if there was apple wine. \"Maybe there is? I know there are some imports of grape juice. That's good too.\" He said glancing over at her. \"What other fruits have you tried?\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Grapes...\" That one she was familiar with. She also was convinced that one would make a good wine as well! Perhaps the Mantis could ask about it the next time they were out trading.\n\n\"Hm... Well, I am fond of peaches myself. A good persimmon is also nice as well.\" She smiled. \"Cherries are fine as well, but I often struggle with the pit. I nearly chipped a tooth the last time I got too eager...\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He glanced over hearing her say grapes. Grapes were quite good. \"I like them when they're sweet.\" He said. \"I hate when I get sour ones.\" He said. He heard her say peaches and he gives a nod. \"Those are good too.\" He smiled. \"I hate the pits in cherries. They're the worst.\" He said. \"What about pomegranates?\" He asked. \"They're a pain by to eat.\" He said." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Hmmm... That's another one I've never had. I must say, you're truly an expert when it comes to fruit,\" She replied. \"It's not often you see a samurai who is so informed about matters of agriculture. If I can ask, how did you come to be so well informed?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing she hasn't heard of it. He'd be surprised over the compliment and he gives a small shrug. \"I like to look around the market for any new foods so sometimes I see vendors with weird or strange fruit from other places so I ask about them and I buy them.\" He said. \"It's pretty fun that way.\" He stated giving her a glance. \"What about you?\" He asked. He wondered if she did that sort of stuff." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana nodded. Given how busy the port was, it was likely there'd be goods from all across Rokugan, with a few even outside of that. \"I see! No wonder you are such an expert! I'd say it sounds almost like me with my figurines...\" She chuckled. \"I don't know that I get that way with anything else myself.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a snap nod hearing her talk about how busy the port was. He gives a nod. \"The marketplace is a fun place to visit and shop at.\" He gives a small smile happily. He'd glance over at her with a grin. \"Wouldn't that be great?\" He asked." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Oh? You mean you'd like to go sometime?\" Kana asked. \"That would be a lot of fun, actually! Though I confess I've been hearing some word of a bazaar coming to the city, and have been saving my funds for that. Just a bit.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He nodded his head. \"We could go together.\" He shrugged. \"If you're not busy.\" He said. \"A bazaar?\" He asked. \"I think I have heard of it.\" Hr said giving a glance over at her." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana nodded. \"Yes! Once the bazaar is set up, I think that sounds like a good plan, don't you? That I said, I would ask one favor of you. Please do not judge me too harshly if I see any of those sculptures I like... I'm not entirely myself when I do.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He nodded his head smiling. \"Yeah we can do that unless I have stuff to do for the clan.\" He said smiling. \"It's fine.\" He smiled. He gives a soft smile as he would stretch his arms" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Of course! We're all Samurai here, and I know duty always comes first. If anything, I'll probably be looking for you when the bazaar opens up. Even if you're not available, well, I'll make sure we get to go together some time. Does that sound good?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing her remark about the samurai. He gives. A small nod. \"I can maybe sneak away when things don't get busy.\" He said with a Small smile.\"I sometimes like to crash out of things early.\" He said giving a small glance at her." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Truly?\" She gave him a somewhat concerned look. \"I mean, I would hardly want you to lose face or get in trouble on my account. What would happen if you got caught?\"\n\nWhat would happen if you were caught skipping out on your duties for a Mantis, for that matter?" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He shrugged not really sure. \"I dunno? Maybe just a scolding?\" He said shrugging. \"I can always ask my friends to cover for me too.\" He pointed out. \"I know we might be running something for that fest thingy.\" He sighed. \"Have you shirked your duties?\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana gave him a horrified look. \"No, never! Maybe once or twice I would play at being lost to avoid my lessons when I was a child, but never again. I could never ignore my duties in such a way!\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gave a chuckle at her horrified loom at her question. He gives a nod hearing she wouldn't. \"Hmm I'll just ask my best friend, I'm sure he'll cover for me.\" He said. \"I hated my lessons as a kid. They were so horrible.\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana nodded. Complaining about lessons was one thing, but she was surprised he'd be so open about avoiding duties. \"Regardless, please do not risk yourself or your friends getting into trouble on my account. We will make it work for both of our schedules, yes?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a small nod hearing they should work an idea out. \"Okay don't worry though. I didn't plan to skimp out too much.\" He laughed. \"We can work out an plan.\" He said smiling. \"Oh right, do you plan to do this cooking style from now on?\" He asked about the No bake method" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Good! I would be very worried if you were to get in trouble on my behalf!\" She chuckles. \"As for this method, perhaps the next time we get some bread in. I know I would certainly like to show some of the others the technique. Maybe they would think I am using my Shugenja abilities?\" She started laughing." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He chuckled softly hearing her remarks. \"I'm use to getting in trouble, especially as a kid.\" He joked with a small laugh. He gives a nod, bread by itself was always good. \"Any bread like pasties work. I'm thinking of trying it on Mochi maybe?\" He shrugged unsure if it would work at all. He gives a small smile as he sighed softly." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Mochi? That could also be interesting...\" She thought to herself. \"Regardless, I thank you for opening my eyes to new possibilities! I hadn't ever considered that manner of preparing food before. Or, really much about food preparation at all, if I am being completely honest.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod surprised she didn't do much cooking. He gives a small nod as he was interested. \"Maybe we need to cook regularly pastries too.\" He smiled softly.\n\nHe gives a small smile bearing her say the bazaar. \"Sure I bet it's open right now. We should go.\" He said giving a small determined smile. \"I think we'd do amazing.\" He said with a grin. \"Want to head there now?\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Hmm...\" She thought for a moment. \"I suppose I can make it work. Our clan may well be interested in this bazaar and what it offers. I can day I am there on official business!\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod smiling. \"Okay awesome, let's go there now! Before it gets crowded or All the good fruit is taken up. Oh have you had kiwis?\" He asked wondering if she had. \"They're super good, albeit sour.\" He said with a small smile." }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "\"Tell you what,\" She replied, stretching a bit. \"If they are selling any kiwis there, I will try it.\" She smiled. \"Of course, I've no idea what could possibly be there. It will be up to the Fortunes whether or not we even find anything of interest.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod about it. \"Alright let's hurry there before it gets too busy.\" He told Kana as he got up. He would grab his money purse which there wasn't too much money in there. However, it would be enough to buy certain fruits. \"Are you ready?\"" }, { "author": "theyarnmonster", "message": "Kana stood up, smoothing out the folks on her kimono, and nodding. \"Hai! I'm ready whenever you are. Shall we get going, then?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a small nod as he stuffed his money into his pocket. He then would open his front door as he put his slipper on. \"Okay!\"" } ]	63	4,019
239.615385	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "thymont", "message": "Temujin took in the view of the Crane garden, a meticulously created and arranged series of certain kinds of trees and flowers with strategically placed koi ponds. Though certainly more limited than the fantastic ones they had in their own lands, it still lived up to the children of Doji's reputation for beauty and art.\n\nHe was here for his meeting with Doji Daiki to discuss interior decorations for the Unicorn. Granted, it was more like he roughly told Daiki what the Unicorn hoped for, tried his best to listen to the Crane's in-depth but refreshingly direct options, and weighed in if he could. But right now, he was waiting to be shown in once the wait for his acquaintance was done.\n\nAt least he could enjoy the small pleasure of the Cranes' unfailing courtesy. It may have been putting on a lot of airs you had to be aware of, but at least the result was intended to be pleasant, whatever the goal.\n\n\"Our most ancient allies...\" He murmured to himself in thought. It wasn't that he didn't like the Crane; he just often found it hard to truly Get Them past all the layers. But they were indeed one of the closest allies of the Unicorn, and he respected what they gave and took from each other.\n\nFor now, he was looking at bonsai trees and a koi pond, and perhaps the odd servant tending to the gardens. Still, it was an open area. Now and then he might have seen a Crane enjoying a moment's respite here...\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"Do forgive me for missing you at the gate, Shinjo-sama,\" Tadayasu said as he gently turned. \"I was rather preoccupied, but caught news of your arrival a moment ago. Did you come here to meet someone?\"\n\nHe set down the brush he was using on the small writing table before him. The pages he left there to dry, as he stood to greet the Unicorn with a bow.\n\nAsahina Tadayasu wore his status well. His dark and lustrous outer layer was patterned with silvery silk thread, and beneath was a layer of brilliant blue, erupting with the multicoloured flowers of spring. In contrast, his snowy white hair was only crudely pinned, most of it hanging comfortably loose in the wandering breeze. \n\n\"And if not, then please forgive my intrusion. The garden is a fine place for quiet contemplation, and you are most welcome to remain. It was built for guests, not for us.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "The Shinjo was slightly surprised by the greeting, but not alarmed. The man had the look and demeanour of a more courtly samurai, but also a subtle sense of strength.\n\nAn Asahina? Interesting. I seldom meet any from their family.\n\n\"Oh, it's no trouble, Asahina-san; I'm merely waiting for a meeting with Doji Daiki-san. I hope I haven't disturbed your writing!\"\n\nHe sincerely hoped he didn't intrude on any solitude the man sought, even as he knew Cranes would be too polite to admit as such. Temujin reminded himself not to volunteer too much information at once, in case the man would like some peace.\n\nIn his passing glance, he took in what details he could of his attire and the art he set himself to. Having grown more familiar with the brush, it seemed that the man was writing poetry rather than practicing calligraphy.\n\nTurning aside while keeping the Crane in the corner of his eye, Temujin spoke up briefly.\n\n\"Still, even if it's made for guests, the hosts have a right to enjoy it as well.\"\n\nAn obvious observation, perhaps. But also an expression of sentiment: he wasn't a bother, and should feel free to remain.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Tadayasu gave him a glimmer of an amused smile.\n\n\"A kind answer, Shinjo-sama. I fear that Doji Daiki is currently pursuing some... Extended duties. The last shipment of iron we were hoping to receive has seemingly vanished during transit, and he is personally out on an excursion to recover the missing goods. Likely a delay due to road closures, petty robbery at worst, nothing of great risk.\"\n\nHe unfurled a broad white fan as he spoke, and gestured to the paths that ran through the embassy garden.\n\n\"If you please. There's no need for concern - our guard captain has done well keeping the ashigaru drilled for duty, and Doji-san is going with a capable escort. In the meantime, I can perhaps find another who might provide some of Doji-san's metalworking services for you, if you so wish.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "Daiki's whereabouts were news to him, and Temujin allowed one eyebrow to raise in curiosity.\n\n\"Indeed? Then I will pray the fortunes grant him a speedy return,\" He replied, more curious than alarmed. \"I am certain he and your Clan's ashigaru are up to the task.\"\n\nThe polite distance shrank a little as the conversation developed, and the Shinjo's smile grew by a pinch.\n\n\"Though while I Have Benefited from Doji-san's smithing, our recent collaboration actually involves the Residence's rooms and how to improve them.\" Temujin added, his tone growing more animated. \"His eye for detail and aesthetics serves him there as well as it does with forge and blade.\"\n\nThen... He slowed. Went from bright and eager to his previous controlled composure.\n\n\"Ah, but pardon me for speaking ahead,\" He said with a respectful bow. \"Shinjo Temujin, scout and envoy of the Unicorn. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Asahina-sama.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Temujin certainly seemed like a perceptive and self-possessed man to Tadayasu. Though he wasn't a courtier, he adapted to his surroundings well, a mark of any good scout. Great individuals always came from good foundations. \n\n\"Indeed, a pleasure shared. I am Asahina Tadayasu, clan magistrate overseeing public works. If you're looking for guidance on a design... Well, though my skill set is not as aesthetically focused as that of Doji-san, I may be able to offer you some advice on the matter.\"\n\nTadayasu waved a servant over with one hand, requesting one of the garden-facing rooms to be furnished with two fresh sitting mats.\n\n\"Shall we share something to drink? The embassy larders have been stocked with new pickings of tea, made from the tender leaves of spring. I find the gentle fragrance a good companion for the garden view.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "Temujin nodded. His lips curved into a small smile, but he maintained his decorum, as appropriate for the graceful trappings of the Crane. So far, this Asahina was a most amiable host, treating a guest with polite hospitality. He was also comfortable in it, the conversation's flow polite yet progressing forward.\n\n\"It would be my pleasure, Asahina-san. Good tea and company are always good for the soul.\"\n\nWith the mats placed, Temujin would smoothly take his seat. While they awaited the tea, he continued speaking with his usual mix of ease and alertness.\n\n\"Your advice would be most appreciated. An eye for art is valuable, yes,\" He said, \"But what I've found most important is a mind for tradition.\"\n\nCertainly, any official matters wouldn't be a secret within the Clan, but volunteering the information would still be polite in showing trust, now that they had done some small talk.\n\n\"You see, what Doji-san and I have been doing is attempting to balance the Unicorn's style with more traditional furnishings. By doing so, we hope that our rooms will be feel more welcoming to those from other Clans.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Tadayasu sat as well, and floated the proposition in his mind for a moment. Within any clan, there were those fervently proud of their own artistic traditions, who tended to blanch at ideas of deviating and adapting. But the Unicorn were of a fluid mind, and came to surprise even Tadayasu with their ways of compromise.\n\n\"And the others in your clan are not opposed to such a gesture?\" He said, raising an eyebrow. \"How interesting, that is. As a scholar of the arts, I've come to admire the depth and richness of Unicorn craft, and never anticipated that there would be a renewed interest in the Rokugani style. But of course, if this is your desire, then I shall certainly support your efforts.\"\n\nA plink and rattle announced the arrival of the tea, brimming with the aroma of the tenderest of spring leaves, served in cups of deep earthen ceramic. Like the mountain rain which rolls down the hills and awakes the slumbering earth.\n\n\"If you would approve, Shinjo-sama, I will order some exemplary Crane works to be brought here for your viewing, and we may discuss their broad character.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "\"Some, perhaps. But we also understand: The purpose of our Residence is not just to display our culture, but to receive others hospitably,\" He answered in turn. \"And that includes making them feel welcome in their surroundings.\"\n\nHe appreciated this Crane's diplomatic words, even if he understood the constant, unfailing politeness of the Crane. And how they were often disarming to subtly coax words from others. But one could only be so vigilant; at some point, Trust Must also be offered with the open hand.\n\n\"You have my thanks, Asahina-san. I would be honoured to receive your assistance.\" Temujin continued with a short lowering of his head. \"I will admit, I'm far from an artisan, so a truly practiced eye is most appreciated.\"\n\nThen the tea arrived. Assuming their cups were not immediately filled by the Heimin, the Shinjo would wordlessly offer to move and pour tea for his host first.\n\n\"And perhaps in the future,\" He said as the cups were filled to be appreciated in their fragrance and flavour, \"We can arrange a visit to the Residence, if you wish. So that you may see how it looks now, and what progress we have made so far.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"Of course, the appointment would be much appreciated. It will do the craftspeople good to feel and measure the space before commencing their designs.\"\n\nTadayasu graciously accepted the tea and poured Temujin a cup as well. He sent the servants away with a short spoken list of items to bring, and then began a short introduction for each piece before it entered the chamber. \n\n\"These tables, cushions, mats, and byobu were all brought to the embassy from Crane lands, and they do not differ much from the popular court styles of the past thirty or so years. Comfortable and familiar for our users. These ceramics are different; the vases and statuary we display is of a style which goes back ten generations. The imagery reminds us of the traditions which distinguish our clans from others. \n\n\"And of course, the architecture. Every column and beam, every shingle and stone - all quarried or cut fewer than three days up the river from here. We take the materials locally refined, and treat them our own way, so that in the end our home in Ryoko Owari is part of the city. Well integrated and still uniquely our own.\"\n\nNow with all the pieces of furniture and artistry placed before himself and Temujin, Tadayasu gestured for the Unicorn to inspect them at his pleasure. He allowed himself to show a bit of pride, in the way that many Asahina savoured the joy of a long endeavour coming to fruit.\n\n\"If any of these are inspiring to you, we would happily loan them to you for study in detail, if you have other errands today. If not, we can leave them here for as long as you wish.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "The Shinjo gave an appropriately composed nod in response to the Crane, but allowed himself a small, socially acceptable smile.\n\nThough when the artful items were brought in, his expression shifted. There was a brief look of a student who had neglected to study for their Gempukku, the sense of being out of his depth \|\|Self-doubt\|\|, but it settled into proper focus as the Crane guided him through the pieces.\n\nHe carefully observed the works of art and their accompanying explanations, his thoughts building upon each word and view. Finally, as Tadayasu concluded his tour, Temujin faced him with an honest but composed expression.\n\n\"I will admit, I have limited experience in art. But I am greatly impressed, Asahina-san; as you said, these are fine examples of the Crane styles. Each one worked with a different medium, and has a distinct style. \n\n\"Yet through those periods, they remain clearly Crane. I can see it in the lines and the use of colours, the forms; there are consistencies here and with what I see in your Embassy, and a clear contrast from what our Residence uses.\"\n\nHis smile widened slightly. Though he had seen some of the twists of Crane politics while serving Ide-sama, he appreciated reminders of the true strengths and virtues of his Clan's ancient ally.\n\n\"I've always admired that about your Clan. You are able to apply your strengths to many different fields, yet keep the essence of who you are. That is a quality the Unicorn value greatly as well.\"\n\n\nTurning, he swept his gaze across the gathered artwork briefly.\n\n\"I believe for our waiting rooms,\" He answered, \"The tables, cushions, and screens would be most helpful as references. We want to help ease in visitors with familiarity for what they'll be using. There will be much to see in the future, but I believe that will be a good start.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"Naturally,\" Tadayasu replied. \"Though it may be unfamiliar to your training, Shinjo-sama, you seem to understand all that I've advised. It's a mark of a successful warrior, to understand matters outside of their martial upbringing - just as it is vital for a courtier to know the basics of self-defense.\"\n\nWith his drink finished, Tadayasu stood. \n\n\"I shall endeavor to gather a few artisans and conduct a formal survey of the Ide Residence in the coming days. Then we can decide on how best to intervene. As for the remainder of your stay here, please enjoy the respite, and use our garden to the fullest. Receiving you as a guest has been a great pleasure, Shinjo-sama.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "thymont", "message": "Artful praise from the Asahina. A classic Crane move, but that didn't mean it was insincere or unwelcome. Temujin nodded appreciatively in response, finishing his own drink and standing to face the courtier.\n\n\"And being received by you has been an equal pleasure, Asahina-sama. A time of comfort and inspiration through words, deeds, and art; very true to Crane hospitality.\"\n\nHe bowed, a little deeper this time (while still being within appropriate levels) to convey his respect. Straightening up, he faced Tadayasu, the satisfaction of this meeting clear in his eyes.\n\n\"I, too, will look forward to the future collaborations in this matter. Though for now, I shall take in the beauty of your gardens one last time before I take my leave.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	239	3,115
171.083333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro decided to try and set a formal dinner scene. He decided to put random \"Flowers\" He got for free from the fields not knowing they were weeds. But at least they looked pretty. Once the scene was set, he then would start to make some traditional Yakitori and rice balls. His rice balls looked super lumpy but edible at least as he would decide to make a teriyaki type sauce for dipping the rice balls. Once he did so, he then would set the Yakitori onto a metal skewer in hopes it'd look fancy. He made a super sad omelette too with a smiley face with the teriyaki sauce he made that had some chunkiness form the ingredients in the teriyaki sauce. For some added healthiness, there was green beans that were baked somewhat with some salty seasoning. There was also some dessert, he decided to make a rice pudding but he flavored it with the Sakura. Hopefully his meal was good tasting. He did test it during the cooking process but he was nervous about it being actually good and up to par wit her pallete. \n\nHe did buy dumplings though who he had someone else make for him. Now the apology dinner was all set but his wallet seen better days." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Moshi Mai and her Yojimbo, Chiyoko, arrived outside of the Crane Embassy, per the request of one Daidoji Adohiro. The Ambassador wasn't expecting it, to say the least, and after not hearing from Doji Arami, she assumed she was snubbed. But, she hadn't minded, since it meant she didn't have to worry about embarrassing herself. \n\nBut then, all the sudden, a simple invitation was made, and the pair found themselves at the Crane Embassy. How bizarre. \"Moshi-sama,\" Chiyoko said, \"Are you certain we should accept this invitation? It's so sudden, it could be some sort of trap or ruse.\"\n\n\"Could be,\" Mai replied, \"But fortune favors the bold. I won't let some child shame me by refusing his invitation. Besides, if he's got something up his sleeve, we'll just deal with it.\" \n\n\"...Deal with it?\"\n\n\"Oh, not like _that.\"_ Mai laughed, and readjusted the small wooden box in her hand. \"We'll just find a way to make us come out smelling like roses. Now, let us go.\" \n\nThe two would greet the nearest attending servant to notify Adohiro of their arrival. \n\n\|\|sorry for the delay" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro would soon hear word that the pair arrived. He'd tell the servant to go back and lead them in here. The setting was alls et ho and be felt like it was okay for the event. He did put up some decoration do Mae the place feel at home. Soon when they would enter he would wait quiet. \n\nLuckily Adohiro had not planned to not do anything bad or anything prankish. The young crane member would wait as he started to set up the plates in the nicest way possibly. He was no expert at playing this but he expected he didn't need to do anything fancy. He would go son playing the four and now he'd wait!" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Daidoji-sama. May I present Ambassador Moshi Mai and her yojimbo, Chiyoko-san.\" \n\nThe servant bowed deeply as the two entered the hall, and Mai and Chiyoko walked in to meet Adohiro. \n\n\"Daidoji Adohiro.\" Mai looked the young man over before giving a proper bow. \"I was wondering when you would reach out for this dinner. I had heard nothing from Doji Arami-san, and feared I was forgotten. Color me surprised when I received your missive.\" \n\n\"Likewise, thank you for your invitation,\" Chiyoko added, bowing. \"You honor this ronin with your invitation.\" \n\nMai presented her gift for Adorhiro, prepared for the customary refusal if it followed. The gift was a wooden box carved from polished and stained driftwood from the Isles of Spice and Silk, inlaid with some quotes from a quintessential reading on etiquette written by the Doji family of the Crane. It contained a small sample of varying exotic spices, some of which only the Mantis could provide. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro would hear the servant announced their presence. He thanked the servant and he'd then bow to Mai hearing her talk about Doji Arami. \"Oh apologies. I believe Arami-San is swamped with his official duties.\" He replied not sure where he was, he knew he was swamped with work. He heard Chiyoka bow too as he gives a small bow. \"Hello, good day.\" He gives a small happily. \"Are you both doing well?\" He asked as he greeted. He saw a box offered to him, he gives a shake of his head. This seems way too much.\" He said trying tor refuse it. He also had a gift for them, a feather from a peacock but he planned to gift it to them after dinner." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"We fare well, thank you,\" Mai said, pleasantly enough, \"And you seem to have your health as well. Good, good.\" Chiyōko was silent, but polite, letting Mai speak for the both of them. She had her mind on other things, anyways, and simply wanted to have this whole event over with. She was glad to get free food, but she wasn't into whatever politicking came of it. \n\n\"Oh, I must insist, it was no trouble to procure,\" Mai said in return. \"It's the least I can do for my outburst, Daidoji-san.\" She didn't mean a word of it, but games must be played, and proper etiquette must be shown." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would hear her say they were faring well. He gives a nod thanking her. \"Thanks and yes I've been faring well.\" He smiled softly as he gives a small dip of his head. He soon heard her say take it. Once they went back and forth he finally caved in. \"Thank you for the gift. I'll use it well.\" He gives a small smile happy with it. He nodded his head as he would then would tell the two they could eat. He also wasn't a fan of super formal dinners at all. He always found them a pain to do. He wished he didn't have to do it and all. He gives a polite smile. \"I hope the meal is to your liking. I made most of it besides the dumplings.\"" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "With the gift accepted, Moshi Mai and Chiyoko took a seat at the table, which had a variety of food upon it. Almost everything was handmade, which was very apparent. Lumpy rice balls, Yakitori on skewers, mishappen omelette with a rather questionable smile drawn upon them, \n\nChiyoko looked at the food offering, and while she was used to eating caught fowl and (once, in desperation) plump field mice, she could tell this was more an insult than anything. \"Daidoji-sama,\" She said, ready to scold on behalf of her master, this-\"\n\n\"-is absolutely precious!\" \n\nThe ronin looked up and over to Mai, who had a big grin on her face, practically beaming, much to the younger woman's surprise. \"This is so adorable! Hm, before my son became such a tough and surly young man, he and his sister would make me a feast just like this! Ah, I remember when they made me tuna cutlets fried so long it was as hard as charcoal... Oh, I miss those two so much...\" \n\n\"M-moshi-sama, this is obviously a-\"\n\n\"Oh, shush, Cyclops. A homemade effort is an effort of care.\" Mai bowed to Daidoji, genuinely for once. \"This is lovely, young Daidoji-san. I appreciate the time you put into it.\" \n\nChiyoko was confounded, but sighed and bowed as well. \"Yes... Thank you very much, Daidoji-sama.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He'd let the pair sit down as he also sat down. He would glance at the meal he made, obviously was not made by a chef, but it'd totally work. The omelette's smile was rather funky, it was harder squeezing the sauce and controlling how much came out. When he heard Chiyoki start to speak, he soon heard it was so absolutely precious. He smiled softly as he quickly thanked Moshi-San dipping his head. He soon what's a homemade effort was an effort of care as he gives a nod. \"Thank you Mai-San.\" He said. When he heard Chiyoka thank him he also gives thanks to her. \n\n\"Well we've put away the formalities, let's eat.\" He smiled softly. \"I tried to follow a recipe I remember so it shouldn't be too horrible. I did test it too.\" He said smiling softly." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"You should address the _Mantis Ambassador as Moshi-sama,\"_ Chiyoko corrected, \"Unless you-\"\n\n\"No, no, it's fine, Chiyoko, I don't mind.\" \n\nChiyoko almost stumbled over her own tongue at the flippant acceptance from her master, and went as far as to look at her with incredulity. \"Moshi-sama, he's not showing proper respect-\"\n\n\"And I said it's fine! The sweet boy's made us such a cute meal, how could I be worried about something like that?\" Mai took a portion of the omelette, and after ushering a prayer over the food, took the first bite, being the highest ranking individual at the table. She made a pleased sound as she ate it, and gave herself a bit more. \"Scrumptious, young Adorhiro-san. You know, if you focused more on cooking than playing _pranks,_ you'd be far more famous, I'd wager.\" \n\nNow she was even making _jokes?_ Chiyoko didn't speak, and only gave herself a humble bit of yakitori and some of the rice balls. The teriyaki sauce was terribly salty, and the balls fell apart just about when she squeezed with her chopsticks... But Mai seemed more than content. _'This woman's a brute... Unless some kid does anything cute, it seems.'_ The ronin couldn't comment; instead, she just removed a small flask from her sleeve to sip some airag to get the salty flavor out of her mouth and continue to eat. \n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro would hear the correction until he heard she was fine with being called San too. \"Oh okay, sorry.\" He filled bud head. He watched her quietly hearing he wasn't showing proper respect, he thought he was! He would hear her say he was sweet for making a cute meal as he gives a soft smile. When he watched her pray, he saw her start to eat his meal. He smiled when he heard her compliment about his cooking. \"Thank you, I like to learn to cook in my free time!\" He smiled. The teriyaki sauce would be salty and the rice balls had trouble holding their shape. He would begin to eat his yakitori that was a bit salty from the teriyaki sauce but personally he was a fan of some saltiness so it didn't seem to bother him. Adohiro would serve them apple juice he squeezed himself. \"Here's some apple juice I pressed. I added some sweetness to make it sweeter hopefully.\"" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Well, keep it up, young man,\" Mai cooed, \"You're already doing a great job for starting out.\" She ate happily enough, and Chiyoko (with reservations and still not sure of what to make of her master) followed suit, politely dining as well. \n\nApple juice was accepted, and enjoyed by both of them. It was tart, but not too tart, and it had a lovely aftertaste. Even the prickly Chiyoko approved, and took her time in sipping it instead of her airag. \n\n\"Tell me, Daidoji-san,\" Mai said, after finishing her last bite of omelette, \"How fair things in the Crane Embassy? Hopefully no bothers since the conference.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro would her tell him ti keep it up. He gives a nod as he would sip his apple juice. Even with the sugar it still was a little tart, but not super tart luckily. \"Oh things at the crane embassy? Hmm I'd say it sometimes gets chaotic there. It's always busy a lot of times. But overall, I think we're doing well. I don't know every thing going on there, I'm like the last one who's told of everything.\" He chuckled." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"I see, I see. Well, chaos breeds order, or so they say.\" Mai sipped her juice, none too worried about the lack of intel. More likely than not, Adohiro meant as he said, and was not aware of all things Crane. And that was fine, as Mai was getting what she wanted out of this thing after all. \n\n\"You should try to ingrain yourself in more duties, Daidoji-sama,\" Chiyōko commented. \"If I were of a Great Clan, I'd be at their disposal at a moment's notice. That way, I would be entrusted with our dealings and the like. Just... Food for thought.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro definitely didn't know every thing going on at the crane unless he was directly told by one of the higher ups or others around him. \"I'm not one that doesn't know too much about the gossip around the crane embassy.\" He said. When he heard her state to ingrain himself in more duties he gives a nod. \"I can do that. But I'm still treated like I need extra help cause of my age or I don't get told anything because of that.\" He said." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"When I was your age, I was betrothed and expecting my first child. \" Mai dined casually as she spoke, very nonchalant. \"My husband and I married young and got into all sorts of trouble soon after. Perhaps the Crane handle things differently, but once my Gempukku was complete I was put to work.\"\n\n\"Indeed, I was guarding Togashi monks when I was your age, Daidoji-sama,\" Chiyōko commented. \"I'm certain my first kill was maybe a week or so after I earned my blades.\"\n\n\"Chiyōko, no talk of such grisly things at dinner.\" Mai scoffed at the uncouthness of her yojimbo. \"Pardon the help; I pay her for her arms, not her mouth, as you can see.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Really? Married at that age?\" He gasped. He couldn't believe that at all. \"I guess children would be nice but I don't think I have the money for that really.\" He said. He shrugged unsure if cranes did handle it differently. \n\nWhen he heard the guarding part and even the killing, he chuckled when she was scolded. \"Hah.\" He said letting out a little laugh. He was surprised over it. \"I guess I just handle the other easy stuff.\" He said." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"It's much more common than you think, young Daidoji-san. Life is fleeting; it's better to go at it with the thought you won't be around very long, lest you squander your time thinking more will come later. \" She ate just a bit more, but found herself full and content. \"You seem to be concerned about money, by the by. You know a Samurai should not care for money all that much, but if you're concerned about it, perhaps you should look into starting a business. I have a few operations of my own, back home.\" \n\nEventually, with full bellies, Mai and Chiyoko finished the meal. \"I must say, Daidoji-san, this has been a wonderful surprise.\" Mai smiled, and gave a polite bow. \"Now, on the issue of the slight against me... I can consider it a thing of the past, never to be brought up again. All I ask is that you join me in prayer and meditation, here and now, as a sign of two Samurai (and a ronin) reaching understanding.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing life was fleeting. He didn't think of his life like that at all. He was for with his current life too. \"Oh money? I don't really much care about money, it's nice to have it though.\" He said. \"A business? Maybe a food business?\" He asked with a small smile. \n\nHe soon heard she would slide the issue but heard about the mediation. \"Sure.\" He said with a small smile. \"It sounds good.\" He gives a small smile." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Perhaps! I'd definitely buy your food if it was made this cutely!\" Mai chuckled, and Chiyoko managed to give a genuine smile. This was nice, a little peace after all that craziness was nice. \n\n\"Very well then. Let's begin.\" Mai recited a simple prayer for clarity and peace in these trying times, and initiated the three of them into quiet contemplation. It would be a bit over ten minutes, a rather standard time for one to connect to things and ignore the outside disturbances. All in all, it would be a nice way to put weight to the prayer (and let the food digest in their stomachs, of course). \n\nOnce completed, Mai clapped her hands once, and sighed. \"Well, that is that, then. Thank you again for dinner, Daidoji Adohrio-san. You're a young gentleman, for certain.\" Mai and Chiyoko bowed in thanks." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a small smile when he hears she'd big bud good. He gives a small smile. \"It'd definitely be popular maybe.\" He smiled softly. When he heard a horn the prayer he'd close his eyes. Soon the ten minutes felt very long. Once when I was over he'd hear the clap as he opened his eyes. \"Oh me? A young gentlemen.\" Hr said surprised. \"Oh thanks.\" He gives a small smile." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"You're very welcome,\" Mai replied, \"And consider any issue between us forgiven and forgotten, Daidoji Adohiro.\" The ambassador rose, as did Chiyoko, and once again they offered a bow. \"You really must come to our embassy sometime for tea,\" Mai offered, \"It would be nice to have a sweet young man around, hm!\" \n\nChiyoko smiled politely enough, though she wasn't too sure about all that. \"All the same, Daidoji-sama, thank you for the meal. Unless there is anything else, we will depart.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod as he heard he was forgiven and forgotten about the accidental pranking of the two way earlier. He soon heard her offer to the embassy as he gives a nod. \"I will visit sometime.\" He smiled softly. \"Well if you put it like that way, I'll definitely come more often.\" He promised. \n\n\"I dont have anything else Chiyoka-sama and Mai-San.\" He smiled softly." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Mai's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly when she was given the less proper honorific, but she didn't let herself get too angry. \"Very well, Daidoji-san,\" She said. \"Until we meet again.\" \n\nWith that, the pair left the Embassy, stepping back out to the Noble Quarter. \n\n\"That went better than I expected,\" Chiyoko commented. \"Moshi-sama, were you satisfied, truly? It seemed like a meal prepared by a child, not a Samurai.\" \n\n\"I actually am,\" Mai sighed, \"It wasn't perfect or near what I would've expected, but it was endearing. Besides, we got what we wanted.\"" } ]	155	4,106
269.083333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Lady Amaterasu was high in the sky, casting her brilliant light down upon the gently sloping banks of the koi pond within the Crane embassy. Surrounding the little feature, blossoming plants of all varieties spilled from every plant bed, and ornately sculpted shrubs hemmed in the area. Had it been anywhere else, such a show of wealth and artistry might have looked opulent, but the artisans of the Crane strove for balance in their work, making each line and sweep of the scenery intentional and meaningful. It was without a doubt more ornate than was necessary, but this was nothing to the children of Lady Doji.\n\nBeneath a pale blue awning, Doji Daiki knelt in seiza on a cloth of a darker sky blue, a couple of attendants buzzing around him and setting up a low table with an assortment of refreshments and a finely crafted tea pot that was very slightly steaming. When they had fussed about the arrangements as much as was prudent, Daiki bowed to them and gestured for them to fall back a little so as not to be in the way for the arrival of their guest.\n\nOn the outside, Daiki's On Was impenetrable, displaying the calm mask of the samurai caste. Inside, his insides were churning. This was to date his most noteworthy client. Yes, he had taken a commission for the new Akodo Taisa In the city, who had now taken on the role of leading the garrison, but his influence was largely military rather than political - though to a lion, what is the difference?\n\nStill, the Unicorn were allies, and there was no small amount of pressure to keep relations friendly. Thus far, Daiki had only managed half of his encounters with Unicorn in the city without causing personal insult of some sort, and he was very determined to make sure that balance did not turn against him further.\n\nHis snow white hair had been scrubbed of all ash from the forge, and it had even been freshly dyed white to hide the black roots that had begun to sneak up on him amidst his toils. His kimono, typically a more stormy blue to hide soot more effectively, was a very subtle pale blue, emblazoned with iconography of the Kakita - cranes with long feathers held in their beaks, brandishing them as though they held deadly blades in their mouths. He glanced out at the placid water, his stormy blue eyes following the lazy meanderings of the elegant butterfly-finned fish in the pond.\n\nIt is a fine day for important meetings.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The second visit to the Crane Embassy found Kazuko and her attendant in far higher spirits than the first. There was no small amount of trepidation that day she entered a meeting with Doji Masanari to discuss her plans in regards the Phoenix. Today, though, did not hold the future of her clan's relations with another. This was a personal request.\n\nShe was dressed formal but not official, as befitting a visit of such nature. The violets and gold of her kimono indicated clearly to who she owed her allegiance, yet it was not so stifling a style as one might wear to court.\n\nThe gardens were an ideal place to have this discussion. The peace and focus such a location provided complemented the matters she wished to discuss today. She approached the seated Crane, eyes taking in the koi as they swam lazily along the pond, before moved to direct her attention at him. She bowed curtly but respectfully. Her attendant bowed far deeper, of course. Kazuko began to sign as the attendant spoke. \"Greetings, Doji-san. I thank you for the opportunity to meet you today. The woman speaking is Fuyuko-san. She serves as my translator, as I am unable to speak clearly after attempts on my life. Any words conveyed by her are my words; please consider them with the same weight.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "The addition of a speaker complicated etiquette ever so slightly. Daiki, though a crane, and a Doji in name, was a Kakita through and through. His life revolved around the blade of the duel, not the fan of the courtroom. Still, he thought he saw the path forward.\n\nThe interpreter aught be acknowledged, but the conversation in its truest sense is merely between the ambassador and myself. She can hear me. Acknowledge the speaker and her introduction, but address my message to Lady Kazuko, not her.\n\nDaiki gave a bow to the ambassador not unlike the deeper bow the interpreter had given himself, while giving the interpreter a similar curt bow as he had received from the ambassador. They had made the pecking order abundantly clear, and he observed it, acknowledging the lady first as his better and the interpreter as a respected lesser.\n\n\"Welcome Utaku-sama, on behalf of both the Doji family and the Kakita's artisan and duelist schools,\" He said to Kazuko herself. \"I am Doji Daiki. I am pleased to see you in good health and I thank the fortunes that you have survived the attempt on your life.\" Dipping his white-dyed head out of respect, he then turned to the other woman. *\"It is a pleasure, Fuyoko-san. I shall rely on your assistance in our dealings. Arigatou gozaimasu.\"* Once again, he bowed a brief but appropriate bow before returning his eyes to his most esteemed guest. \"I would invite both of you to take a seat,\" He gestured with a long-sleeved arm towards the table, proffering the seat opposite the cushion where he had been seated a moment before to his guest so they may face each other and a spot between them on the low table to the interpreter so that she may be nearby to allow ease of communication. \"We have much to discuss. But firstly, tell me how the Unicorn fare in the city of late. It has been some time since I heard a proper update.\" He offered a hand to the ambassador should she need it to steady herself while sitting.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"My thanks, Doji-san.\" Kazuko politely refused the offered hand as she seated herself. She didn't appear that old, did she? \"It is most agreeable to return to the Embassy of your Clan. Allies should not be strangers, after all.\"\n\nIn fact it did seem that even though the two clans had an alliance, they seemed farther apart than they should have been. Hopefully this, as well as the working relationship with Masanari, would strengthen that. Starting with sharing information. Unlike that annoying Kakita she met nearer her first arrival to the city, she did not hide things from her allies. \"We fare well. Unlike the Scorpion, who floundered in the face of the winter's events, we took action to smooth over the problems my predecessor caused. It has been quite productive.\"\n\nAlways the dutiful servant, Fuyuko took the moment of her lady's pause to serve the two samurai the tea that was provided. Kazuko nodded her thanks before taking a small sip. \"This is quite pleasant, Doji-san. Regrettably, however, efforts to ease tensions with the Phoenix are now impossible. I shall spare the unpleasant details for an official report between allies which will arrive in due time, but they have shown themselves no friend of peace.\n\n\"And what of the Crane? How have your efforts within this city found themselves?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"You will forgive me, I hope, on two counts, Utaku-sama,\" Daiki responded turning his cup and taking a small sip to enrich the conversation. \"I am still a relatively new arrival to the city, and although I have heard passing reference to the business regarding the Scorpion, it was from a scorpion, and as such I have taken it with several measures of salt.\" As he spoke, he absentmindedly tilted his tea cup, allowing the pale liquid to ride along the side of its container. \"And secondly, though I can share that the Crane have been busy preparing for the festival, the full details are, regrettably, beyond the scope of my observations. I personally am a man very singular in his focus, and if it does not concern the duelist academy or the forge, I only catch the crumbs that fall nearby rather than feasting on the gossip directly.\"\n\nThis was not entirely untrue, but Daiki was not the best judge of what information was his to share, even to an ally. Still, he felt that one piece of information was safe enough to volunteer. \"Incidentally, the time I have spent among the other duelists has told me that the academy will be integrally involved in our festival plans.\" It was hardly difficult to guess that the Crane fancied themselves the best duelists, and therefore would be eager to create opportunities to show off a little during times of celebration.\n\nLetting out a sigh, the young man shrugged as he switched to address the other news.\"I am sorry to hear of your troubles with the Phoenix. It is troubling that the clan most noteworthy for their pacifism is not seeking peace in their dealings.\" At the corners of his mouth, his lips twisted into a crooked smile of sympathy. \"Has there yet been violence, or is the trouble yet brewing on the horizon?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"The storm is subsiding, but the damage is done.\" Icy calm covered the undercurrents of that statement. It would not do to air personal grievances here. She quickly attempted to move the subject onto better matters. The festival seemed an excellent focal point. \"I would expect nothing less than a chance than your prestigious academy to spearhead a festival event.\n\n\"We had first thought to sponsor a horsemanship or archery contest, but felt those might be considered a bit too weighted in our favor.\" This was no sleight to a dueling competition; simply because the Kakita were the foremost artisans of Iaijutsu did not mean it was unfair against the other clans. Riding and shooting would be far more restrictive and could have been considered stacking the odds in their favor. \"Instead we have opted for a contest of the finer arts, to allow for a wider array of contestants to join.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"Indeed,\" Daiki agreed. \"I am often in awe of the feats that your Battle Maidens can perform while at a full gallop. Asking others to emulate would be a little like the Crab asking others to compete at wall building. I'm sure many could make an attempt, but when you and only you are skilled at a task, asking others to try to best you at it does smack of being disingenuous.\" He took another slow sip of his tea as he thought over her words on the Kakita. \"I agree that my kinsmen are most lauded for their dueling, but I do not know if I would put money on them so quickly. There are some very skilled duelists from other clans - and some from no clan at all -whom I have no shame in admitting could easily best me. I am skilled at my practices, but I am not Kakita himself.\" An image came to mind of a one-eyed woman wielding two bokkens. He spoke again. \"And despite their philosophical differences, even he gave deference to Mirumoto.\"\n\nAt the mention of artistry being a means of competing, Daiki leaned forward a little. \"That sounds most intriguing! I am very curious for that announcement when it is the proper time to make it! Smithing may be my primary medium, but I am interested in art of all varieties and am eager to learn more!\" \n\nIt was becoming more and more difficult for the swordsmith to avoid fidgeting. He was more Kakita than he was Doji, after all, and although he knew the importance of following etiquette by taking time on the small talk and the exchanging of pleasantries, he was used to activity. Admittedly, it was a nice conversation, and it was one that he was enjoying, but Daiki was having to rely more and more on his meditative breathing to avoid shifting his weight too much or letting his hands play with his cup.\n\nBe as the void... Still... Silent... Empty of thought... We shall get to the matter at hand. To rush an esteemed guest would not do.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Well then I will be sure you are made aware of the tournament the moment it is offered, if not perhaps a little before as our allies should be.\" His enthusiasm for the contest was encouraging. Kazuko hoped that others would share it, especially when the prizes were announced. The legendary Ide generosity would be in full display, and a taste of the authority her status bore her was at play as well.\n\n\"However, the artistry I wish to speak of you with today is of the sort you excel. I am certain you have discerned as much.\" Enough idle conversation had been had in Kazuko's mind. It was time to move on to the nature of her visit. \"You are a bladesmith; I wish to discuss the commission of a blade. \n\n\"My current blade is at present unusable due to unfortunate matters I shall not discuss, but I have brought it with me for you to examine if you so wish.\" She gestured to her scimitar placed peacefully at her right side, should he express interest she would offer it to him to inspect. \"Just be careful not to touch the steel itself.\"\n\nShould Daiki examine the sword, it would appear in sound condition. The blade carried the well known far more pronounced curve and distinctive hilt of the blade the Unicorn held with as much reverence as the katana. The way that Kazuko spoke of it, both the guarded nature and the strict disallowance of performing more than a cursory inspection of the blade itself, indicated that some other reason kept the weapon from being used.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"Nothing would please me more,\" Daiki said, sliding his cup to the side to make room for the blade on the table between them. \"By all means, I should be happy to take a look.\n\n\"Now you say not to touch the steel...\" He said, careful not to pry deeper into a matter that she clearly wished to be kept discrete. However, details of such a commission were key. He took out a handkerchief from inside of his sleeve, holding it at the ready should he need to turn the blade over or turn it in place. \"Will I be reforging your current blade to working order, or are you wishing a wholly new sword with similar properties? It would be difficult to reforge and detail without touching it directly, but it can be done if that is needed.\"\n\nThe fact it was a scimitar was not lost on him. Indeed, when Temujin had come to him requesting a tanto, he had needed to balance the style with the mismatched pair of his scimitar and wakizashi. \"Please,\" He went on. \"Tell me everything about how you plan to use the blade and what role it is to serve for you personally. The sword must fit the wielder, after all, not vice versa.\"\n\nEven before the weapon was presented to him, a gleam was shining in the depths of his eyes that had not been present moments before. Such enthusiasm was a glimpse behind his On, Though his other features had not betrayed him quite so clearly.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"This blade has been readied for one final purpose to fulfill, after which it shall be destroyed. Because of the nature of preparation I am unable to wield it in other situations.\" Kazuko dearly hoped matters would not come to that. Surely it could still be resolved without bloodshed. There was still time to bring the errant souls back.\n\n\"I trust your skill, Doji-san. However,\" She continued, noting the keen interest he began to display now that business was at hand, \"My position requires that the craftsmanship be nothing short of the best. Today, I would ask for a set of blades crafted for a samurai under my command. I am certain once I see the artwork produced I will be convinced fully to commission a sword worthy of the Unicorn Ambassador and heir to the Utaku family daimyo.\"\n\nShe hoped her words would not offend the Crane smith. It was not a question of ability, but a test borne of necessity. She knew not if Daiki had ever been commissioned for such a high status blade. She could not bestow that honor on someone she only just met, regardless of their reputation." }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "It was no sleight to Daiki's ego. He was yet new to the city, and few samurai in Ryoko Owari Toshi yet held his weapons. However, he did know of one individual whose weapons would stand as a shining example of his craftsmanship.\n\n\"If you would permit me then,\" He said, raising his hand to summon a heimin attendant. \"I do not know if you know the name Akodo Katsuhiro? He is a very recent arrival to the city, albeit a very noteworthy one,\" He went on, though pausing momentarily to hiss instructions to the heimin man who bowed and rushed off to the embassy. \"I recently completed his commission for a full 3-piece set of blades - katana, wakizashi, and tanto. The latter two were simple repairs to the blade, but the trimmings and trappings were completely new, and the katana was reforged completely from the old.\"\n\nBy the time he had finished his thought and taken a small sip of tea, the attendant was already bustling back to the gathering with pressed rice paper, ink, a brush, and sealing wax. \"Shall I send a runner to see if he is willing to part with the blades for an hour or so? If we are very fortunate, he may even choose to join us himself, though he his a busy man. I would not presume to insist upon his presence without any notice.\" He sat with a fine-tipped brush in hand, prepared to pen the missive.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "At the mention of Katsuhiro, Kazuko stiffened. It seemed the city attracted all manner of Lion taisa within its walls. This was very interesting indeed. \"Yes, I know Akodo-san.\"\n\nThough last time I Would have called Him -sama.\n\n\"If you have examples of your craftsmanship, I am agreeable to view them, Dojo-san. Please, feel free to see if he is available. It would be interesting to see what he has done in the years since the war.\" She gestured dismissively so as to show her agreement to send the servant off. \"Now, what shall we do as we wait? I apologize that I do not find myself the most gregarious of conversational partners.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Once again, Daiki's knowledge of social cues was failing him. He could sense the air of tension, but other than the fact it had something to do with the taisa, he was at a loss. Had he erred in bringing up the lion? Was the suggestion enough to sour the deal? This would not be the first time he had put his foot in his mouth during important negotiations.\n\nThe Crane and Unicorn are allies. I have to trust in that bond and make the best judgments I can. Whatever is happening is not obvious enough for me to read clearly, but second-guessing could do just as much harm if I do not know the correct path to take.\n\nNodding, he brushed a quick message to \n\n\|\|Honorable Akodo-sama,\n\nA unicorn by the name of Utaku Kazuko is considering a commission. She wished to see some work I have done for high profile clients, and your weapons are the very best example possible. I am asking too much, I know, but it is a time-sensitive matter. Would you be so gracious as to send your swords with a trusted emissary for the afternoon? They would be returned with nary a scratch, and I would be more than happy to sharpen and service them at no charge to your office as a thank you.\n\nDeepest apologies and my most sincere thanks,\n\nDoji Daiki\|\|\n\n\n\nHe withheld a shudder as he brushed ink onto his chop and stamped it at the bottom of the page. He then handed it off to the attendant to seal once the ink had dried.\n\n\"I cannot pretend to be much good at Go,\" He said to the ambassador apologetically. \"I have a little more practice at Sadane, but if you are not feeling conversational, I am more than happy to sacrifice my pride to the pitched battle of black and white stones, if trouncing me would amuse you.\" He gave her a playful little smile before glancing out over the koi pond.\n\nI feel as though I have stepped onto unstable ground...\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Well I think we will find ourselves evenly matched at Go. I have never been the best at it myself; shogi is my preferred game. Let us stumble about the battlefield of black and white together, then.\" Kazuko offered a brief and faint smile of reassurance. The smith seemed slightly on edge, perhaps he was worried the games would be one-sided and less than enjoyable. There was no need for concern, though. Go could keep them busy until Akodo-san arrived, and then she could see exactly how well his blades were made, and perhaps learn precisely what brought the taisa to the city.\n\nThe day started simply, but has suddenly become much more than an artisan's commission. This will prove an interesting encounter indeed.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"Then Go will do nicely,\" He said, raising a hand. The second of the attendants bowed and produced a Go board, setting it down between the two samurai and opening it to produce silk pouches with the different colored stones within. Taking a bowl and one of the bags of stones, Daiki slid them across the table towards the unicorn and her entourage. \"Since I suggested the game, I shall allow you the opportunity of playing black. Whenever you are ready, Utaku-sama.\"\n\nWith the letter on its way, the matter of whether the invitation had been a mistake was no longer in front of Daiki to worry about, and his demeanor relaxed considerably. He set his own bowl beside his bag and took out a handful of white stones. By now, the attendant had settled the board in its proper state between them, and Daiki gestured with an open palm. \"May the best player win.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "Akodo had just finished opening a letter from Utaku Masanori, when a crane runner was let into his office slightly out of breath still. He came forward and presented the letter to Akodo with an exceptionally courtly bow, and then waiting for Akodo to finish reading the letter. Once done, Akodo folded it up and raised his brown eyes to the messenger. Utaku-Kazuko. He had read the name on the documents prepared from him by the embassy staff so that he might become acquainted with who all the important ambassadors were in the city, but now was his chance to actually meet her.\n\nIt has been many years now, Utaku-san. I wonder how different we have both become over the last long years\n\n\"You may run ahead and tell them I will be coming myself.\" Akodo rose as soon as the messenger had left, and began to prepare his things." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Go was considered the game of the quintessential battlefield mastermind. It was no wonder that Kazuko was not skilled at the game. Yet another failure of hers. Still, she could apply some of her knowledge of combat to the game. The pieces were placed, one by one, and the board began to take shape.\n\nThe initial push of white stones was intense and masterful, surging forward in a veritable barrage of unrelenting pressure. Kazuko did not panic. She had faced lines of screaming Deathseekers before; that was true terror. As soon as the first opportunity to capitalize on failing momentum was found she swung into gear, pushing a fast and aggressive back. The pendulum swung clearly in her favor.\n\nIt would only be a matter of time before the Battle Maiden secured the win and yet her annoyance grew. The progress had ground to a crawl, and as the final stones were placed, while the victory was firmly in the hands of Kazuko it was not decisive. A large portion of the board remained in the Crane's control, though still the minority. Not satisfying, though most likely they both felt the same way.\n\nSo engrossed was she in the game that she hadn't realized m the servant already returned at some point during their match. \"Well played, Doji-san. You proved a worthy opponent. Thank you for humoring me.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "By the end of the game, Daiki's forehead was sore of furrowing. He knew a little bit of openings, but his execution was lacking, and it was more than once that an area where he had maintained a dominant presence was suddenly and irrevocably flipped against him into black territory.\n\nBy the end, even with the handicap points from Komi, Daiki was well below. Even possible contested areas on the board, Daiki stood to lose more than he could gain. \"Indeed. A clear and decisive victory. I am defeated.\" He bowed politely to his opponent. \"Well done, Utaku-sama. Thank you for the game.\"\n\nBy this point, the runner had regained his breath and as Daiki turned to address him, he bowed and stepped forward, whispering into the crane's ear. After a moment, Daiki raised his eyebrows before nodding to the heimin. \"Then we shall need another seat and more to drink,\" He said, turning to the unicorn. \"Would you find something a little stiffer agreeable? I'm sure Akodo-sama would be appreciative of whatever he is offered, but I believe he is partial to a nice sake. It seems he will be joining us shortly.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "Akodo did his best Not To hurry. This was an unanticipated interruption to his schedule for the day, but at the same time he was excited to see an old adversary. From what he remembered of Utaku Kazuko, she had been a spirited warrior and an inspired commander. It seemed obvious now, the value of cavalry, but while any Unicorn commander worth their saddle knew how to use cavalry effectively, she had known how to always surprise him with new and unexpected formations or uses. He had learned a lot from her in those early years.\n\nAs he arrived at the entrance he had used before, he let the Ashigaru know that Doji Daiki was expecting him.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Sake would be most agreeable, Doji-san.\" It would be an interesting meeting with the Lion. They had not met face to face, but the name of the captain during the early conflicts of the war was one she would not quickly forget. Shortly thereafter her unit was transferred to a different front, but she kept apprised of how her old one fared. Badly, it seemed. Perhaps had she been left there it would have been a different story. There was always more room on Wakumi's barding. Now all that remained was to wait for the Akodo's arrival.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "The footsoldier bowed as he received Katsuhiro. As he did so, he did a double-take, bowing a second time even deeper than before. \"Of course, honorable Akodo-sama!\" From his deep bow, he made side-eyes at a nearby attendant who bowed as well and quickly scurried off into the embassy.\n\nMoments later, as Daiki was cleaning up the go board, the attendant, a younger woman, bowed and hurriedly approached the party by the pond. \"The Akodo has arrived and is being escorted.\" Daiki nodded his acknowledgements and she hurried back to her post by the front. By now, the tea cups had been whisked away and were just being replaced by smaller cups for sake.\n\nAt the entrance, the ashugaru spoke again. \"If you would follow me. Drinks are just being served by the koi pond.\" He led the way, careful to mind his eye line and keep his posture at attention. The middle-aged man had not been a soldier for long, but he knew the look of a seasoned veteran when he saw one. He was so focused on remembering his drilling that he did not see the stone in his path and stumbled before the taisa. Recovering, he resumed his march, but even from behind, the edges of his ears looked bright red.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "Akodo tried to keep a smug smile to himself that he had made the Ashigaru nervous enough that they tripped. Knowing the Crane, if anyone had seen that he would never live it down, but Akodo remembered being nervous when a commanding officer came to visit, and Katsuhiro was probably the first Lion Taisa the man had ever met, let alone escorted through the embassy. So instead Akodo kept his face an impassive mask, and ignored the nervousness of his guard.\n\nAs they came into the koi pond, this time during the day, Katsuhiro admired the beauty of the gardens. It was not what he would do with the Lion embassy, but the Crane had their own unique sytle. This was a garden meant to sit in, and enjoy being surrounded by the beauty, or perhaps take tea in with important visitors. It was a painting of landscaping, but it was so manicured it lacked some of the wildness of nature. It was truly beautiful, but Akodo was going for something more natural.\n\nAs he approached the two, Akodo bowed first to his host, Doji Daiki, then to his fellow guest, showing them both great respect.\n\n\"Doji-San, thank you for once again having me as a guest here. Utaku Kazuko-sama, I am Akodo Katsuhiro. It is a great honor to meet you face to face after all these years, and now as Ambassador to the city.\"" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The Lion finally arrived. Kazuko observed his arrival with great interest. It was difficult to tell if his greeting was meant to be genuine or insulting. Surely he was aware of how dire a situation it must be to place a soldier on the field of the courts, and how undesirable such a position would be to a warrior. Then again? Perhaps the career soldier had simply never considered it. The Unicorn taisa bowed curtly but respectfully to the newcomer.\n\n\"Akodo-san, it is agreeable to officially make your acquaintance. The woman speaking is Fuyuko-san. She serves as my translator, as I am unable to speak clearly after attempts on my life. Any words conveyed by her are my words; please consider them with the same weight.\" She signed through the opening words with rote precision as her servant translated. \"We did meet once before from afar, years ago. The river spilled over its banks the eve before battle, blocked our forces for a fortnight. I saw you on the other bank. My troops and I were moved to a different front later that week. I heard the battle did not go well for us.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "As soon as the two ranking samurai were face to face, Daiki understood the undefinable tension he had sensed in the air when Katsuhiro's name had been mentioned. He also understood why the lion had come down himself. Taking a slow breath, he smiled and spoke.\n\n\"Akodo-sama, thank you for taking the time on such short notice to make an appearance,\" He bowed, his torso parallel with the ground out of respect. \"It is a most pleasant and welcome surprise.\" Having given the appropriate amount of time, he rose once again. \"I hope that you will forgive such a presumptuous request. The esteemed Utaku-sama had asked to see my work for an important matter, and I could think of no work I would rather have speak for me than the weapons you wear at your hip.\" Another brief bow, this time of apology.\n\n\"I was not aware of your history. I hope that I have not erred in reaching out to you. I consider both of you to be respectful samurai, and do not wish offense to either of you.\"\n\nIt was a very slight twist of language to choose the word 'respectful' rather than 'respectable.' While it would be easy enough to assume that he had simply misspoken, it was in fact a slightly coded message.\n\nYou are both my guests. Please do not make me regret receiving you.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "\"Kami Akodo and Bushido teach us to have respect for our enemy. I have won and lost many battles, including with the Unicorn, the Crane, The Scorpion, the Dragon, and the Phoenix. If I did not respect my enemies I would have no friends.\"\n\nThough Akodo didn't laugh, his eyes twinkled.\n\n\"I do remember the river, and it must have been the ancestors looking out for me. Had it been you I fought afterwards you would not have made the same mistakes, and even were I to hold the line against you, I would not have had the men for the next fight. If my own cavalry has been successful it is because you taught me how to use them so effectively.\"\n\nAkodo turned to face Doji once more.\n\n\"I knew when I saw your skill that this was likely to happen, I am just pleased that the first was an old acquaintance.\" He bowed slightly again this time to Doji and held out in both his hands the Katana wrapped in a beautiful yellow brocade. The wakazashi still at his hip.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Indeed Akodo-san. We were both ready to slay each other once before, now we are not. It is as simple as that. An oddity of war that those who have not seen it may not fully understand.\" Kazuko waved a hand to dismiss any concerns in the Doji's mind. If anything she was more surprised that Katsuhiro was willing to work so closely alongside a Crane, though that was a question for another time.\n\nAt this point she would follow to katana as it transferred hands, waiting intently to see the quality of craftsmanship that would be displayed. While no artisan herself, a warrior still knew what a quality weapon looked like. If the tsuba and sheath were anything to go by, it would be a beautiful sword indeed.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "It was all over Daiki's head. Being surrounded by haughty crane that lived to fan the flames of their grudges, the idea of two warriors could so readily put their pasts aside was hard to grasp, but they were being civil, which was more than enough for now.\n\nReaching out with both hands, he accepted the blade, bowing his head as he received it. \"Many thanks, Akodo-sama,\" He replied, not lifting his head. \"I am grateful you have cared for my work so well.\" Turning to Kazuko, he lowered his head once again, offering the blade with both hands. \"An example of my work, as requested, Utaku-sama. Thank you for your patience in acquiring it,\" He said simply. It was perhaps a little un-crane-like to leave out the trimmings and trappings of flowery words, but it seemed far more important that the work speak for itself.\n\nIn the midday sun, the particles of metallic brilliance in the paint glinted brightly, adding highlight to the warm earth-brown and amber-honey tones that gave the saya its tiger's eye appearance. On the upward-facing flank of the sheath, a pride of lions sat lazily in the golden dry grass of their domain, docile yet powerful. It had been inspired by Katsuhiro's demeanor in their first meeting where Daiki's work had been commissioned. On the other side, Daiki knew the image was different - a pouncing lion, claws and teeth bared. Perhaps this was the Katsuhiro that Kazuko had known in another life.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "Akodo settled himself into a seating position so not to be between the two, and accepts the drink offered to him. Sake, clean and cool. It didn't need to be heated to hide that the grain wasn't polished. Nothing less to be expected from the Crane embassy, especially considering who Doji's guests were. He watched to see what Kazuko would think of Doji's design. He knew that some might think it flamboyant, but the Crane knew courts and aesthetics far more than than the taciturn Lion. The castles where Akodo had spent more of his days were light on any decoration that wasn't praise of their ancestors or keepsakes of victory, not that he would have it any other way. But here and at winter court, the game was more complicated. Certain things were expected of people and their positions, and not wearing the right armaments in the battles of court could be just as devastating to not wearing armor to battle. It might not be the greatest sword a Crane or even a Lion was capable of forging, but it was a better weapon than he had, and it elevated both himself and his clan for a variety of reasons.\n\nStill, by what measure would Kazuko value the weapons? Appearance? Strength and sharpness of the blade? Or did she want something more subtle?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The sword was beautiful. Elegant, emblazoned with style and and panache, designed to catch the eye of any who took note of them. Absolutely the opposite of what a soldier would look for in a weapon of war. But, as Kazuko constantly had to remind herself, she was no longer in the fields of battle. This was precisely the sort of ornamental yet still deadly blade a martially-leaning courtier would wear.\n\nHer gaze flitted between appreciation for the artistry and annoyance at her position requiring it. In the end it settled on a smile of approval. \"The craftsmanship is beautiful, Doji-san. Akodo-san, you are fortunate to have a blade so expertly crafted. The quality will more than suffice. Thank you both for going out of your way to humor my somewhat exacting standards.\"\n\nShe returned her focus to the smith. \"My first commission for you, as mentioned, is for a member under my care. I am afraid in the time before my arrival in the city they were not afforded the honor and respect they deserved as faithful warriors. With recent plans on our martial fronts they will be able to distinguish themselves with bladework, I wish to provide them with a set of swords that show my deep gratitude to their many labors for the clan while also remaining functional.\n\n\"After this is completed and I remain impressed with your work—as I have no doubt I shall—we can discuss a daisho befitting an Ambassador.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "The dance of praise and polite refusal was one that Daiki had never much had a firm grasp of.\n\nHow to disagree with someone of higher status without insulting them... Sounds like walking down the blade of a sword.\n\nStill, he played his part as best he could. \"You are too kind, Kazuko-sama.\" It was neutral enough without contradicting any particular point nor requiring him to conjure up reasons why she was wrong. \"And I am not bothered that you wished to see my work first. I am relatively unknown in the city, so taking it on faith that I was capable of a high-profile commission would not be wise. I take no insult.\"\n\nTaking the blade back with both hands, he returned it in the same manner to Katsuhiro. \"Thank you again, Akodo-sama. Would you like the blade serviced while you are here?\"\n\nThe mention of a second commission was unexpected. He hesitated slightly before inclining his head. \"I had not realized that there might be a second work requested, but I am always happy to help an ally,\" He said, bowing his head at the honor that was being extended to him.\n\nThe more who see my work, the more opportunities to ply my trade...\n\nMotioning to one of the attendants, he motioned in the air as though writing, and the man nodded, producing and handing to Daiki a brush, paper, and ink. Dipping the tip of his brush into the ink, he paused over the paper.\n\n\"So, you said the weapons are to be worn by the warrior,\" He said, raising his eyes to look at her own. \"Will the scimitar be this warrior's primary weapon? Will it be used primarily on foot or on horseback?\" He had a dozen more questions, but it would not be proper to overwhelm her with them all at once.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "Akodo held the saucer of sake up to his face to cover an amused smile when Doji got out his paper and brush. He was quite quick on the mark, though Katsuhiro found his enthusiasm charming, the fire in the artist was something he felt kindred to a warriors spark. He may not be a soldier but he battled with swords none the less.\n\n\"I appreciate the offer Doji-san, but as my use of the blade is much more infrequent here in the city, it does not require more than I am capable of yet and the blade is of such good quality that I have not noticed any issue with it's sharpness even after the many tatami I have cut. Rest assured I shall take you up on the offer when it is needed.\"\n\nSettling the blade back into his obi, he bowed to the two.\n\n\"I do not wish to intrude on Utaku-sama's business so I shall excuse myself. However, Ambassador-sama, should you ever desire company for a ride, or a friendly game of shogi, I would be honored if you would consider my company.\"\n\nHe bowed deeply once again, allowing for either his dismissal or further questions.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Perhaps I will take you up on that sometime, Akodo-san. Free time is regrettably a scarcity in my current line of work; taking time out of this relentless schedule is more challenging than one may believe at first.\" She bowed as the Lion made his exit, then proceeded with Daiki' as line of questioning. \"A scimitar, yes. While one made to fight on horseback would be standard, it would be less than useful for a samurai stationed within the city. One made to be used on foot would be preferred.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "At Katsuhiro's exit, Daiki set down his brush and stood to return the gesture, careful to note the degree of his incline and lower his own face further in deference to the lion's higher position. \"Fortunes be with you, Akodo-sama. I am hardly skilled at shogi, but if it is an excuse to visit, do not hesitate to come and teach me a thing or two.\"\n\nWhen it was once again down to Crane and Unicorn, he took up his original position across from the ambassador. \"I was not aware of the history between you two,\" He said apologetically. \"I hope that talk of past wars has not soured your appetite for the task at hand.\"\n\nSpeaking of the task at hand, Daiki was behind on his note taking, swishing his newly recovered brush across the paper to note the intent for the blade to be used primarily on foot. \"May I ask, since the recipient will be primarily in the city, is their garb typically military? Do you know if they primarily wear clan colors, or if they have a more unique flair to their preferred mode of dress?\"\n\nIt was a mundane question, and one that would likely seem a waste of time to most, but having seen the artistry of his work, he hoped Kazuko would understand.\n\nThe sword must fit the samurai, not the other way around.\n\nIt was his perpetual mantra, and one he lived by.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Do not worry, Doji-san. The history Akodo-san and I share is one on the battlefield. I have nothing but respect for fellow soldiers. We all do our duty to our Clan and Champion.\" The bushi could hardly be faulted for a war started by courtiers. While the battles had often been brutal and not all honorable, that was true on both sides. It would not do to hold some other soldier accountable for the very same actions she would have taken in their place.\n\nAs the Crane's line of questioning continued, Kazuko began to understand the reasoning behind it. While she was no artisan herself, Makoto had asked similar questions many a time when commissioning woodwork for his various patrons. Making a piece that was sufficient was not enough, it had to match the tastes of the owner perfectly. \"Should all go well this year, their work will stay primarily within the city, and they proudly display the colors of our clan when on duty.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "The last half of that sentence gave him pause.\n\nWhen on duty... Though perhaps not when not on duty? ...Some neutral metalwork so as to allow more options to accessorize. Yellow and redder metals are more ornamental, but harder to match.\n\nMore marks, and more notes, along with a few quick attempts at line work and patterns. A design was beginning to take shape in his mind, but he did not want to make it too concrete yet. The meeting was not yet over and to decide on a design before the commission was fully laid out would not do.\n\n\"And are there any other specifications in mind, Utaku-sama?\" He said, placing his brush down form a little while so as to give the esteemed guest the attention she was due. \"I know that it can be difficult to convey in words, but if there is a motif or a message you wish to be included in the sword's design or within its nature, I would ask you do your best to share that with me now.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"A message . . . That of appreciation and value to how they enrich our clan and people with their presence.\" Kazuko was not known as the sentimental sort, but it could not be said she was anything but supremely loyal to the men and women under her care. She was not afraid to show that care and respect however she saw fit. \"I have the more technical specifications written down.\"\n\nAfter giving Daiki a parchment with details of length and other minutiae, she believed all matters were completed on her end of the negotiation. However, to ask with nothing to offer would make her a poor client indeed. \"I thank you for honing your craft with such a blade for us. Of course, it would only be fair that such an endeavor be met by aid of our own. How may the Children of Shinjo aid you, Doji-san?\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	273	9,687
111.107143	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kakita Kiyoko squared her shoulders as she approached the Crane embassy. She was thankful that Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto had made sure she did not get lost on the way, but just as thankful to be at the end of her journey (her Ryoko Owari—Journey's End—as she told herself, secretly pleased with the play on words). \n\n\"State your business with the Crane Clan.\" An ashigaru challenged her as she approached, if only for formality's sake. A fairly attractive woman of porcelain complexion and an athletic figure, with a distinctive beauty mark to the right of her chin, Kiyoko wore a new, well-made kimono and haori in shades of blue, which marked her as a Crane herself, even beyond the chin-length layered bob of platinum hair she sported.\n\n\"Kakita Kiyoko, reporting for assignment,\" She replied. The ashigaru offered a bow with military precision, and motioned to a compatriot nearby to open the gate.\n\n\"We have been expecting you, Kakita-san. Someone will meet you at the main house,\" The man replied, motioning for her to enter. The Kakita samurai-ko offered a shallow bow of her own, as befitting her station relative to his, and stepped inside. A short walk up the path, and she paused before the sliding doors leading to the main house.\nThe door slid open with a soft hiss, and Kiyoko stepped inside, calling to any who may have been near the entrance, \"Pardon the intrusion.\"\n\nShe removed her zori sandals and set them aside, and stepped up into the room proper. No one greeted her as she entered, so she took a look around at the wall scrolls and displays with which the room had been decorated. Someone would find her soon enough, but there was no rush.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro was assigned to meet with someone. He was surprised he was picked to meet up with them. When he saw the name, he had not recognized who it was. While he definitely knew a lots, there still were some people he still didn't recognize. Giving a small smile he would soon hear a ashigaru report the crane just arrived. He would thank the ashigaru and he made his way down the halls. He had no idea when the crane was arriving so he was in one of the the rooms in the far back. He began to make his way down and he soon discovered the pale crane. \"Hello, Kakita-san .\" The white haired crane greeted almost forgetting her surname. He was just told about this last night. He saw she was just looking around at the displayed scrolls and stuff. \"Those scrolls are interesting. I think some copies of them are in the library.\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko turned at Adohiro's approach. In an instant, she had sized him up—nearly a foot shorter than her; small and unassuming; white hair similar to her own, but eyes even more devoid of color than her own blue ones. He did not look like much of a bushi, if he was one at all. He seemed hardly more than a child. The Kakita samurai-ko turned her gaze to look at the wall scroll he pointed out. Her only comment on the wall scroll, which bore calligraphy of the Bushido virtue 'Courtesy' (Rei), was a nonverbal noise, neutral in its critique of the artist's sensibilities. \"Mmn.\"\n\nShe turned back to the boy and said, by way of introduction, \"I assume you are the reception party. I am Kakita Kiyoko. And you are...?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro definitely did not like a typical reception party at all. He noticed the crane had white hair too, similar to his. He gives a small smile as he greeted her. When he heard her introduction, he'd state his name. \"I am Daidoji Adohiro.\" He smiled with a bow. \"Alright so, should I take you to the tea room?\" He asked. It would be better than standing here definitely. Adohiro personally disliked formal meetings, he much preferred informal meetings but formal wasn't too bad." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Is that where I am to sleep?\" Kiyoko asked drily. She had been assigned to the embassy here, so she could only assume that they were providing Some Form of living arrangement. A futon in a tea house out back wouldn't entirely faze her, but she couldn't imagine the Crane Ambassador would have thought quite so lowly of a daughter of House Kakita. On the other hand, one usually was shown around after arriving. Surely the tea house was merely the first stop.\n\n\"Hm. Alright. Is that part of the tour of the grounds?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod. \"I thought I'd show you around the embassy for a small tour before we take you to your private room that includes a private garden too.\" He spoke. \"Unless you would like to rest first.\" He said. He didn't mind letting her rest first. He wouldn't mind waiting at all even thought he rather get the tour over with." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "A private garden? That was a far cry from the accommodations the Kakita samurai-ko had experienced for the past six years of her Musha shugyo, her warrior-pilgrimage. She nodded to Adohiro. \"The tour is fine. I am not tired, nor do I have many belongings to lay aside.\" In fact, all she had brought with her were her Daisho, the kimono and haori she wore, and an Inro Belt pouch with a Netsuke Of a cat's head carved from cherry wood. The rest, no doubt the embassy itself could provide." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He heard she wasn't tired so he decided to give the tour. He reached the tearoom which was a simple room that had nice decorations. There was some teapots and tea cups presented nicely. \"Well here is the tea room. Would you like tea before we resume the tour?\" He asked." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko shook her head. \"Some other time.\" She did pause to note the care with which the tea implements were kept, and the wall scroll and other furnishings in the room. The Kakita samurai-ko looked back to Adohiro, studying him.\n\n\"How long have you been here, Daidoji-san?\" She asked.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The room was average, but it had a nice homely feel to the room. He gives a look around the place quietly. He then heard her question. \"Hmm, well work-wise, Matsu-San? About 2 years ago if I'm counting it right.\" He said. \"But I've been a crane for most of my life.\" He shrugged." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Matsu-san? Surely she was at least an Akodo, the Kakita bushi thought to herself. They had sword saints, after all. She had sparred with an Akodo kensai once, a couple of years ago—he was a master of his craft, and so even though she had lost, she had learned a lot from him.\n\nKiyoko furrowed her brows and gave Adohiro a questioning look. \"You were not born to the Daidoji?\" She asked, a note of confusion in her voice." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "I didn't know how to word it 😂😂\n\nI'm not suppose to say his heritage but it's hard to not say it\n\n\"I'm adopted.\" The crane smiled giving a small bow. He knew he couldn't tell people his true backstory. Usually he was told to just say he was adopted and not mention his biological family. \"Well, is there anything else? I can show you the gardens around crane embassy\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Ah.\" Kiyoko said simply, then shook her head in response to his question. She didn't press him further about his adoption, instead stepping back out of the tearoom and motioning down the hallway. \"The gardens is fine.\"\n\nA short pause, and she added, \"Actually, is there a servants' entrance to the embassy? Or another way into the embassy besides the main gate?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod when she agreed to go to the gardens. He soon heard her ask about the servant's entry way. \"Yeah there is an entrance for servants on the left side of the embassy, Kakita-San.\" He told her. He started to lead her to the garden. \"There is a back exit in the garden that leads to the servant's entrance.\" He mentioned." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded silently, and followed after Adohiro. She figured she should know the layout of the embassy grounds well enough to defend it, if needed—though she expected she would likely see more combat as a duelist than in defending the embassy. As they walked, she observed their surroundings. Trees, bushes, places where someone might be able to hide and sneak in—the height of the walls, and the roofs of the nearby buildings.\n\n\"What has happened around the embassy in the past few weeks? Anything unusual?\" Surely in a place like the City of Lies, the life of an embassy guard would not be Dull.\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a glance as he saw the garden before them. The garden was nice and it looked well kept by the servants. There was a small sitting area and some nice flowers. When he heard her question, he turned his head. \"Well I heard from some servants's gossips that something got stolen. It was something important but I can't think of what it was. I wasn't told of the item." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Somehow, Kiyoko wasn't surprised that Adohiro wasn't told what had been stolen. There just seemed to be something Off About the Daidoji boy. \"I see.\"\n\nKiyoko gave Adohiro a side-eyed look and advanced into the garden. She would definitely have to see about getting someone else to tell her about current events later. Maybe the ambassador, when she reported to him. The Kakita samurai-ko took note of the bonsai trees and manicured bushes in the garden with an approving nod of her head, then turned back to Adohiro.\n\n\"What do you do here at the embassy, Daidoji-san?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Of course he hadn't been told of the item. He only knew it was some important item, he thought it was a book or some relic they have. He was less likely to be told of the stolen item. \"If you're interested in the item that was stolen, you'll want to talk to the ambassador, Kakita-San.\" He said. When he heard the question, he would open his mouth to state his profession. \"I am a Yoriki to Daidoji Aihara. I help do investigations and that sort of stuff.\" He explained. \"I mainly just investigate reports and other clerical type duties if needed.\" He said." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Mmn. Yes, it would seem so,\" Kiyoko replied. So he was a yoriki. A magistrate's assistant. The Kakita duelist still was not entirely sure what her own position within the embassy would be, though that hardly concerned her at the moment. \"So what are you investigating Now?\"\n\nShe started walking out of the garden, hoping that he would take the lead on their tour again. \"They do not have you investigating the theft, so perhaps other things have happened that merit a yoriki's attention?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a curt nod as he heard her ask. \"Well right now I just take any citizen's reports and follow through. Today was a lucky day so there wasn't much reports. Usually it's nothing serious. If it is serious, then I do need to contact higher ups but usually it's simple thefts.\" He explained. He led her out of the garden and to the library. \"Here is the library.\" He stated. \"Some of the more important scrolls you'll need to ask for.\" He said." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko followed the Daidoji boy out of the garden and into the library. Rolled-up scrolls were piled up throughout the room, making the Kakita samurai-ko wonder whether anyone had thought to organize the library in the past year. Probably not. \n\n\"Who keeps the important ones?\" She asked. She took a few steps farther into the library, looking around at its piles of scrolls. She wondered how anyone could even figure out which scroll was which.\n\nAs a bushi, it was hardly her concern, though.\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The smell of old paper and ink was strong. It was a nice smell within the library that had many scrolls piled around. \"I think it's kept in a separate room by the magistrate's trusted people. I think depending on the book, you need to ask the magistrate for permission to access it.\" He said. \"It depends on the scroll. I know there's specific rules for it like not sharing it with others and all that sort.\" He said." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Mmn,\" Kiyoko murmured noncommittally. \"I assume the magistrate and any others that use the library have the sense not to leave truly important documents lying around.\" The Kakita samurai-ko pulled one scroll out of a pile at random. The rest of the pile toppled and rolled onto the floor with a clatter, which Kiyoko did her best to pretend did she did not hear.\n\n\"Hm. Sei's Diary: The Life & Times of an Imperial Courtier in Otosan Uchi. A pillow book.\" She read aloud the first few sentences, then rolled the scroll back up and tossed it onto the table along with the few others that remained there of its pile. \n\n\"Fascinating,\" She said drily.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod of agreement. \"Yeah makes sense. I guess some books aren't meant for some clan members too if they're super important. I wonder if we have any high classified information that's in the ambassador's office.\" He said. He saw her pick up a scroll and read it. He gives a glance at the book once it was tossed. \"Hmm, there is a library card for this place so you'd need to get one.\" He explained." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko raised an eyebrow at Adohiro. A library card? \"Mmn. I'll pass.\"\n\nShe stepped over the pile of scrolls on the floor, pretending not to notice them, and moved toward the door. Truth be told, books did hold Some Interest for her, but she was hardly in the mood to rifle through court diaries and tell-all memoirs at the moment.\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro saw her rise ever eyebrow at a library card. \"It's nice to have because you just write down your name and the scrolls you took. It's quick and easy.\" He said with a small smile at the nice organization skill the Cranes had. \"Shall we move on to the next location.\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded as she moved back into the hallway. \"By all means, Daidoji-san.\" The boy's unflappableness was actually starting to irritate her a little. She glanced back at Adohiro as he joined her in the hallway. A small part of her wondered just what it would take to get a reaction from him. It probably wasn't worth pursuing yet... But still, it might be worth finding out.\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The crane would give a nod as he led her to the next location which was the living room type area. It almost resembled the waiting room but it was more homely. \"Well, this is just a place to relax in.\" He said. \"It has a little garden out back and it's pretty nice when there's a breeze.\" He said." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko dutifully followed the Daidoji boy, pondering the shape of his head from behind. When he happened to glance back at her, she made a point of averting her eyes to one of the spartan decorations in the hallway. Coming out into the wider space of the 'living room,' such as it was, she swept the entire room with a glance. Bare tatami mats lined the floor, and a pair of Zabuton Sitting cushions sat next to a low-lying table. It was about what she would expect of a living room. She looked at Adohiro.\n\n\"Is it always this empty?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The room was very simple as he made his stop there. The room was clean and there was an incense stick still burning. When he heard her question, he gives a nod. \"I guess it depends on the activities of the day.\" He remarked. \"Sometimes it busy when we have guests who arrive here.\" He said. \"It's sometimes used as an unofficial meeting place.\" He pointed out giving a glance at the zabuton cushions that looked clean and were neatly placed on the floor. \"It would be a good study room.\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"I see,\" Kiyoko replied, looking the room over one more time. She stepped out of one of the sets of sliding doors onto the veranda and looked over the garden. It was small, as Adohiro had said. Still, the koi in the small pond were a nice touch. So was the wisteria tree, and the handful of shrubberies. It reminded Kiyoko a little of her parents' estate back in Mura Sabishii Toshi.\n\nThe Kakita duelist turned and headed back inside. She frowned as she realized she was starting to get hungry. \"What time is it?\" She asked Adohiro.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He watched her check out the garden. It was nothing special but it added a nice addition to the room. He soon heard Kakita ask what time it was. He estimated it was lunch time at least. \"It's around lunchtime.\" He explained. \"Want to get something to eat or eat here?\" He asked. There was food served here usually." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko shrugged. \"There is a mess hall here, yes?\" May as well get the tour over with in the process. If she was lucky, maybe they'd have Katsudon-buri Or Okonomiyaki Or, really, anything other than rice on the menu.\n\nThe Kakita samurai-ko motioned for Adohiro to lead the way.\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro gives a nod hearing her mention the mess hall. \"There is. I can show you.\" He turned around guiding her through the many halls and soon to a place that smelled strongly of cooked food. It smelled so good, it seemed almost overpowering. \"Here is it.\" He said. \"Their curry here is the best.\" He mentioned." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko dutifully followed after her erstwhile tour guide to the mess hall. \"I smell grilled fish,\" She said, looking around at the large hall. A number of samurai sat cross-legged on the floor at small single-person tray-like tables in a U-shape around the edges of the room, quietly conversing as they ate. Their trays each had a bowl piled high with rice, along with box-like plates with grilled fish, steamed vegetables, and small slices of ginger to cleanse the palate. At the opening of the U-shape, a collection of servants bustled back and forth from a number of pots with additional bowls in hand.\n\n\"Do we sit anywhere?\" Kiyoko asked Adohiro, looking around for an empty tray-table.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro led her to the room where people already were eating at. He didn't think it was lunchtime yet. He heard her ask if they can sit down anywhere and he gives a nod. He sat at an empty tray table, gesturing her over. \"I don't really eat here.\" He said. He also wasn't a big fan of fish. Poultry was definitely better." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko sat down at a tray-table adjacent to Adohiro, removing her daisho and setting it to her right side. She gave Adohiro a curious look as she caught the eye of an approaching servant. \"Where does Daidoji-san usually eat?\" She asked, nodding her thanks to the servant as he placed a small pot of tea, a cup, and a bowl of rice on her tray-table. The Kakita duelist clapped her hands together quietly and briefly bowed her head—best to at least offer the forms of respect to the kami, in case one were paying attention. \n\nShe then picked up a pair of chopsticks in one hand and the bowl of rice in the other, and tried to remember her lessons on table etiquette from her youth spent at the Kakita Dueling Academy. One ate with one's right hand, and never mixed one's food, she recalled with some effort. Kiyoko started eating, thus self-advised.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He sits down and he noticed the approaching servant. He heard Kiyoko ask where he ate. \"Hmm, if time permits, I like to cook my own meals. I like making my own meals or I eat out if I'm with company or vice verse.\" He said. Adohiro would get the meal too and he thanked the servant. He would also clap his hands and bow his head like her. After thanking the Kami, he would start to eat with his chopsticks. \"What about you, Kakita-san? Where do you usually eat?\" He asked wondering if she had a place she liked to go or did she cook her own meals? \n\nHe ate the rice and vegetables, but seemed to be avoiding the fish." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko swallowed her latest mouthful of rice and then used her chopsticks to cut a portion of the grilled fish off, and ate it. \"Whatever is served to me,\" She replied to Adohiro. The Kakita duelist had been on a Musha shugyo, a warrior-pilgrimage, for the past six years. Up until a few weeks ago, she was eking out an existence as meager as a ronin's, so she had long ago learned not to be Too Picky about her food.\n\n\"But if I have a choice... An Izakaya Is good. Unagi Is good,\" She said after a short pause, referencing a traditional style of inn and a dish of cooked fresh-water eel, respectively.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would eat his rice and ate about half of his fish. After that, he didn't touch the fish after. He heard she ate whatever was served to her which made sense. He did hear she liked izakaya and unagi. \"Well we should eat those sometime next time we meet up again.\" He mentioned. Eating out was nice, albeit expensive but it was worth it. \"I like sweets too. Those confectioneries are delicious they sell at the market.\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"What is your favorite? Manjuu? Sakuramochi?\" Kiyoko asked the Daidoji boy between bites of fish. She paused to take a sip of her tea and glanced over at Adohiro, noting that he had stopped eating the grilled fish. \"Do you not like fish?\" She asked, brows furrowed. How could a Crane samurai Not Like fish?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Hmm maybe Sakuramochi and Dorayaki.\" He said with a small smile. Adohiro only ate half of the fish, but not the rest. When he heard Kakita's question, he looked up. \"I prefer chicken or pork.\" He spoke. \"Fish is alright but I like it with different sauces at least.\" He pointed out." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Mmn.\" Kiyoko finished off her food and tea without further comment, then clasped her hands together and gave the customary thank-offering. She looked over at Adohiro to see whether he was himself finished. A waste of good fish, but perhaps the staff would give it to a cat or something. \"Where else is left on this tour of the embassy grounds, anyway?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would also give the customary thank offering like her as he gives one last sip of his drink. \"Well we can see the barracks. Might be good to know where the protection is. After that, we can maybe head to the dojo.\" He said. \"Let's see the barracks first though.\" He stands up. \"Than I can show you the offices.\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko stood and collected her daisho, then motioned for Adohiro to lead the way. \"The armory is near the barracks too, then?\" She rarely wore armor, but she Was In need of a new do-maru. Perhaps a han-kyu bow would be good, as well. They taught kyujutsu at the Kakita Dueling Academy. She had never particularly excelled in it. Still, it was an enjoyable enough hobby to practice, and it certainly wouldn't hurt to have a bow again.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod. \"It is.\" He said giving a small smile over at him. \"We can head there.\" He said. He started to lead her to the way. Soon they reached the barracks which looked nice. It was a simple building (tower maybe?) \"Here it is.\" He said entering inside. \"It's this place, I guess I don't have anything to say about here.\" He said." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko raised an eyebrow at Adohiro. \"You are not much of a fighter, are you, Daidoji-san?\" She gave the barracks an appraising look; though she was hardly a soldier herself, she would have to come back by later for a more thorough inspection. At the very least, she'd need to know where the armory was, and that was most likely in or near the barracks.\n\n\"Well, no matter. Lead on,\" She said.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He shrugged when he was asked if he was much of a fighter. \"I like sparring, but I haven't had a chance in the battlefield yet, Kakita-San .\" He said. \"Over there is the armory.\" The armory was about twenty yards from the barracks. \"You can get some good weaponry from here.\" He said." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"I see,\" Kiyoko said. She could not say that she had been in a major battle herself, either. But then, those were relatively rare and she had spent the years since her Gempukku On a warrior-pilgrimage away from the Crane clan's service. Duels and skirmishes were much more common, and she at least had her share of experience with Those. The Kakita duelist nodded at Adohiro and gestured back toward the main compound. \"The offices?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Yes, luckily it's been really peaceful here for the most part.\" He said. He had only been in duels mostly. Dueling was a nice pastime too. \"Oh right; the offices. Let's go see them.\" He led her about a few yards from where they were and offices were on the side with another garden. \"Here it is Kakita-San.\" He smiled." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "For some reason, Kiyoko had been expecting that the offices would be farther away. They were functional enough, she thought as she slid open a couple of their sliding doors and looked inside. Each one was simple, with tatami mat floors and a low writing desk dominating the space. One had a well cared-for bonsai tree—dwarf juniper, probably—in it. All had a wall scroll or two hanging on the walls.\n\n\"So, that is the tour, then,\" Kiyoko stated. \"Where are my assigned quarters?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The offices were plain and rather boring. Adohiro was definitely tempted to sneak in and decorate it all nicely. He saw one had a bonsai tree when she opened it up which looked nice. He gives a nod as he heard her ask. \"Yep it's all done. I can guide you to your assigned quarter. Did they give you a number for the room?\" He asked. Sometimes if they had a lot of people, they would be assigned to it." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko shook her head at Adohiro. \"An empty room is fine,\" She said. It wasn't exactly like she had brought much more than her daisho and the clothes on her back to begin with. The samurai-ko motioned for Adohiro to lead the way again. \"I can find a servant for a futon and anything else I need, later.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He heard an empty room was fine. He gives a nod as he saw her motion to lead the way. He gives a nod and started to lead her to the rooms. \"I don't think we have a lot of visitors so you're free to pick whatever empty room you need.\" He informed her. After walking inside the crane embassy and going through a few hallways, he reached the guest bedrooms. The bedrooms were empty right now. \"Well here we are, Kakita-San.\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko took a step into the room, inspecting her new living space with idle curiosity. There wasn't much to it; it was empty, after all. Tatami mat flooring, bare walls, ceiling that was neither particularly high nor low. A small window high in the opposite wall that let in a bit of light and air. An empty Daisho Stand on a recess in the wall. The Kakita duelist nodded in approval, satisfied. It wasn't much, but then, she didn't need much. Kiyoko turned to Adohiro and gave him a shallow, respectful bow. \"Thank you, Daidoji-san. I appreciated the tour,\" She said, essentially dismissing him.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The room was rather simple. It made Adohiro want to decorate the rooms individually so they had more personality. He watched her inspect the boring room as he turned his head to examine the window. The window was interesting since it was so small. Couldn't they add a more medium sized window to the room? He than turned his head back to Kakita, hearing her thank him. \"You're welcome. Thank you for letting me show you around, Kakita-San.\" He thanked her giving a respectful bow. \"I'll see you later.\" He'd wave and be on his way!" } ]	97.5	6,222
316.166667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko found herself at the Crane Embassy once more, waiting outside of the Kakita dojo on the premises. It was odd to be back there after winning the Iaijutsu Tournament, since she didn't really recieve a lot of respect from the duelists there. It didn't help that she was a ronin, and no doubt there were rumors of lucky strikes or skullduggery. \n\nBut, it was no matter. She won, fair and square, and now she was there to collect her prize. \n\nIt was to be a blade of her choosing and design, crafted by the Crane. It would be a beautiful blade, no doubt, as she knew all too well that Crane craftsmanship was excellent. But, she was uncertain if she could work _with_ the crafters to get the blade made. \n\nFor now, she just waited outside until someone was ready to meet with her. Her trusty daisho waited nearby, arms crossed, eye closed.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The life of a duelist at a clan embassy was one of two constants: training and socializing. For as much as Kiyoko loved the former, she despised the latter. The many social calls she was obliged to attend as either a yojimbo or a participant were her least favorite duty by far. There was only so much tea one person could drink.\n\nSo it was that she was secretly relieved that the day's chores—social appearances, that is—were over with. A visiting dignitary had called upon Doji Rika, the new ambassador, and in turn she had called upon Kiyoko (along with several other samurai) to attend a tea ceremony to conclude the occasion. Kiyoko stepped out of the tea room as soon as it was proper to do so, sliding shut the rice-paper door behind her as the ceremony participants dispersed.\n\nAfter that stiff and formal affair, the Kakita duelist had a mind to check on the dojo. At the very least, she could see whether anyone else was there and maybe observe—or if she was lucky, participate in—a sparring match or two. Or if no one was there, maybe she would center herself in meditation or performing kata.\n\nThat in mind, Kiyoko set off down the veranda and around the main embassy building. As she turned the corner and the dojo came into view, Kiyoko spotted a figure in the distance loitering near the entrance. At least the dojo would not be empty. The duelist drew nearer and noted the eye-patch the figure—a woman—wore, along with the haori of one employed by the Mantis clan. She recognized Chiyoko almost immediately, and thought it somewhat strange that she was in the embassy unescorted.\n\nKiyoko drew up to the dojo's entrance and paused. \"Chiyoko-san,\" She said by way of greeting. \"Your presence is unexpected. Is someone with you?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "After his meeting with the ambassador, Saizou devoted the next couple of days to walk around the city, hearing the rumors and establishing a footing for an informant network. Nothing too complicated yet, this was a new area and a very delicate one at that, with agents working for multiple factions hiding behind fake smiles and friendly demeanor. Nothing worse that recruiting an informant already employed by another clan; receiving compromised information and giving up your plans in the same interaction. \n\nAs he was going back to the embassy, a strange figure gave him pause. A young woman, sporting the colours and symbols of the Mantis but with no family mon on them. Curious. Maybe a ronin in service of the Mantis? She herself was tall, almost as tall as he was, but very lithe and with a very distinctive patch covering her left eye. I heard the story of a wave woman yojimbo winning a iaijutsu tournament here in these grounds. So this must be her., he thought.\n\nBefore he could decide if interact with the ronin or not, another woman appeared from the inside: this one, Saizou already saw once or twice around the compound. A Kakita duelist, through and through, she had a similar build to the other one, but her icy eyes and white hair very well distinguished her. She appeared to know the other woman, inquiring for her purpose here. \n\nThe harrier decided to stay put and observe, for now. Probably, the visitor weren't here to cause trouble; her employment by the Mantis impeded so. Still, better to be ready than surprised." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "In truth, Chiyōko was just about to do some \"Deep meditation\" (a bit of Dragon slang for 'taking a nap') when she heard her name called out. Looking up, it was none other than Kakita Kiyoko, by far one of the few Kakita Chiyōko held in high regard. \n\n\"Ah, Kakita Kiyoko -sama.\" She stood to bow deeply, a small smile on her face. \"Apologies if my arrival caused an issue. I was told I could come down to the dojo whenever I had time to commission my prize.\" \n\nShe was inferring to the Iaijutsu Tournament, which she narrowly won. While it was no Topaz Champion, Dueling Champion of Ryoko Owari Toshi had its merits. \n\n\"I figured this hour would be less busy,\" She explained, \"As I didn't want to make a scene. A Ronin champion is not appreciated well by anyone, it seems.\" She looked past Kiyoko, and thought she spotted someone else. But maybe just her imagination. \"So, that is that. Once my weapon is commissioned, I'll be on my way and out of the dojo's hair.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko dismissed the apology with a wave of her hand. \"No, no, it's fine.\"\n\nIt was hardly an inconvenience for Her, anyway.\n\nFor her part, the Kakita duelist's love of kenjutsu (iaijutsu included) precluded any thought that a ronin tournament champion was somehow lesser—skill was skill, regardless of social status. That may have been an uncommon viewpoint, but her years as a warrior-pilgrim had taught her that much, at least. She did rue that she had not arrived in Ryoko Owari in time to participate in the tournament herself, though; perhaps the opportunity would present itself in the future.\n\n\"Have you found the swordsmith?\" Kiyoko asked. \"Or should I have a servant go find him?\"\n\nSuddenly, the thought occurred to her: maybe she could convince Chiyoko to spar with her again before she left. She was starting to wear out her welcome in the dojo sparring with most of the embassy guards.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Find, no. I spoke with some of the duelists, who in turn told me to wait here. 'The smith will see you when he's ready' was the way they explained it.\" Chiyoko sighed, but didn't look all that upset. \"It's really not anything I didn't expect. A few years ago I scored well in a tournament of sorts up north. Ronin aren't supposed to defeat true Samurai. And Niten should _never_ best the Perfect Cut. So I'm definitely not appreciated around these parts, and I doubt Doji Daiki would want to see me especially.\"\n\nShe remembered that bout, and then the bout that happened after that with extra caveats. She held no grudge; letting go of these insignificant slights only led her to peace. But, she still knew that it was always this way with the Crane. \n\nAll but Kiyoko, who was truly a lover of the blade, no matter the wielder. \"Kakitka Kiyoko-sama,\" The ronin said, \"I would hate to ask, but you may be able to expedite this. As I've said, I'm just here for my prize, rightly won, and then I'll be out of here to leave the dojo to its own devices. I'm starting to worry that if I tarry too long, there'll be a flock of Crane wanting to take on the champion. And I'd rather not deal with that.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "\"Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear\"\n\nThe tournament champion certainly was an impressive warrior. He felt that she Almost Detected the harrier's presence. Even if he wasn't trying to actively hide from her, it was still a worthy feat. He didn't like the idea of having someone this sharp lingering around for long, and her excuse for doing so was totally justifiable too. Maybe he was being a bit paranoiac, but as per the letter Rika-sama slipped to Saizou, the Mantis' allegiances weren't clear yet. A highly skilled agent hanging around with plausible deniability was not good.\n\n\"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Daidoji Saizou of the Hiramori.\" He continued, with a deep bow to both the Kakita and the ronin. \"Kakita-sama, Chiyoko-san, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please, Chiyoko-san, accept my delayed congratulations for your impressive victory at the tournament\".\n\nHe Knew That some of the most belligerent students of the Kakita style wouldn't be happy of being beaten by a ronin. And, as per her own confession, one practicing the Niten too. So she was either a exiled member of the Dragon or had one as a mentor. Interesting bit of information, he made a mental note to investigate it. Having some dirt over the personal bodyguard of the Mantis ambassador could prove useful later.\n\n\"Please, let me assist with your predicament. I'll have a talk with the smith while you wait. If you can entertain our guest in the meantime, Kakita-sama, it would be truly appreciated\" \n\nHe didn't knew much about Kiyoko, but she was also a highly skilled duelist who didn't had the chance to participate in the tournament. He could bet she was itching for having a go with the ronin. That could be useful to assess her skills personally too.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko laughed quietly at Chiyoko's words. \"They would have to fight me first for the privilege,\" She said. The Kakita duelist could hear the weariness in the ronin's voice. Alright, she would forebear challenging her to a sparring match This time...Well, for the moment, anyway.\n\nJust then, another Crane approached. Turning at the sound of his voice, she immediately noted the daisho at his hip. A lean man just a few inches taller than herself, Kiyoko didn't think she had met him before. Had she seen him around the embassy grounds? He may have been another newly-assigned samurai.\n\n\"Ah—Thank you, Hiramori-san, for sparing me the trouble,\" Kiyoko replied. Had she even met Doji Daiki, the smith, before? She would probably recognize him if someone pointed out who he was, anyway. Or this Saizou—strange that someone would volunteer to help strangers (one of them a ronin, at that) with a menial task. Perhaps he was the too-friendly sort. She would have to make sure to avoid him. She had not seen him in the dojo before, and that was the only place where the duelist did not prefer solitude.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"You are _much_ too eager to fight,\" Chiyoko chuckled, \"But at least I know your challenge would come with no motives but the joy of the art.\" She gave a small nod with her compliment to Kiyoko, and went to say more. \n\nHowever, another Crane approached, one that Chiyoko had clocked earlier. Seemed he _had_ been watching her, then. She didn't get upset; in her past, if a ronin had been loitering around the embassy, she would've taken notice, too \|\| Void 4: Self introspective\|\|. She bowed deeply to the superior, and listened carefully to his words. \"Ah, I thank you for your praise,\" She said politely, \"And extend it to the Crane for hosting an honorable tournament. It has been a great aid to my personal journey.\" \|\|Etiquette 3\|\| \n\nAt the Daidoji's offer, Chiyoko would refuse. \"I would never ask someone to waste their time on my needs or wants,\" She said. But, in classic etiquette, she would relent and accept once the samurai insisted, following proper etiquette. \"If you are insistent, I will not refuse. I appreciate your aid, Daidoji-sama.\" \n\nWith that settled, she could just sit back for a moment, perhaps. \n\n \n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "After listening attentively to the responses from both samurai-ko, Saizou replied:\n\n\"Oh please, there's no trouble, Kakita-sama, Chiyoko-san. I've intended to speak with all personnel on the embassy anyways, so it's not an issue for me. And it doesn't look good for our clan to delay the prize you rightfully deserve. So I must insist on you allowing me to right this wrong.\" This whole dance bored him to death, but he knew better than to let it show. Especially to outsiders. \n\nTruth be told, he couldn't care less about the duelist tournament's prize. But establishing a link and a favor with this person could prove useful later. And also, this pettiness from the resident Kakita annoyed him a bit. The results of the tournament were already known; just swallow your pride, give away the prize and be done with it. Doji Rika-sama was right in admonishing the embassy's personnel, focusing their energies on little tournaments and stupid grudges instead on the important work that had yet to be done.\n\n\"If you excuse me, then\".\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded to her fellow Crane. He made a good point: dragging out the process of claiming a duly-won prize was beneath the Crane clan. She waited until he departed, then glanced at Chiyoko. Having ruled out challenging the ronin to a sparring match, Kiyoko suddenly found herself without much to talk about. Well, other than that one affair...\n\n\"So, has your 'guest' in the cellar said anything else of interest since I visited?\" She asked, referring to Gaijin Williams. \"I plan on paying a visit to that teahouse he talked about soon.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko returned to her seat, and prepared to speak about the tournament or swordplay with Kiyoko. She was a nice girl, but the ronin only knew that she loved the art of the blade. Not much else did they share in common. \n\nBut, Kiyoko spoke of something else: Business. And the shady business that the Mantis and Crane were working on in tandem. The ronin took a glance to make certain the Daidoji wasn't around before she spoke. \n\n\"Moshi-sama has reached out to her ally,\" She said softly, \"But it seems they do not know much about the attacks. They're willing to gather information for our cause, all the same, and I can attest that they are good at what they do. As for the man in the cellar, he still lives. I wish we could just be done with him, but he has yet to be made worthless yet.\" \n\nShe sighed. \"I don't care much for the subterfuge and the rest. But that's the thing about dealing with a dishonorable lot. While we look to go through the proper ways of doing things, they can continue to break the law. Not to mention these gangs keep this tinderbox from catching aflame. It seems that truly it's a system for the Scorpion in mind.\" \n\nChiyoko looked back to her friend. \"And you, Kakita-sama? Has the Crane come about any information I could pass over to my master?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "After saying his piece, Saizou left both women to chat and went back to the embassy. As he was walking, something the Kakita said piqued his interest: a guest in the cellar. Now what could that be about? He thought of staying around and listen some more, but the yojimbo was cautious and checked around before continuing. He could try to hide and eavesdrop some more, but was it worth it? He managed to catch up something about \"The attacks\", then continued his stride. Too risky, not many places to overhear, and getting in the bad side of the Mantis clan right now could be counterproductive for later. \|\| Stealth 6, 'Keen Hearing' Advantage \|\|\n\nNevertheless, what he managed to hear was interesting. There seemed to be an understanding between this Kiyoko and the ronin. Was she a double agent? Could be, but he doubted it. They were talking too openly about this. Now, it could be some sort of colaboration with the Mantis. He heard that they were the ones who brought the remains of one of the murdered Kakita to the embassy, and also something about a fairly heated discussion between both ambassadors in this very compound some days before his arrival. Agh, I don't have enough information to go on. Need to talk with the shoi soon.\n\nThose were his thoughts while he walked into the forges. Around here, he asked around in order to get the best smith they had in hand. If this was going to be a prize from the Crane, it couldn't be less than excellent. There, the apprentices directed him to one Doji Daiki. When he explained the situation to him and mentioned Chiyoko's name, his face did a barely dissimulated grimace.\n\nThis could take some convincing, then." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The Crane samurai-ko glanced at Chiyoko. \"Some time, Chiyoko-san will have to tell me what the story behind that 'man in the cellar' is. How he came to be in Rokugan, and here in the city—and how he ended up in a cellar.\"\n\nKiyoko looked away again, her gaze wandering the grounds until it came to rest on a fixed point just beyond a juniper across the way. \"I too prefer the straightforward way of a blade. But that is why I am not a courtier,\" She said. \"I am afraid that I am unaware of anything new, either. I plan on visiting that teahouse the man in the cellar mentioned, but not just yet. And I think I will take a scout or a yojimbo or the like with me.\"\n\nShe turned to face Chiyoko and smiled wryly. \"What do you think? Should I go in wearing my Kakita mon?\"\n\nShould could only imagine the disruption That Might cause, but it was an amusing thought nonetheless.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"The details of that man are beyond my knowledge,\" Chiyoko replied flatly. \"What he did to gain favor enough to be Samurai is beyond my understanding. What he did to _damn_ that great honor is simple: he's a traitor.\" She crossed her arms, musing on the topic. \"I've learned that gaijin are not entirely without their merits, if they recognize the Order and obey their betters. My own master is half-gaijin, and Lady Sun speaks to her. Plus, the Unicorn are... With their merits as well.\" She didn't elaborate on that. \"But that said, those that don't wish to bend the knee need to be put down, same as any dishonorable Rokugani.\" \n\nOn the topic of going into the situation with blade and battle, and Kiyoko's plan of action, the ronin chuckled. \"You know, if I can give advice without disrespecting you, Kyoko-sama, you should really tone down the duelist panache. I know for a fact you are very skilled, but I can assure you, these are not mere bandits that will buckle after the first rising blade. On one occasion, they uses bolt weaponry with poison, cowardly tactics; hell, one of them tried to pull me out a window to my death. These people care not for an honorable duel. \n\n\"If I were you, I would not wear my mon. A ronin goes more places unnoticed. Though, with that white hair, you're going to stand out nevertheless. All I can ask is that you act wisely and carefully; if I had my hand cut off and both my feet, I could still count the number of people in this city I deem on friendly terms, and you would be one of them.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko's eyebrows rose in surprise. The gaijin had been a samurai? She wasn't sure whether that fact or that one of Moshi Mai's parents was a gaijin was more of a shock to her. Not that she had much experience with gaijin to begin with—Williams had been the first she had ever met, to her knowledge—but it seemed self-evident that foreign peoples did not belong in Rokugan. They were just that: foreign.\n\n\"Mmn. I suppose even they have their place in the Celestial Order,\" She conceded. Not having contact with them, it was hard to imagine that place, but Kiyoko liked to think that she was open-minded enough to at least allow for the possibility. Certainly, that made for a degree of tension in the young Crane bushi's thinking. On the one hand, they were foreign; on the other, even foreign things had their place.\n\nThe Kakita duelist waved aside Chiyoko's concern, her tone reassuring: \"I speak in jest. You are right about my hair. I would hate to have to dye it—or hide it under a wig—but I do not intend to pick a fight with them just yet.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "Apparently, the Doji was both a renowned smith and duelist. His gripe was that just when he was preparing for his participation on the tournament, he was summoned back to Crane lands, forcing him to bow down before unsheathing his sword once. He had met Chiyoko before, though, and had nothing but praises to sing about her. They even crossed blades, he said, although wooden ones, on a sparring match. That time, she got the best of him, and while he accepted that he lost fair and square, he seemed to regret missing the chance for a rematch on a more official setting. Duelist's pride, Saizou supposed. He never really got it. He didn't like to fight, much less as a sort of game. \n\nNevertheless, when the smith heard about Chiyoko's predicament, he immediately agreed to work on it. He seemed to respect the ronin and was more than happy to oblige and forge a weapon worthy of her feat. Good. The sooner this matter was settled, the better. The mere presence of the Mantis' servant on the embassy unnerved Saizou. She seemed honourable enough, but until he was clear who's friend and foe in this city, he would prefer to avoid strangers here. He had already his plate's full just by sorting out the Crane people in the grounds.\n\nWith the Doji in tow, Saizou returned to the women, who were wrapping up their conversation. He only managed to catch the tail end on it, but it sparked his curiosity. Dying her hair? Picking a fight? That doesn't appear to be small talk. Still, he kept his neutral face and friendly demeanor when announcing himself:\n\n\"Pardon me for the interruption. I believe you are already acquainted, but please allow me to introduce Doji Daiki-sama, a most esteemed bladesmith just back from Crane lands. I'm confident he'll be more than able to fulfill your request to satisfaction, Chiyoko-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"As much as I hate the Scorpion, I can understand how subterfuge can be a benefit.\" Chiyoko crossed her arms, definitely not too keen on paying the Scorpion a compliment. \"You're a duelist, so you know that most duelists lose because they underestimated their opponent. If I had a koku for every time a Samurai was livid that a mere ronin bested them in a duel, I'd have about... Twelve koku. And that's just the ones that got violent afterwards. So, if you forego pride to appear less impressive than you actually are, they may just underestimate _you.\"_ \n\nSoon after, the Daidoji fellow returned, and in tow was...\n\n\"Ah, Doji Daiki-sama.\" Chiyoko stood to bow to the weaponsmith, remaining cordial. She didn't have a lot of love for the fellow after their duels. And there was what she learned from Atsuko in her run-ins with the man. But she would respect that he was skilled in blade and smithing. That she could not criticize. \"It is a pleasure to see you again. You look well.\" There, niceties were delivered, superiors sated. \n\nDoji Daiki seemed to want to get right to business, and ask her what she wished, then and there. He spoke of the many different techniques for making katanas and wakizashis in the Crane style, and spoke of Kakita folds that were, of course, off-limits to a Ronin. \n\n\"Oh, well, if I may interrupt, I do not wish for a katana, nor wakizashi or tanto.\" There was some mild surprise on Daiki's face, and Chiyoko worried she might've just made a big mistake. \"I have no need for another katana; Nameless and Little Nameless, by daisho, have served me well, and will do so far past the day our honor is restored. To have a new blade forged to replace them would be a dishonor to my longest friends. \n\n\"No, if I am allowed to choose my blade, I choose... The Naginata.\" \n\nNow, this could be taken a lot of ways from a lot of people. Some could see it as an insult, wanting such a weapon after winning a _dueling_ competition. To speak to a sword smith and ask for not-a-sword? That could be most dishonorable. On the other hand, a naginata in construction was similar to the style of the katana, and it did not require that the smith use the same folding technique reserved for true katanas for true samurai, thus _not_ being dishonorable, as it allowed the losing clan some face. \n\nIt was really up to the Crane to decide if that was so or not.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded slowly, pondering the thought. She hated the idea of hiding her Kakita heritage—not that her naturally-white hair made it easy—especially after having only recently reclaimed her status as a Great Clan samurai-ko after returning from her warrior-pilgrimage. Really, a part of her wanted to flaunt that Kakita heritage in the faces of her kin's murderers. But on the other hand, what she was most proud of was her talent with the katana, and that would not be hidden simply by wearing a nondescript kimono. Nor would it be readily apparent to most unless she needed it to be, and by that point, the time for subterfuge would have already passed.\n\nWise advice, she decided. She nodded once more, this time more definitely. \"I will keep that in mind.\"\n\nAs the Hiramori samurai returned, he brought another Crane samurai with whom Kiyoko was unfamiliar. So this must be Doji Daiki.\n\n\"Doji-san. A pleasure. I am Kakita Kiyoko, recently assigned here to the embassy. Welcome back,\" Kiyoko said, bowing in greeting. The duelist fell silent as Daiki and Chiyoko spoke. Interesting that Daiki was capable of forging a Kakita Blade. Her own katana, Reitenseiya, was one such Blade, passed down for generations in her family. As such, she was unsure that that particular skill of Daiki's would ever be relevant to her. Maybe if she wanted a matching wakizashi. Even so, it was good that such skilled swordsmiths were still present among the Crane, and that one of them was with them in Ryoko Owari.\n\nThe Kakita duelist found herself nodding in agreement with Chiyoko's assessment that her existing daisho was sufficient. In Chiyoko's place, Kiyoko would probably still have requested a katana, if only for display. A naginata was a good weapon, though, and Kiyoko's training at the Kakita Dueling Academy had given her a strong enough grasp of etiquette to see what her ronin friend was doing. She glanced at Daiki, curious to see his reaction.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "The conversation between the ronin and the artisan took an interesting turn when the former asked a naginata instead of a sword from the later, giving him some pause. Saizou thought a bit about it. He didn't knew exactly what was offered in the tournament, but while it was certainly a tad unorthodox, it didn't seem a big ask to him. The naginata was, after all, a very proper samurai weapon. She wasn't asking for Kusari-gama Or other more exotic weaponry that would raise more eyebrows.\n\nIn the meantime, Saizou took a second to observe the other samurai-ko. Some of the bits and pieces he managed to catch were more interesting to him than the whole weaponry dilemma. Their discussion about picking a fight raised some obvious concerns, but the dying the hair part was even more interesting: it implied subterfuge, something the other families in his clan weren't very keen to use. Why discussing something like that, with a Ronin? Even worse, a ronin in service of another clan?. It was too openly to be treason, though, and the lack of information bugged him to no end. He could only wait and see. Still, completing the dossier on the embassy's personnel became a priority for the harrier. If nobody was doing the intelligence work properly here, then it fell on him to pick up the slack.\n\nWhile his mind was occupied with that, the discussion between Chiyoko and Daiki continued. And after some deliberation, the smith nodded. He warned the duelist that his specialty were swords, but he was able to make a naginata nonetheless and it would be a top notch quality weapon. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "It seemed that Daiki accepted, with a little skepticism. Chiyoko was relieved, and thanked Doji Daiki with great gratitude. \"I am pleased you understand my reasoning and will take my request,\" She said, \"And please, do not make it a priority; I am in no rush, and would never want to take your skill away from a true Samurai for my sake.\" Daiki insisted that he'd much rather get it done as quickly as possible, but other than that, it was nice and cordial. He made a prodding joke that he might need to challenge her for a rematch, which Chiyoko laughed off (and politely declined). \n\nBut, that was that. \n\n\"Well then, Kakita-sama, Daidoji-sama,\" She said, \"I thank you both for your assistance. Crane hospitality has always been very nice to me.\" This was a lie \|\|etiquette 3\|\|, but a well-meaning one to show gratitude. \"I will be sure to let Moshi Mai-sama know how well this went.\" She bowed to Saizou, and then to Kiyoko. \"Kakita-sama, stay sharp and ready out there. And I would implore you, if you intend to seek out those villains, do not go alone. The Mantis Clan meant it when they said they would assist the Crane.\" \n\nWith that, she would wait for them to dismiss her.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The Kakita duelist gave the ronin a shallow bow. \"I thank Chiyoko-san for her advice, and for the kind words she relays to Moshi Mai-sama,\" She said. \n\nKiyoko glanced at Daiki and Saizou. Was it just her, or did there seem to be a faint tension between Daiki and Chiyoko? No matter; their prior run-ins with each other were unlikely to affect her. Even if there was bad blood between them—which would really have overstated the level of tension she felt in the air—Kiyoko was unlikely to end up being drawn into it. Both were capable duelists in their own right; neither would need her to champion them. Too bad, really. Her own technique had improved considerably since she had last sparred with Chiyoko, and she would have enjoyed the chance to show the ronin how quickly she had improved. She Had Told herself she wouldn't challenge Chiyoko to a match today, though. She Really, really Wanted to...\n\nA small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as it finally slipped out: \"I look forward to the next time we cross bokken, Chiyoko-san.\"\n\nYou could only temper a kenjutsu fanatic's enthusiasm for so long. At least she hadn't challenged the ronin to a sparring match then and there, right?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "Saizou returned the bow to the ronin and answered, \"Please, don't mention it, it was merely our duty as hosts. It was my honour to give whatever small aid I could. Be well, Chiyoko-san.\"\n\nThe words were polite enough, but the parting words of Chiyoko helped complete the picture in his head \|\|Investigation 6\|\|. So, by the facts he collected thus far, it was the Mantis ambassador, together with a Lion, that found the remains of Kakita Yuzuki. She reported it here, with many Crane samurai present. Maybe Kiyoko was there too? Probably. It would explain the collaborative nature of their relationship with Chiyoko, who surely was also there as the ambassador's yojimbo. Some days later, the Mantis's ambassador returned and, apparently, had a screaming match with Rika-sama. But the impression the harrier had of his ambassador wasn't of a person simple enough to just chew other clan's dignitary just out of frustration. So, maybe an agreement was forged then? But not an alliance, not yet anyways. \n\nIt Had To involve the Crane murders occurring in the city. Maybe even far away from here. There was the still unresolved matter of the killing of the champion's sister, Shizue-sama. He didn't knew much of that one, but there were rumors of Mantis involvement. \n\nNonetheless, now the ronin pleaded with Kiyoko that she Shouldn't face the villains alone, and that The Mantis would make good of their promise of assistance. As far as he knew, Yuzuki's death was in the hands of one of the firefighter bands of the city and Arai's was unknown, but inflicted by an uncommon weapon. Gaijin-made, apparently. So, did the Kakita wanted revenge on one of these bands?\n\nMere speculation, but the facts fitted nicely. When the Mantis's servant went away, he addressed the Kakita, suddenly dropping the polite demeanor for a far colder one:\n\n\"Let me know if you need help with these \"Villains\" Of yours, Kakita-sama\".\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The Kakita duelist watched Chiyoko depart, a twinge of sadness in her heart as she let an opportunity to spar with a competent swordswoman pass by. Kiyoko let the feeling pass, then turned to Saizou and looked the man over. He did not seem a particularly outstanding individual—just the sort to blend into a crowd. \n\nAlthough, what she really needed was a scout. A competent swordarm would help too, though the man's stance didn't really give her the impression he was particularly skilled with a blade. She would inquire about this Hiramori samurai with Koharu and Rika. A volunteer would certainly be better than ordering a reluctant ashigaru along.\n\nKiyoko nodded silently, gave a shallow bow, and turned to walk away. \n\n\"Thank you, Hiramori-san. I will keep that in mind.\"\n\n[End Scene]\n\n\|\|" } ]	298.5	7,588
145.625	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "sirshok", "message": "Cold air rushed through Hanako's dark hair. She deliberately loosed them so she could feel every breeze and connect more easily to the air kami. She seemed calm, relaxed and totally inside her element. With her eyes closed, she raised her hand in front of her, palmed up. A gust of wind gently drop a leave from a nearby tree.\n\n\" Do you feel this Aritomo-san? The kami have answered. Never forget they are every where. They are so delightful, soft and amused by us samurai. If you try, you can even communicate with them. Also i wouldn't recommend it too much, then tend to view the world in an entirely different way than us. \"\n\nHas she spoke, Hanako opened her eyes and played with the leaf by looking at it and letting the wind carry it around her for a time. The more she talked about the kamis, the more leaf were brought and soon she was engulfed with them. Swirling around she gently pushed her hand palmed straight towards Aritomo and the leaf followed. Surrounding the warrior and dancing n front of him\n\n\" I adore them - she chuckled - they do like you also it seems! \"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo listened as Hanako spoke, getting a small sense how she likely felt in the dojo when they first met. All this talk of spirits and the kami was a little outside of his wheelhouse, but it was a nice change of pace from his usual studies of calligraphy and swordsmanship. As leaves began to swirl around him as well, he found himself in awe, not that he would show any of this outwardly. \"You speak of the kami as if speaking of an old friend...\" He replies." }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "Arai could clearly make out Hanako's voice becoming more and more enthusiastic about the kami as he approached the garden entrance.\n\n He bowed to the kamiza, everytime he stepped into a dojo but it was always a rather one-sided conversation from what he could tell. \n\n Nevertheless he could do with a cleansing ritual. He hadn't experienced many, there were no shugenja where he grew up but his father insisted that he partook in one or two. \"You'll know why we do it, sooner or later.\" Old Akira had said. As usual he was right, something that slightly vexed Arai.\n\n When the second voice was heard asking a question, he didn't recognize it. He walked into the garden and bowed to the pair in greeting.\n\n \"Good day, Lady Hanako. My Lord... I was hoping to catch her Ladyship for a moment but, if I find you busy Hanako-dono, I'll come back at another time.\" He said in a pleasant tone." }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "The leaves stopped dancing around and became still as Hanako's focus was turned towards Arai-san. Something was off. She couldn't see it clearly but she was bothered by the new warrior.\n\n\"Arai-san, you honor us with your presence. You do not bother me at all, i was just fooling around with the air kami, they love to fiddle around. What can i do for you? You seem... Concern, or perhaps lost, maybe both?\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo turned his gaze to Arai, his hand instinctively going to his weapon, since he was on his left side, in his blind spot. As he turns, Arai would see an eyepatch over his left eye, and the mon on his gear denotes himself as a fellow Kakita family member. He watches Hanako's reaction, relaxing somewhat when he notes her greeting the newcomer, and turns to face him fully, giving a polite nod, but otherwise saying nothing, the greeting had clearly been for Hanako, not himself." }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "Arai scanned the area for any display of the presence of spirits but detected nothing but a gust of wind making the leaves dance to its tune.\n\n \"I, erm... Lost you say? I am...\" He exhales a chuckle as he turns to face the obviously alert, one-eyed swordsman.\n\n \"Kakita Arai.\" He said to him while offering a courteous bow to the man. When he rises, he turns to Hanako.\n\n \"I heard your voice, and it reminded me of a walk I owe you, Hanako-san. Obviously, I was not aware that you were in company, the kami's or your friend's.\" He added as his eyes returned to his casual looking search for the supernatural." }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "Hanako looked towards Arai still with this suspicious look but without any aggression into it, just a curious look.\n\n\"Do not worry for Aritomo and I are bound bu duty. He is my Yojimbo inside the city walls. Please speak your mind but there is some darkness surrounding you Kakita-san -Hanako's voice settle a bit more and was more serious than before - I cannot put my finger on the matter. The kami tend to warn me for something but I am unable to know what at the moment. It is of the upmost importance that we find what it is. Would you mind following me and Aritomo-san towards a more spiritual place?\n\nThis may however require some time to have the clearance and the Scorpion's approval to use their city's temple, i shall write to the governor for such a matter.\"" }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "\"I wouldn't dare to divide your attentions like that, Hanako-san. It warms my heart that yours has worry for me.\"\n\n Arai bows again.\n\n \"Please, whenever you are prepared for the rite, let me know.\"\n\n He turns to Aritomo.\n\n \"It's been an honor, Aritomo-san.\"\n\n He turns to leave.*" } ]	130.5	1,165
242.823529	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari had left the meeting of the Cranes and begun the work laid before him. He was happy to finally be able to make a move in the city that would have an impact; it had been a long time since his arrival and all he had seemed to do was wait. Yet in an infested swamp, one must careful observe before going to work lest they fall down an unseen hole. That's what the city was, a swamp where one could drown in an instant from one wrong step. Masanari preferred the elegance of the imperial city, or the comforts of home, yet he was not one to drown... \n\nA letter had been delivered to him from Utaku Kazuko of the Unicorn clan in which Kazuko expressed a desire for the two to attempt to meet with the Phoenix Clan and discuss the current state of the city. The unicorn had suggested that the two of them become acquainted before attempting to work together and after a few correspondences Masanari now waited outside of the Crane Embassy for Kazuko's arrival, where the two would head to the Crane offices to discuss the future.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "It was mid-afternoon when Kazuko and Fuyuko finally made their way to the Crane Embassy. The previous day had been busy with getting her own clan in order, then settling into her current role and assigning tasks to her clan. Now came the part she truly dreaded: politics. It was no small feat that she had managed to bring herself to the level of the most basic of diplomats: had everything gone as planned she and her troops would be moving on Ryoko Owari en masse in the next few months, and the needs of a spokesperson would have been handled by someone else. Yet, this is where the clan needed her.\n\nShe wore a three-mon kurotomesode in lavender and gold, displaying the mons of the Unicorn, Utaku, and Battle Maiden. Her sleeves were tied up and the second obi visible as was the custom of a battle-ready samurai-ko, though she only carried her wakizashi with her at present. Those observant would note she wore her obi in the slightly higher manner of one unmarried. Fuyuko in turn wore a deep purple kimono with white trim, much rougher spun but still silk of a high ranking heimin or jizamurai.\n\nShe quite frankly had no idea what she was doing as she approached the embassy of the Crane. The men and women who busied themselves within the halls of these buildings were the most dangerous and skilled combatants in the field of the courts who could ever exist in the Emerald Empire. Yet here she was, a soldier, expected to lead and command in the same vein as the Emperor's Left Hand. It was ridiculous.\n\nShe did her best to disguise her unease, converting what could be considered nervous jitters into surveying her surroundings. A man stood nearby, a piercing gaze lancing out behind features which looked far older than he should have been. Should the sources be true, this must be Doji Masanari. He certainly has the countenance for his assignment. She approached and bowed to the level appropriate, then turned toward her attendant and began to sign.\n\n\"The woman speaking serves as my translator, as I am unable to speak clearly after attempts on my life. Any words conveyed by her are my words, and I respectfully ask you to consider them with the same weight.\" Fuyuko paused, the shorter woman carefully observing her mistress' hands as they flew into motion. \"It is a pleasure to meet you, Doji-san. Please, lead the way.\"" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari bowed upon the approach of the two individuals, naturally stooping to the appropriate depth. \"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Utaku-sama, Fuyuko-san.\"\n\nOnly a few weeks prior he would have never found himself making courteous introduction with the Taisa of the Unicorn Clan, yet with his promotions within the city he found himself opposite a great warrior. Masanari turned so that Kazuko and Fuyuko could match his step and showed them to the Crane Embassy Offices, making sure to never turn his back or walk ahead. \n\nThe room was of adequate size and was vacant. The desk near the centre of the room had been scattered with documents, but Masanari had taken the time to organise them before hosting any guests (removing any documents of importance). The rest of the room was sparsely furnished, yet the small table and surrounding cushions were of high quality. \n\n\"Please,\" He gestured to the cushions. Masanari could feel Kazuko's uncomfortableness, she hid it well; well enough that he couldn't See It and he commended that, but he could sense it. In a world where swords were words, one quickly learnt to sense such things as a Bushi might notice a weak knee from an opponents stance. He tried to reassure the Unicorn, relax the situation, despite her being of higher rank, this was clearly his battlefield.\n\n\"I hope I do not speak too boldly when i say that I wish us to act as if we are amongst friends here Utaku-sama, Fuyuko-san. We shall be working together closely if I understand correctly, and from my experience division can be troublesome in such circumstances, which is why I was so grateful to receive your letter. It is only by flowing as one that a river can carve through the land.\" Masanari stepped towards the door, \"Would you prefer if this was closed? Im sure we will not be disturbed by for precautions sake?\" Masanari knew he was taking a risk by suggesting such candour to a superior, yet if the strangers were to succeed then unity would have to be achieved before stepping before anyone else.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Kazuko followed astride the Doji, Fuyuko trailing respectfully behind. His office was simple, clean, but not so neat as to imply the man above work. Clearly Masanari was a busy man, and she was grateful he made the time to speak with her. If only her own office looked so tidy. Perhaps something to address tomorrow morning. She sat, removing her wakizashi and placing it at her right. \n\nHis words were bold, almost to the point of indecency. However, she could recount several occasions similarly shocking words from a soldier under her command saved countless lives. Candor and unity were vital to success, so she would respond in kind. \"If you are concerned with your Embassy's security then please, close the door. I hope our working together remains productive, and as a united front we prove we need not merely Act As if among friends.\"\n\nOnce Masanari had seated himself, she would continue. \"Wars have been lost because allied commanders did not declare their intent to each other before the day of battle. Speak to me of what the Crane wish to achieve with the Phoenix, so that we do not find ourselves at cross-purposes.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanori nods and leaves the door ajar, then takes his place opposite the two Unicorns. \"Indeed we must be united to be successful as you say, yet I did not wish to presume friendship with you Utaku-sama, but sometimes one must speak more plainly if, as you say, we are to be productive.\"\n\nEven in an office of an embassy the Unicorn still spoke of the battlefield. It was not entirely untrue that the two were in someways alike, yet Masanari noted that the Taisa would most likely learn the differences— hopefully before anything went awry. \"Of course Utaku-sama, we should be aligned. As for myself and my clan we believe an understanding with the phoenix clan is of great importance. The scorpions cannot be trusted to govern this city any longer... It is already an infested pit of crime and corruption, something must be done to reaffirm the Emperor's peace. In regards to the Phoenix Clan, we believe they could assist us by applying pressure to the Scorpions regarding the strange cursed documents in their possession to clearly demonstrate that the scorpions do not have the city— and the Emperor, in mind,\"\n\n\"Some of our members are not happy that these documents have not been dealt with more appropriately. Yet, any direct interference on either of our clans behalf would only stir up trouble.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"A wise strategy, Doji-san, and something we are of a like mind on. The Yogo family does an admirable job at maintaining the security of dangerous relics, yet we are in Shosuro lands and no word has made it to me that the book has been transferred anywhere.\" Kazuko could not say she was overly thrilled to imply the Phoenix should have possession of the documents either, however. Even those with the best of intentions could be led astray by the lure of the Shadowlands, as had the brave but foolish Moto who now stood Lost on the other side of the Carpenter Wall. \"Bringing the righteousness of the Phoenix to bear, exposing the Scorpion's selfish pride to the Emperor's eyes, would continue to weaken the precarious position they already have.\"\n\nNow it was her turn. She hoped her plan sounded as reasonable and well-thought as the Doji's words. \"As stated in my letter, Ide-Nakato-san met with the Phoenix for a productive discussion shortly before the disastrous conference. However, we have no records of what that private meeting entailed, only that the conference soured the goodwill cultivated. I cannot let this stand without doing all in my power to set things right.\"\n\nThere was an earnestness in her expression as she signed. Despite her military training—over a decade spent on the fields of battle—Kazuko remained a daughter of Shinjo first. If there was any way to avoid animosity, it must be pursued. \"I am prepared to offer them my full support should they wish to push for direct oversight of the Temple Quarter. Frankly neither of our clans are equipped to do so, the Crab will be far too busy, and the Dragon are all but absent. Add to that the fact the creature made its first kill in the Temple Quarter, and we have a strong case.\"\n\nShe paused, regarding the man before her. There was more to say, but should she? Was this Overplaying her hand? No, he wanted them to speak as if they were friends, so she would.\n\n\"There are also more selfish reasons. As you know relations between the Phoenix and Unicorn are tense at present. They have blocked access to the Shrine of the Ki-Rin because they do not trust our shugenja. Fostering friendly ties with them here would be the first step in healing those wounds.\" It would not be as simple as that, of course. She doubted a formal alliance would be made between the two clans in the city. But it would be a start, and an unexpected one at that. \"While we do not have any Iuchi within the city yet, we will in time, among them my betrothed. I do not wish to see him or others of his clan suffer ill treatment.\"" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "\"Indeed, taking any strength, or possible strength, from underneath the scorpions would put their pride in check, and as you say the Emperor, at the very least, must be made aware.\" \n\nMasanari listened intently to the Unicorn's proposal... Let the Phoenix take direct oversight of the Temple Quarter, that would be a significant concession in the Phoenix clan's favour, Masanari noted mentally that he would have to insure that Kazuko did not concede this offer to quickly and assure that their two clans would be adequately compensated for assisting such a thing, even if— as Kazuko noted neither of the clans could hold it themselves. \n\n\"Proposing they take direct oversight of the Temple Quarters is a significant play, do you have any information to suggest this would be aligned with their goals... Of course as you say it would align with our goals but if we can present it as a gift rather than a favour then they would be more willing.\" Masanari didn't even notice the manipulation behind his words, to him it wasn't manipulation but rather guidance, much needed guidance to ensure the Emperor's will was enacted and his peace preserved and as a crane it was his duty to offer such guidance. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"The Phoenix presence in Ryoko Owari is significant, and the only reason it would be so is if they had spiritual concerns over the city. I believe if they do not already have the idea it would not be difficult to convince them it is in the city's better interests.\" Her eyes narrowed as she thought back through the records she gathered of the city. \"No doubt the Scorpion will resist, seeing as major temples to Bayushi and Shosuro are there, which will only alienate them from the Phoenix further.\"\n\nKazuko understood all too well the standard Phoenix response to religious pushback. Meishodo was almost outlawed from the Empire on several occasions, and only the fact the Emperor's future bride was Iuchi Shahai kept it from happening. All because her people said there were other ways of venerating the kami than what the Isawa taught. \"If you have suggestions on how to work with them toward a goal that does not make us seem desperate or weak, I value your input.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "\"A rift between the Phoenix and Scorpion is regrettable,\" Masanari paused, this wasn't an outright lie, rather only half of the truth, sometimes things must be broken in order to build them stronger and if the meant the scorpion clan would would lose face, then that was all the better. \"Yet it is for the Emperor that it must be done.\" \n\nMasanari thought about the Unicorn's question. It was difficult to predict the best approach before being faced with it, yet as he was sure the Taisa was aware, one must prepare for all outcomes. To Masanari there was little difference in preparation for an even and preparation for war. \"We must be prepared to adapt, prepared for anything, but if we were to emphasis the points we have made about the weakness of the scorpions and the duty of the phoenix clan, while focusing on the Emperor's peace, then I believe we will be successful. For either of our clans to make a move, would seem to the scorpions as conflict, yet the phoenix clan must fulfil their duty for the good of the land.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Masanari's words were confusing to say the least. First he spoke about using the Phoenix to pressure the Scorpion, then he said it was regrettable. Was this courtier double-speak, or was she too thick-headed to understand his meaning? Regardless, the two seemed to be of a similar mindset at the end of it all, and his ideas and strategies seemed sound. After a long pause—was it too long?—she finally nodded in agreement.\n\n\"This appears sound. I am pleased to have someone of your skill to shore up my deficiencies. And I am always grateful to ensure our oldest allies are included in our dealings.\" It was mostly true. They didn't have to know about the dealings being made with the Crab and Mantis. But given Utaku Masanori's opinion on the current status of the Crane within the city, she was glad to see that at least one here carried the famed skill of Lady Doji. \"Would it be an imposition to ask for some tea? The finer points of the negotiation still must be planned, such as a proper gift, particular topics to avoid, and the like. I feel our discussion is far from over.\"\n\nSo the two of them planned and plotted, Masanari aiding the Utaku in navigating the complex, shifting waters that were the m courts of Ryoko Owari. It felt almost dirty to her, yet she understood its value. This was her first steps into the political arena, and she could not afford it to be her last.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "A few days after his meeting with Kazuko, Masanari was again preparing to meet another member of the unicorn clan in the same office. Again he had laid out fine pillows around the small table and again he had organised the papers on the desk to insure both neatness and security. He made his way to the front of the embassy and waited until Ide no Suio Kenza arrived. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trilsai", "message": "The newly appointed hatamoto arrived shortly afterwards, silk and trimmed wolf pelts gathered around his athletic form. A mixture of rokugani elegance and gaijin peculiarities. Kenza approached and offered a respectful bow, the subtle scent of sandalwood accompanying the gesture.\n\n\"Splendid day, Doji-sama. May we speak a while? I bring news, most of it good.\"\nKenza offered a disarming smile, his soft features and long sleeves almost making him look like a samurai-ko. The exotic top knot, like a horse's tail, added to this.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari reciprocated the bow and pleasant expression. \"Indeed Ide-san, let us speak, especially if you bring pleasant news.\" \n\nHe gestured for the unicorn to enter, offered him refreshments then took his place opposite on the cushions he had laid out... It occurred to him that in the past week he had spent more time knelt on these cushions than in his own bed; it seemed appropriate, he could only truly sleep well in a pleasant and well maintained room and this city required a lot of cleaning.\n\n\"So Ide-san, please do explain why I have the pleasure of your company this evening.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trilsai", "message": "Kenza took a moment to gather his robes before he sat, brushing the back of his finger through the fur trim of his kimono. The long sleeves and tied-back hair gave the trader an effeminate aspect, complimented by a soft voice and easy smile. The trader kept his tea in hand once it arrived, though only drank once Doji lifted his own cup. It seemed he remembered his etiquette.\n\n\"Soon my bazaar will arrive, the caravans of the Suio. I intend to use this place as much as a meeting grounds as a point of trade. I wished to offer you an invitation to join us there, along with any Crane merchants and their guard. I will provide a safe and enjoyable place for respite outside the city.\"\n\nKenza lifted his tea to enjoy a sip before he continued, eyes wandering the room from moment to moment.\n\n\"All Clans will be invited to attend, though the Scorpion will be the last among them. They'd see insult in any attempt to negotiate with them after the actions of Ide-sama and the governor. \"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari's body relaxed at the words of Kenza, for too long anything said in this room had been troublesome. \"Ide no Suio-san, this is wonderful news, I will inform my clan members, and hope that the fortunes bless this event.\" He nodded as Kenza spoke of the Scorpions, agreeing with the Unicorns points.\n\n\"Do you bring any other news or conversation. Or shall we enjoy our tea and company?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trilsai", "message": "The trader considered the question, his soft eyes moving around the room once more. He wasn't absent in his speech or attention, simply curious to see how the Crane kept their spaces. Eventually his gaze returned to Masanari, though he spoke as it wandered the room.\n\n\"There are some changes in the air. Two Clans seem open to cooperation, namely the Phoenix and the Mantis. In the recent past the Phoenix have proven their disdain for my people, though we've little interacted with the Mantis. If I may ask, what are your thoughts on these?\"\n\nDespite the boldness in the question, his tone suggested sincerity. Kenza joined his hand upon his lap, a single silver and jade ring catching the light and glinting gently.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari looked off to the side in thought, there was a moment of silence then he turned back to the unicorn. \"It may be interesting, it may also prove to be useful with my upcoming meeting with the Phoenix clan with Utaku-san... He does not seem to present any immediate issues, but if this should remain a secret in out discussions then we may learn more of the Phoenixes than their words reveal.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	224	4,128
88.123077	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "sirshok", "message": "With the air blowing in the dojo, Hanako sit in the seiza position. This is very formal of her and may be received as being a bit too much for a simple training. However she thinks that it is a sign of respect for the lesson she is about to have.\n\n\"I don't know rhow you can teach me the basic but i'll watch from here and take mental notes for after. Maybe next week I'll have the courage to sit up and take a bokken but for now watching will suffice.\"\n\n\"Does sparring is similar to an actual duel? I've been fortunate enought not to have to assist this life or death situation.\" - She addressed all the bushi inside the training area.\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He felt the cold air blow through the Dojo. It felt nice and less stuffy. He gives a nod. \"Hmm I think sparring is similar to a actual duel but you don't need to worry about dying i guess. So I guess overall it isn't super similar but it sort of us.\" He smiled as he held the wooden bokken. Hopefully the bandages wouldn't hinder his performance or the small injury he got." }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "\"There are many different forms of sparring, as well as fighting, though I would say there is only one true form of dueling.\" Aritomo replies as he goes through a few simple sword forms, ensuring Hanako can follow along if she wishes, \"And as long as I serve as your guardian, it will be unnecessary for you to learn, however, I will still teach it you wish to learn, Hanako-san.\" He adds, finishing his practiced strike with an upward flourish, looking to the young shugenja.\n\nHe then turns to face Adohiro, \"Duels are not always fought to the death, only for the gravest of slights, the sort of thing that one would be willing to die over... And great consideration should be made before such a challenge is issued, especially if fighting to the first strike, or even first blood, would serve the same purpose.\"* In truth, Aritomo abhorred duels to the death, for once the opponent was defeated, there was no need strike down a potential ally." }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "Aritomo's movements were watched with heavy focus by Hanako. She tried to imbued herself on what she could tell was simple for Aritomo and surely was the same for Adohiro but for her it was an entire different world. Steel and prayers didn't have much in common, but inside the cities of Lies, one must be ready she thought. Every move was slowed in order for her to grasp what it was used for. One to defend, one to feint, one to attack. It was obvious to Adohiro and Aritomo that she focused more on the defensive moves.\n\n\"Do you know any katas or form that focused primarily on defense perhaps? You will be my guard but i won't attack anyone, it is against my nature and my believes. I'm sorry to be such a dead weight for you two, it's how I have been raised. Violence only attract violence. Inflincting pain is not something I think i can ever do\" - She bowed as her words rushed through the air.\n\n\"Since we are to spend more time together, perhaps after your teaching, i may myself transmit some spiritual knowledge to you? And you too Adohiro-san. We can go together at the nearest temple, cleanse ourselves and I'll teach you how to connect with the kamis.\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo looks back to Hanako and nods, \"I wouldn't mind that, and yes, I can teach you a few defensive forms, specifically designed for use outside of armor.\" He thinks for a moment, \"In some cases, you're right about violence, however, sometimes, such as when dealing with the brutes of the Crab or Lion, they respect strength, and most often measure it by martial skill. There is also simply times when a peaceful solution, while preferable, isn't always an option, most notably when on the defensive, all we can do then is send a message in the hopes of minimizing bloodshed on a larger scale.\"* He explains.\n\nHe then gets a thought, \"Tell me, Hanako-san, how do you learn best? By watching, listening, or doing?\"" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "A few seconds were needed for a simple reply. Through Hanako's eyes one could see the cranking cog of a thinking mechanism. She never asked herself this question, yet the answer was deep inside her memory : speaking with the kami requires all of the methods Aritomo described.\n\n\"I grasp whatever is available before me, whether with my eyes by reading or watching, my ears through listening or my hands with practicing. And this is due to my younger years inside Shinden Asahina. You see, there, my sensei gave me scrolls and scrolls and scrolls of a langage that at that time, i couldn't speak nor comprehend. It's with her help that reading it and performing it came to me. I am more attuned to a precise watching then to launch myself inside what seems to me as a somewhat dangerous activity where heads are bonked. But you if you see fit that i practice in a more physical way, I'll respect your knowledge on the matter and perform.\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo nods, \"There is no need to rush into anything, as long as you are able to learn via watching and listening. There are, however, some lessons, that can only be learned by attempting... But I will teach only at a pace comfortable for you, since I understand this is outside of your usual area study.\" He says, going through another kata, this one focused more on using the blade as a tool to deflect, only making quick, calculated strikes, \"All forms of combat require at least a small amount of offense, the best form for defense is this one, which incorporates quick strikes to test your opponent's defense, while focusing on your own. The idea is to use as little energy as possible and wear your opponent out, until in their fatigued state, they grow reckless, and open themselves up to attack.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro heard there was many different forms of sparring and fighting. He still was a fan of sparring and whatnot. He saw Aritoma turn to him as he gives a small smile sharing his explanation of it. He gives a nod. \"Okay.\" He gives a small nodes. When he's what's Asahina ask if they knew defensive moves. \"Not really.\" He stated giving a small shrug. He soon heard her invite him to learn spiritual knowledge. \"Sure I don't learning spiritual training.\"" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "With this all cleared, Hanako stood and watch has the katas were performed. Each movement was precise and it reminded her of the Air kami, but in another way that she was used to. The two swordsman kept on showing her the basic of parrying and deflecting. One feinted an attack, the other answered according. She saw this almost like a dance, where two partners try to enter a flow state and without talking can communicate to one another.\n\nLike Water, they flowed from defensive stances to an attack posture. The scent of the city rushed through the dojo and the flow of time disappeared. Lady Sun continued her course in the sky and with her what was before an early after noon became darker and the night began to settle.\n\n\"It has been a truely remarquable performance and training mina-san - Hanako Bowed towards her training partners - With all of this you might be exhausted. Why don't we all go refresh ourselve and go enjoy a meal in the city together?\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo is putting the bokken away, and looks to Hanako, \"I am bound to go wherever you do, but since you offered, that does sound like a lovely idea.\" Once the weapons are put away, he goes over to his charge, \"Just say the word when you're ready, I'll simply need to get a couple of things from my room on our way out.\"* He adds. He then looks to Adohiro,\"Will you be joining us, Daidoji-san?\" He asks, awaiting a response. The what hair was free blew in the breeze that went through the dojo, carrying with it the scents of the city, making his mouth water a little, he had lost track of time as he trained with the others, and was now quite hungry" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "After a few sparring lessons and all, towards the end he began to get quite hungry. Ahh he was hungry, this was no fun. After the performance of each skill was presented, he soon heard Hanako's compliments as he gives a nod. \"A meal sounds delightful.\" He gives a big smile. \"I think that's a lovely idea.\" He said smiling. When he heard Aritoma ask if he was going to come he gives a nod. \"You don't need to ask me twice.\" He joked. \"I live for food and battle.\" He teased. He would set his bokken down. \"Where shall we eat?\" He asked giving a small smile." }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "\" I'm longing for something typical from here, why not just an inn? We can then connect with the lower people and ask them what specialty Ryoko Owari Toshi has? \"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo nods, \"That sounds good to me, what do you think, Daidoji-san?\" He asks the other member of their little group." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod. \"I think it's a great idea.\" He said with a big smile. He then would start to lead the group to have some food and a nice bath." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari walked alongside Adohiro to the dojo. It has been a long time since he had done any active practice against an opponent but this city seemed to demand it of him.\n\nHe fetched a wooden bokken and bowed. He walked to the far side of the Dojo, took a deep breath then turned and bowed once again to Adohiro. \n\n\"Our first duel Adohiro-kun,\" He smiled, \"I would not have expected it to come so soon, in a city so far away from home, yet let us see how the little troublemaker has grown.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro happily followed him as he would wonder if he was skillful and tactful in combat. He'd grab a wooden bokken l. Once he was at the other side he'd also now. \n\nHe gives a small smile as he gives a nod. \"Let's see how the old troublemaker has grown too.\" He said. It had been several years since they've seen each other." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari smiled. \"First to three? I think first to one would be over before you properly woke up.\" \n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod smiling smiling. \"Sure sounds good.\" He said with a small smile. \"Let's do and so it.\" He said." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari took a deep breath and allowed his eyes to close. As the air filled his lungs he let his body fall lose; only opening his eyes when he felt his body fall lose. \n\nHe began to count, waiting for Adohiro to join. When the pair hit zero he lifted his hand and waited for Adohiro to approach. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He wild quack hom get confused as once he counted, he'd launch a direct attack at his left flank. He'd attempt to strike him from that attack!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari knew Adohiro too well, he predicted the quick attack and remained still until Adohiro was close, then as the attack to left came he slipped backwards and let the young crane's weapon whip past. \n\n\"Always so brash Adohiro\" He said drawing his weapon and bringing down towards Adohiro's upper arm instead of aiming for the head or shoulder" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro sadly would not be successful in the attack. He'd feel the weapon hit his arm as he heard his brash comment. Once he hit his upper arm, he'd attempt to trip him up with his other leg!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari lifted his leg and slid backwards putting distance between himself and his opponent. \"I cannot teach you much Adohiro-kun, but one thing I may teach you is that you strike to quickly, If I were a better swordsman I could have taken your head... There are no second chances with death.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro noticed he slid away, unfair. The young crane heard him he struck too quickly and he could lose a head. \"I'm still working on that. I got an earful last time.\" He said. He'd attempt step forward and to slash the sword, but maintained a safe distance!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari slid back just enough to let Adohiro's sword fly past, \"Well its a good job we are in the dojo, and these are wooden if youre still learning.\" He held his attack, waiting for the young boy to recover and strike again" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro gasped when he missed and he'd attempt to jump and attempted to tackle him head on to the floor with his surprise attack that definitely could shock Masanari with the strange unheard of attack." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Adohiro's arms wrapped around Masanari's waist and pushed him back a few steps. Though his legs formed a wide base and Adohiro was unable to get the older crane to the floor. \"This is new\" He said looking down at the grappling Adohiro" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would attempt to try to bring him down but he was much bigger and heavier. He heard him state this was new. He would then try to trip him with his leg at least!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "As Adohiro tried to trip him, Masanari attempted to throw his feet backwards, sending them both to the floor and allowing him to use his slight advantage in weight to land on top, yet Masanari was not trained in Jujitsu and instead landed in a heap with Adohiro still clutching on" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro gasped when he soon felt himself he thrown. He felt himself be thrown to the floor, feeling the much heavier crane on his body. He winced and he'd attempt to start kicking his legs at him hoping it'd make him get up. While doing that, he attempted to turn the man over so he could have the upper hand.." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari needed to get back onto his feet, he kicked his body attempting to throw Adohiro off and slide out of his grip" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "His grip wasn't too tight causing him to be thrown off. However, he would try to launch another attack on him, attempting to jump on him in an attempt to pin him! It was almost a wrestling match to be honest!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari rolled and attempted to slice with his bokken as he did" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would manage to dodge by moving his body and he would attempt to swing his Bokken on his head!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari was too invested on standing and took the blow straight to his head, the impact shook him slightly, it was lucky that Adohiro had not put his full force into the blow otherwise his head could have split. Stumbling back Masanari for to his feet" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would gasp when he was successful. Thank goodness he wasn't using all of his strength, but it definitely might leave a nasty bruise. \"Oh I'm so sorry.\" He said as he quickly made sure he was okay!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari smiles as he steady himself, he tapped his bokken on the ground, come on then young Adohiro-kun let's wrap this up. Masanari slide to one side and sliced at Adohiro's body as he did so" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would bask when he soon saw him slice him. He didn't manage to avoid the attack. \"Oh darn!\" He said." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari smiled an slide back into attack once again, this time fainting to one side and attacking the other" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He smiled softly as he would try to sidestep. Once he did so he attempted to swing his bokken!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari lift his arms to lower the bokken and block" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He'd also hit at the same time as he would then attempt to tackle him!" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari went to speak at the two hit eachother then Adohiro tackled him once again. Unprepared Masanari went flying" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He would watch him fly, ouch. He'd wait for the thud as he backed away. He wondered if the fight was now over?" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari looked up... \"Do you count that tackle as a hit Adohiro-kun?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod. \"Of course I do it's still a knock!\"" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari smiled, lowered his bokken... \"Then it seems you have bested me\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Wait really?\" He asked gasping. He was super surprised now as he gives a small smile. \"So I won then?Or was it a tie? I wasn't keeping track.\" He said" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "\"You win Adohiro, this time\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He smiled softly. \"Yay!\" He cheered to his old friend. \"Thanks.\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo slowly worked his way through a kata before Hanako, \"When practicing with the blade, you must approach each strike as one would the stroke of a brush, thoughtful and precise, but also so smoothly that it appears instinctive...\" He guides the bokken in his hands through a slow, methodical dance, striking and partying his imaginary opponent, explaining each aspect, \"When facing multiple opponents, it is better to strike quick than true, so you can defend against all threats.\" They had spent most of the day in the dojo, training with various blades, finding the one that worked best for the young shugenja, he promised to teach her to assist in defending herself, and that's what he planned to do." }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "With a day of training inside this place, Hanako's legs and hands were weaker and weaker with the hour. Not attuned to this type of exercise, her movement were clumsy and each attack would be done at a great cost a sort of backlash at each time the bokken was struck down on the opponent\n\n\"It is with great difficulty that i failed to see the similarities between the brush and the sword Aritomo-san. I cannot and don't want to imagine the sensation of a blood covered brush. - Hanako took a deep breath and executed the strike showed by her teacher, without any trace of grace or precision, she then took the defensive stance that Aritomo began with this morning and waited for further instruction, her eyes betraying her fatigue- - Aritomo-san... I must ask you, have you taken a life before?\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo is silent for a long moment, as he approaches his charge, slowly pacing around her, observing her form. He reaches out with the bokken, gently shifting her own over to cover more of her body, \"I have...\" He states, softly, \"...It... It's not a thing to do lightly... When you do... Yo are forever changed...\" He continues, \"...I show you this so you can readily protect yourself if you're ever in peril... But I pray each day that the day to use my teachings never comes.\" He sits cross-legged on a mat, inviting her to sit across from him, \"Let us rest for awhile...\"" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "Carefully tacking a step back, Hanako sheathed the wodden sword in the respect he was due, treating the sparring weapon as a steel one. Such was her fear of those instruments of war. She then took place at the appointed seat given by Aritomo-san\n\n\" Do you miss your Dojo Aritomo-san? Being forced to protect and teach me must not what you dreamed of in your way towards Ryoko Owari Toshi - she chuckled at this idea - Any news from home or acquaintance you have made inside the city walls? \"\n\nHanako listened carefully the crane member, hoping to make him more comfortable after such a day of training. \n\"Be sure i won't let anything happend to you, i may not be able to be a menace, but i can certainly be a threat - Hanako's eyebrows frowned on her face as she mimic the strike her teacher showed her, but with her thin stature and non-existent muscle mass, this was more of a joke than an actual threat - We are both desperately in need of people to talk to it seems. And even more so of people to visit. It's been some time but during the crane's invitation of the Dragon and Unicorn clan, i had made some contact with both caln, tho i doubt anyone would remember me... It's been so long.\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo frowns at the mention of the Dragon, but focuses on her training for the moment, \"I do not wish to hone you into a menace, only someone thugs would give pause to the idea of attacking if you're ever alone, I don't plan to have you partaking in any duels, that requires a different from of training...\" He thinks on other techniques he can teach her that wouldn't necessarily require a large, strong stature, \"...If you wish to learn that art, I can show you, but it would be purely for academic purposes.\"" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "\"I would be honored to see the Iaijutsu art performed by a Kakita. Even more in practice then in real situation, for i'm sure no one can stand in your way when you decide something to be done\" \n\nShe took some step back to make way for the bushi to perform his art." }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo nods, \"I can show...\" He sheathed his bokken much as his katana would be sheathed for a duel. \"The art of Iajutsu is centered around performing a single, perfect strike, combatants normally eschew the use of armor, but there are rare exceptions, the conditions of a duel vary depending on the context and the clan who controls the land the duel takes place, but will usually be fought either to first strike, first blood, or for gravest of offenses, to the death...\" His serious tone somehow gets more serious, \"A duel to the death is an extremely serious affair, and such a challenge is not to be made lightly, and only for the gravest of slights, when honor demands it...\" He warns, \"...When I made the comparison to calligraphy earlier, it was more about the precision and purpose of the stroke, you cannot take back a brushstroke, not a strike with the blade, your strike must be swift, yet true...\" His hand goes to his bokken, \"...What I will demonstrate is the speed at which a perfect strike must be, but you must trust me to not harm you... As long as you stay still, the blade will not even touch you.\"" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "\"Are you sure this is the right course of ac-\" The swift and precise strike of the kakita slashed the air in front of Hanako and without leaving a beat of heart returned to his scabbard position.\n\nHanako trembled for a second then touched her face as to see if the strike hit her. Not a scratch, the only thing that she felt was the abrasive air that the elegant kata blow towards her. \n\n\"A marvelous technique for sure, experience is showed here... I my to believe you already used this technique in a .... Actual duel Aritomo-san?\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "He sheathed the bokken, taking the time to bow to his \"Opponent\", \"I have, in numerous duels, fought for a variety of reasons... Control of the blade is essential for any who would call themselves a duelist, knowing when the pull their strike and when to follow through... When to strike to hurt and when to strike to kill, it's an ability that can't be learned, but honed over years of experience...\"* He stands back up, \"As I said before, I will fight any duels you might be challenged to, I swore to defend your life and honor with my blade, after all.\"" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "\"In the special case that a shugenja makes a mistake to provoke the Crane clan in my presence, you will not have to lay your life for me. Us shugenja have a similar way of handling insult called Taryu-Jiai. My master warned me about it but fortunately i haven't had the case of using the skills necessary towards the defeat of another shugenja.\"\n\nHanako looked perplex, as if about to ask a ambarassing question. Then with all her courage she asked : \n\"Kakita Aritomo-sama, your duels... I couldn't but noticed your ...- Hanako paused for a bit, searching her words - Have you faced any Mirumoto using the Niten technique?\"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Arotimo looks away, showing his patched side, one of the greatest signs of trust the one-eyed duelist could show. \"I have... And yes, it was in a duel with a Mirumoto that I lost my mind eye... Though there is more to the story than a single duel...\" He sits on the floor across from her, inviting his young charge to sit and listen to his tale." }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "\" Oh... Do not feel forced to rewind unpleasant memory - Hanako sat and showed a listening posture and attitude -But be sure that it's with a pair of friendly ears that the story you are about to tell will be heared \"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "\"It is... More a tale of recklessness and foolish pride...\" He he states, \"...It all began with the Topaz Championship... I had already shown myself a a prolific duelist, and many of our clan, and others that watched, had favored me to win the final duel, which was against Mirumoto Hirohisa... Both of us were equally skilled, but he proved the better swordsman that day, and he was the victor...\" He pauses, there was more to the story, but he gave Hanako time to process before continuing." }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "\" It seems that his victory cost you way more than just the prize of being the Topaz champion. I understand your... Reluctance and inimities with the dragon clan. Well i can only try to imagine and not actually experience your life. \"" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "\"That duel was only the beginning of the story, after my defeat at his hands, I spent the next five years challenging all comers, seeking to home my skills to such a degree that when next we fought, he wouldn't stand a chance. Finally, when I felt ready, I stormed up to the e gates of his family's home, demanding he face me, at first, he tried to refuse, but I wouldn't let up, until he finally relented. We met outside, taking stances as a heavy rain started to fall, both of us had learned much in those years between our meetings, and we still proved equally matched, the only difference being, where his mind and heart were clear, mine was blinded by a rage that had been burning since that day. As our duel drug on, he attempted to convince me to call it a draw, and leave, but I was there seeking blood, and wasn't leaving without it, as I moved to strike again, I hit a muddy patch and lost my footing, and was unable to block Hiruhisa'a strike, and this was the result...\" He lifts the eyepatch to show the scar across his eye." } ]	57	5,728
205	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "The sounds of a general bustle could clearly be heard when Kakita Ryuno entered the Crane Embassy. The pair of blue-clad sentinels standing near the doorway each bowed to the young nobleman, and a moment later some house servants turned their attention toward him. \n\n\"Greetings, Kakita-sama. We are tremendously apologetic for any disruptions this afternoon- a great number of artisans are at work in the gardens. If you wish to speak with the ambassador, she is there in the courtyard overseeing everyone. But if you please, first let us unburden you from the toils of travel.\"\n\nAll of the courtesies common to the Crane Clan were shown in full. Servants offered to take his traveling pack, to change or clean his footwear, and to provide light food and drink if desired. After being assigned a tidily furnished room for storing personal belongings, Ryuno was invited to meet the ambassador, Doji Rika.\n\n–\n\nThe elderly Rika sat in her usual spot in the gardens, her warm blue haori and silvery-white hair shaded from the afternoon daylight by the boughs of the leafy maple above. She sat with her cane laid across her lap and measured intently the project now occupying the center of the yard- an enormous series of wood panel paintings. Numerous artists, all seeming to be of decent wealth and social calibre, were standing about and engaging in debates. Still more panels were being brought in and planted for viewing.\n\n\"Ah. You're joining us at an exciting time, Kakita-san!\" The old woman, a Doji courtier by all her mannerisms, happily nodded to Ryuno. \"Come, come - welcome to our embassy house, if this is your first time visiting.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "rocklobster200", "message": "\"Why, thank you, Doji-sama. It is indeed my first time, which is why I found it customary to confer this-\" \n\nRyuno pulls out an ornate fan that he may have bought a few hours ago within the city, its patterns like that of rising waves and topped off with the rays of sunlight beaming across the scene. \n\n\"A fan, for when summer comes and when you must adorn for any coming courts.\"\n\nHe bows, kneeling down and handing over the fan as a gift to offer the older Doji. Hopefully this gesture is the correct one, seeing as how she would be one of the authorities on the question of etiquette. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "The ambassador took the gift with due reverence, but showed no visible change in mood or posture. Perhaps the woman was simply not intrigued by fans.\n\n\"Thank you for the kind gesture, child. Your show of good courtesy does your family credit, and will certainly be remembered when the sun grows hot. Now tell me a bit about you. How was the road coming here? No troubles there, I hope? A brief story wouldn't hurt at all, I think.\"\n\nRika chuckled, as if amused to find some respite from watching the artistic labours unfolding in the garden. She waved to the idle attendant at her side to bring over a waiting tray of tea.\n\n\"It'll be a while yet before they conclude. Have some tea while it's still warm - I've only managed to finish half the pot so far. You may taste some familiarity; it's a selection right from the Crane heartlands.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "rocklobster200", "message": "\"The travel was quite a ways. My lord allowed me to roam wherever I could, so long as I still offered my life when danger came around, and so I was well within Phoenix territory until I was directed here.\" \n\nHe takes the teapot and pours over a cup for her first, seeing how as her station and age demanded reverence, before he made a cup for himself. He nurses his fill, not wanting to consume too quickly and indulge even further in the contents. \n\n\"This arrival seems auspicious, however. I was looking for ample reason to both do my duty and to possibly pursue the arts.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Rika nodded slowly as she listened to Ryuno.\n\n\"Well, you have certainly arrived at the right time and the right place. What arts have you studied, Kakita-san? They may be a great asset in embellishing our reputation. I have been assigned to further the goals of the Crane Clan in Ryoko Owari, and I certainly intend to do so. But my age and my work keeps me from going far outside of these embassy grounds. When you have fully settled in here, do go out into the city and liaise with members of the other Great Clans. We're looking to build up warmer relations with some of them.\n\n\"The Unicorn have long been our allies. I believe there are ongoing talks between them and our magistrate Asahina Tadayasu for renovating the Ide Residence; perhaps there you can lend a hand. And further I've received notice that they have come to cooperate with the Mantis Clan. Despite our past animosities, it may be prudent not to antagonize them for the current moment.\"\n\nShe finished with a slight huff of annoyance.\n\n\"Have you any personal affinities towards the other clans? That might be a place to begin. Our clan is seeking not only to build trust, but also to keep an ear open to any agendas ongoing. The Otomo may have this city in good order today, but still we must be prepared for a future catastrophe.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "rocklobster200", "message": "\"I consider myself amateurish in the art of theater. The need for attention is high, in spite of the typical notions of the steadfastness and humility of the samurai - to me, a good actor makes our name easier to utter, even to our finest enemies.\" \n\nHe consumes more tea. \n\n\"As for any affinities, I don't exactly show myself as a major advocate for any one clan, but I have the least amount of trouble rallying with and confiding in those of the Dragon and Unicorn clans... Despite one having a very Unique Way of dueling, one that I'm sure will echo through history, most of them have tried the path of introspection necessary to not be so arrogant. The Unicorn, by and large, are quite friendly, and that seems to be their main edge against the rest of us. Either way, these things are easy to deal with.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "The ambassador smiled. \"Acting is certainly a fine skill to possess, particularly in this city. I'm certain there will be opportunities to display your knowledge and craft in the coming months.\n\n\"Now, rather crucially, you must keep an eye out for your own safety. As a clan we have encountered many a threat from the criminal cartels and fireman gangs of Ryoko Owari. They are senseless thugs, but do not forget that they are well paid and equipped thanks to their benefactors in the Shosuro family. There are ashigaru guards stationed here if you ever wish for an armed escort. And if you require a partner to practice your martial skills with, I'm sure Kakita Kiyoko could lend a hand. She lives here with us in the embassy lodge.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	184	1,435
341.6	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "When Asahina Tomoki arrived at the doorway into the Crane Embassy courtyard, the sentries would bow in recognition of his status as samurai and allow her entry. Just beyond the threshold, a middle-aged servant would take a low bow, gesturing for the new arrival to follow inwards. \n\n\"Welcome to Ryoko Owari, Asahina-sama,\" She greeted. \"We have not had the pleasure of receiving you before, but we are most keen to. If you wish to meet with the Ambassador, she is not too busy right now - you may find her in the garden, this way.\"\n\n-\n\nAmbassador Doji Rika was inspecting the garden, as she could often be seen doing on days of fair weather. Though her complaints about the Scorpion city were hung on every ear in the Crane Embassy, she did admit from time to time that it was founded on good soils. The bounty of the River of Gold did not only enrich the most prized of Scorpion fields - but the grounds beneath the embassies also.\n\nToday she sat contently beneath the leaves of a growing maple, fanning her face while a young attendant standing beside her rattled through a small stack of unimportant letters. \n\nThe venerable Crane glanced up.\n\"Ah, a new one. May I offer a most sincere welcome to our little home, Asahina-san. I am Doji Rika, as you may have heard.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "loujacobs", "message": "Retracing his father's youth, Tomoki hoped to put the man's spirit to rest. And so Tomoki came to Ryoko Owari, passing through the city, to the Crane Embassy, and now passing Crane sentries, half-aware of what was going on around him.\n\nWhen he showed his badge to the sentries, Tomoki tried to grasp at the finer pieces of etiquette his father had spent so long teaching him. It was like trying to cup rain droplets in his hands. The pieces would slowly pool in his hands, but details would seep through his mind, gone and useless. Eventually, too much had collected, and he was overwhelmed as the knowledge overflowed. He stopped trying to remember etiquette, deciding he'd learn later and offend now.\n\nMentally exhausted, Tomoki mouthed a silent prayer to the kami and his ancestors for strength and guidance as he followed the middle-aged woman beyond the threshold. \"No, Ojisan, it's my pleasure to be greeted with such warm hospitality,\" He replied.\n—\n\nWhen he came upon the garden, Tomoki couldn't help but glance around like a starstruck child. His eyes appreciated the beauty and value of the herbs collected here. Herbs, he and his uncle would've spent hours hunting for in the plains.\n\nHe vaguely heard the woman address him, but used to being half-focused, he understood that she was greeting him and had told him her name. He approached the woman and stopped at what he hoped was a respectful distance, bowing to her from the waist.\n\n\"Greetings, Doji Rika-sama, I am Asahina Tomoki. Unfortunately, I know little of you, only that you are the ambassador of our family here. We hear of few things in the Anshin Province, but well met, nonetheless.\"\n\nHe paused, then smoothly added, hoping to appeal to the woman: \"This one hopes you'll look into your heart, which is surely magnanimous and great, as all Cranes are predisposed, and forgive me for any missteps in etiquette. It's been long since I've held the company of fellow samurai.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Rika waved him closer. \"Come, come. Those lessons in etiquette will naturally resurface, once you've spent a bit of time meeting with your brethren. Believe me, I've seen worse manners from people more experienced than you.\"\n\nShe chuckled to herself, then turned to command her young servant, who was now standing idle with the scrolls and papers neatly tucked.\n\n\"Let us have some tea. Something good for the road-weary. And bring out some rice and soup later for Tomoki-san.\"\n\nThe ambassador waved her attendant off with her fan. It was now just the two of them in the garden, and the faint, distant sounds of the bustling city beyond the walls. Rika folded her fan and set it across her lap as she continued to study Tomoki through her aged eyes.\n\n\"Make sure you eat your fill, Tomoki-san. I'm sure your days of travel must have thinned you down. We have good cooks here in the Crane Embassy, but you'll want to head out to explore some fine restaurants in Merchant's Quarter, I'm sure. No troubles or plights on the long road, I hope? Though I do enjoy hearing a good story if you have one to tell. As you might have already guessed, my duties and my age have kept me from wandering far.\"\n\n-\n\nAs they conversed, three attendants would carry out a mat, silk cushions and a small tray topped with a steaming ceramic pot and cups. The aroma of fresh tea with a trace of roasted rice filled the air as they poured a small cup for each.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "loujacobs", "message": "Tomoki drew near the woman as she'd beckoned, sitting across from Rika under the maple's shade. He gave a soft, polite chuckle in response to her witticism, thinking of his own experience with disgraceful elders. \n\nThe garden's fragrant perfume, along with the calming ambiance of the city, slowly coaxed Tomoki into a more relaxed mood. Rika, with her wise and considerate demeanor, effortlessly created an atmosphere of comfort, and Tomoki reciprocated with genuine openness and sincerity. 'I see why Rika-sama is the ambassador,' he thought. \n\nTomoki intended to gracefully decline the offer of refreshments, but his stomach betrayed him with a low growl, making any such plan foolish. Instead, he thanked Rika profusely for her hospitality and thanked her attendant as the servant presented the meal. \n\n—\n\nPrompted by Rika's questioning, Tomoki spun vivid tales of his travels to Ryoko Owari. He shared accounts of healing destitute wanderers on the road, noting a peculiar encounter with an injured samurai. \n\n\"Country folk speak of reavers and bandits on the road, but I met no such Hinin filth,\" Tomoki said. \"Instead...\" His voice trailed off, filled with clear distress and sorrow. \"I found no such men—only poor peasants left impoverished and bereaved by these clan wars.\"\n\nAfter clearing his throat, Tomoki thought of the present (of greatness) and said firmly: \"But let us not dampen our cups with tales of woe. Rika-sama, I am eager to hear of our success within the city. What news do you have to share?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "A small bamboo tray was served to Tomoki, topped with a rejuvenating meal of Crane design. A bowl of rice topped with slices of soft bamboo shoots, fish soup, a side dish of young eel, and a sampling of various pickled vegetables made during the winter.\n\nThe elder Doji sipped her tea in thoughtful silence as she listened to Tomoki. Nothing he said seemed to unease or upset her still countenance, as if all those concerns were distant and immaterial. \n\n\"Pitiful indeed. But we are making good progress here, steering our clan out of the chaos of yesteryear. The ugly dispute between the Unicorn and the Scorpion was rather Forcibly Bottled by the Otomo family intervention, and recently I've gotten news from our magistrate Asahina Tadayasu that we are arriving at a settlement with the Mantis Clan,\" Said Rika. \"Our old rivals are finally growing up and making amends for their vile raids on the coast and sea. Now isn't that fine news?\"\n\nShe paused to let the information sink in, taking another sip of tea. \"And what's more, our clan has been working closely with the Unicorn to undermine what's left of the old criminal power base in the city. I will not share too much detail now, but I expect that you shall hear of our combined success someday soon. There is much work still unfinished - more to be done to strengthen relations with the Unicorn, and with other clans, which I may task you with.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	320	1,708
350.384615	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "serann", "message": "It came to be, that the Crane Embassy was reached by a letter, addressed specifically to Kakita Saaya and signed by one Ikoma Kazuyo. A name that had, briefly, made some small waves within the city, before disappearing with Zenmai, the prior Lion ambassador. Apparently, now she had returned.\n\nHonored Kakita-san.\n\nMy name is Ikoma Kazuyo and while you may not have heard of me, I have heard of you. Of your high, prestigious position, in spite of your young age and your most recent return to the colors of the Crane. What I have heard, has always sparked my curiosity and I wish to meet you, now that I have a chance to, as I return to the City of the Rich Frog. I return in order to record the history of this great change happening and to properly present the soul of the Lion.\nIf you were to be so inclined, it would be my honor to get to meet you over a cup of tea and perhaps even add you into my records of history.\n\nIn genuine admiration,\n\nIkoma Kazuyo.\n\nThe letter seemed very friendly and cordial, but those who hear the name may have also heard about Kazuyo's exploits." }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "Kakita Saaya hovered over the reply, the quill pressing tight against her fingers. This wasn't something she was seemingly fond of but perhaps, just perhaps the bard could prove to be useful. After all, who's more in the loop than one in her position? If she held knowledge of any sorts, Kakita Saaya could make that worth while. Her eyes would however gaze the the honorific used. Either Kazuyo felt more comfortable than she should or she thought way too highly of herself. Then again, her clan was rustic in everything but war, something which was inherently rustic in itself.\n\nIkoma Kazuyo-san,\n\nWe thank the Lion's kind words as we understand that the rarity in them makes them that much more sincere. I pray your journey back was one of grace. In 3 days time, when the sun peaks over the Dragon's Gate, you will find me at the Gate of Condescension. Until then.\n\nKakita Saaya, Magistrate of the Crane\nBeneath lay her seal.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "serann", "message": "Kazuyo was positively giggly as she was reading the response. She very much enjoyed the courtiers who wasted no time sneaking a little jab into their very first exchange. Most Lion Samurai had to wait years for a war or true battle. Some never saw any within their entire lifetime. But Kazuyo found her battlefield virtually everywhere and everywhen. And a new opponent had just presented herself quite plainly. Only the goal was not to kill them, but to make them aid you, willingly or unwittingly. \nThe location was a curious choice. This close to the merchant quarter? This is a location She Would have chosen, if she had wanted to insult a Yasuki or Daidoji by implying that they are somehow connected to the lowly merchants there. Or was it the name alone? Establishing herself to be condescending.\n\nShe would swiftly write up a rather brief response to confirm the meeting.\n\nHonored Kakita-san,\n\nIt will be my pleasure to meet you there. You shall easily recognize me by the colors of my Clan, presented in appropriate splendor.\n\nFor a moment, she tempted to write 'I shall wait for you there to return from your business in the merchant quarter', but that would perhaps be a bit too much of an insult to put down in writing. So instead, she finished with a simple:\n\nUntil we shall meet under the arc of condescension,\n\nIkoma Kazuyo.\n\nWhich was certainly something that could be taken in many ways, but not technically wrong.\n\n\nAnd sure enough, three days later, Kazuyo would be arriving at the gate, gently fanning herself, within her mildly decorated litter. Stepping outside and letting her gaze fall over her surroundings. As far as she had heard, Saaya would be an attractive but sickly woman. Although the 'sickly' may simply refer to someone slim, when the word came from a Lion.\n\nKazuyo herself was dressed in a bright, sand and gold colored kimono with extensive, shining stitching. As always, she dressed as opulently as her station would allow.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "Soon, Ikoma Kazuyo would witness the bright, sky blue kimono decorated with a singular what body of a crane; the wings spanned over each shoulder, the tail flocking with each step of her bosom, each individual feather outlined in gold. At first glance, the head was absent but with a deeper scrutiny, the supposed head's location was exactly where the Kakita's own head was.\n\n\"Ikoma Kazuyo...\" A voice emitted from behind as Kakita Saaya bowed gracefully. \"You have requested my presence.\"\n\nKakita Saaya was indeed sickly but only to the detailed eye. After all, she like any Crane held the facade she desired to be seen. \n\|\|" }, { "author": "serann", "message": "Kazuyo was almost taken aback for a moment, when she spotted Saaya. Or rather: her dress. Almost. What a ridiculous outfit! It was Wonderful. She wanted one just like it. Of course, not with a crane. But all the intricate detail that must have gone into it! It must have cost a fortune. And of course: it required a high enough rank to warrant wearing. She felt a sting of jealousy, but not enough to emerge in her expression, as she bowed to Saaya in return, making sure to bow just a little bit lower. After all, Saaya had been an Emerald Magistrate.\n\n\"Kakita Saaya-san. It is an honor to meet you.\"\n\nOnly when her head rose again, she actually fully looked at the person wearing the kimono. She now understand what the other courtiers had meant. Saaya was pale, almost as pale as her white hair, one could argue and slim on top of that. Though, they also weren't wrong about the other part: she could not deny that Saaya made the look work for her. She emitted a certain, controlled grace.\n\n\"Indeed, I wished to meet you. How could I not? An Emerald Magistrate of such young age. Who would then go on to return to the colors of Lady Doji? And a powerful figure in the courts, I heard. How could I not wish to see you for myself and whether you measure up to my expectations? That and, of course, more mundane reasons of political nature.\"\nHer voice had just the slightest hint of a challenge in it, as if skeptical about whether Saaya could live up to what Kazuyo was expecting of her. One could also easily notice how, when Kazuyo rose to full height again, she did so with confidence and a slightly raised chin. As if to convey that she did not feel intimidated.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "Kakita Saaya was unlike the stereotypical Crane. Where many raveled in the poetry of words, danced in the petals of hidden meaning, and swam through the ocean of political dialogue; Saaya was different. Though she had the ability to recognize the reveling, she sought to own the venue. Although she could witness the dance for what it was, she sought to write the song. While she could understand the athletic dedication of swimming, she would seek to build the boat.\nThe Scorpion would notoriously categorize her clan as the actors, and themselves as the stagehands. Saaya however would retort that it is often the greatest of playwrights who were renowned as actors prior. So when Ikoma Kazuyo sought to play a game of writs, Saaya would struggle to impress. This was their art, the Lion had only begun to learn it.\n\n\"You humble me, Ikoma Kazuyo. Tell me, do you come on behalf of the Lion or yourself. You should know a city such as Ryoko Owari Toshi sleeps for very few.\" Saaya spoke softly yet her eyes lingered downward upon the Lioness, without waver. She continued to walk however, inviting Kazuyo to follow.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "serann", "message": "The Ikoma Bard was slightly annoyed, when Saaya simply started walking, without even making a formal offer for her to follow! For a Crane, the Magistrate was certainly not big on pleasantries, it seemed. But, as a bard, she was used to playing the role of the follower. After all, that was what they were supposed to be.\n\n\"For the Lion or myself? Why, there is no step or breath I take, that is not for my Clan and Empire. But I am here by my own choice, not by order. I am genuinely curious about the person you are. And I think we have much to offer each other. After all, who better to talk to about the Crane, than their Magistrate, who keeps a good eye on them? And what better ally could you have in your duties, than one who you can be certain is not... 'befriended' by the very people whose loyalty you may have to question?\"\n\nFollowing Saaya had an advantage, however. It allowed her to trail slightly behind when Saaya took off, to get another look at that kimono and the Magistrate within from behind, without it being obvious. She would have to find Saaya's tailor, later. And my, the Magistrate was certainly walking in it with grace. But she quickly hastened her step to be back at the Kakita's side. She knew her own weakness for getting distracted all too well.\n\n\"Might I ask where we're headed?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "Everything the Crane did held purpose. This was taught to the young magistrate time and time again throughout her youth. However, it wasn't until much later in life till the astute samurai-ko would come to understand its true meaning. Every clan would profess this but the Crane were not shackled by any matter that would seek to come in conflict with their service to the Empire. The Unicorn had their wanderlust for the unknown, the Dragon often found their heads in a realm outside of our own, and the Lion fought with their emotions which often was exemplified by how desperately they reached for military might. So when Kakita Saaya made a motion which might be seen as peculiar by another, be assured, there was purpose.\n\n\"When Cranes migrate, Kazuyo-san...\" Saaya paused glancing a look to the Lion with a soft bow. Doing this, Saaya would invite her counterpart to be a bit more familiar yet also gauge her reaction to know whether or not she was ok with doing so. \"...They do so often at very long distances. Some will die from hunger, others fatigue, and some will succumb to those who prey upon their demise.\" Her eyes glanced once more to the bard but this time, accompanied by a soft grin. \"Because of this, the Crane learns to not merely focus on their destination, a place they may never see but rather the meaningful journey they share with their flock.\" As they walked around the outskirts of the old section neighborhood, they would come across the limestone colored Dragon's Gate which was guarded by the five twining dragons carved around.\n-\n\n\"Beautiful isn't it? Tell me, do you remember why the \"City of Green Walls\" Begins and ends here at this very gate?\" The gate was indeed fascinating and Saaya could be seen enamored by the architecture before her. The pale hand would raise gently, brushing the firmness of the green. So much have these dragons seen, so much have they been through and yet, their beauty towers in the darkness that surround these lands.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "serann", "message": "Kazuyo was not surprised when Saaya changed the topic. After all, she was steering the conversation towards some very serious topics and the Crane courtier likely wanted to test her further, before addressing such. She did, of course, respond to the brief bow with her own, as if to silently agree to lowering the formalities. Just a bit, of course.\n\nThe talk of Cranes could, on one hand, be seen as the response to where they were going, but also, suggesting something about the nature of the clan and maybe Saaya in particular. With Cranes, you could never be entirely sure, but Kazuyo had long looked forward to measuring up against them. She returned the smirk, seemingly enjoying the playful nature of the diversion.\n\"A Lion must seem outright lazy and wasteful in comparison. Never worried about how much time they have left, spending most of their day in near sleep. Though they never truly are sleeping, always a minor disturbance away from awakening with unlimited wrath. Always waiting. For the next hunt, or the next threat to destroy. A Lion lives for the end. Theirs or someone else's.\" She turned to Saaya, her playful smirk returning. \"Very different animals, aren't they? I do wonder what a Lion would do, if it had to fly with the Cranes for a while, instead of waiting with its pride.\"\n\nBut the conversation was stopped, when they stopped in front of the Dragon's Gate. It really was a stunning sight. The years and labor it must have taken to build this was almost enough to even humble Kazuyo. Yes, she was very familiar with this structure. Coming here meant learning all about the previous military 'exercises' and 'skirmishes' which had happened to the city. Especially ones lead by the Lion.\n\n\"More beautiful than one can imagine. And yes, I am well aware: these used to be the original city walls, before they were taken in a skirmish with my very Clan, during the reign of Hantei the twentieth. Later replaced by the less beautiful, but taller ones outside. They say that when our Bushi saw the tower, they agreed, to a soul, not to use siege engines, but to take it in a costly, direct assault, so to preserve its beauty. Many of them died an honorable death taking it with blade and arrow, so that we may look upon it, now.\"\nIn truth, the Lion historians and bards suspected it far more likely that assaulting the tower with siege engines would never have worked, because it would out-range any assailing force, so an assault was unavoidable. The Bushi had afterwards likely been tempted to tear it down, so that it wouldn't pose such an obstacle when they would inevitably return, but decided against it because it seemed too great a shame to destroy it. Or perhaps they simply feared angering the other Clans. Nobody knew the certain truth, but it had been decided that the former story was in the Lion's interest to spread." }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "Saaya nodded in approval. Kazuyo was indeed the historian she was known to be. Learning, like many things, was an art form in itself and history was no different.\n\n\"You recall the histories well, Kazuyo-san.\" Breaking glance at the tower for the briefest of moments to also see Kazuyo's admiration for the structure. It warmed her spirit to find another outside her clan who could appreciate lurking beauty, even if it was in the form as something so blatant as the Dragon's Gate. \n\n\"'To preserve its beauty'\" Saaya would repeat softly as if to reflect momentarily on Kazuyo's words. Indeed, this is how the telling went and it was one in which Saaya enjoyed. \"Perhaps the Lion might learn to fly with the Crane after all.\" She couldn't help but to purse her lips though of course, it was done with a nod of her head. After all, there were few greater honors in the Empire.\n\nWasting little time, she would continue to articulate what had come to create in her mind.\n-\n\n\"While the Lion are second to none regarding military might, Kazuyo-san; understand that what is pursued within the walls of Ryoko Owari Toshi call for a more... Delicate solution. I have no doubt that in the Lion's wake, restoration can exist. However, it is much more favorable for the City of Green Walls to have Green Walls rather than, this.\" She said as she waved her hand gesturing toward the walls surround the Dragon's Gate.\n\n\"Ryoko Owari despite its faults could at least be counted on at all times to be surrounded by the Imperial colors but now, the City of Green Walls is seen as nothing more than the City of Lies. This is why my clan supported the city to be governed by the Imperial line. What greater loyalty than this? Shining light in a place which has strayed far from it. Theft, gambling, drug trades, And war.\" Turning to face Ikoma Kazyo, Saaya's normal relaxed gaze would pierce with a more violent thrust, yet her typical stoic demeanor and soft voice would remain the same. \"It would be best to remember this next time you implied I would ever need to question the loyalties of my clan.\" The magistrate would bow her head yet her eyes would hold. \"Is there anything else my attention is needed to address?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "serann", "message": "At the mention of a Lion flying with the crane, Kazuyo felt a wide range of conflicting feelings. Clearly, this was an attempt by Saaya to make her sympathetic towards the Crane courtiers. Or was it? The most difficult part, of the Game of Courts, was to realize where it ended. Because there, where the political games stopped, lied the true power to influence someone. Or to find personal happiness. Kazuyo's grandmother had always implied that the two were mutually exclusive.\n\n\"Thank you, Saaya-san. You honor me.\" She took a quick, almost familiar bow. Was this familiarity genuine? Or just part of the political game? Suddenly, she felt uncomfortably aware of how her grandmother had said, that distinguishing the two would be impossible for her, young as she was.\n\n\"And it is true. What greater wish could we have, than for the Imperial family to rule the city? To perhaps rule every city. I believe that in the depth of their heart, that every Lion Samurai yearns for a place of certain allegiance to the divine order.\" She allowed for a brief moment of contemplation to sink it. When Saaya's gaze challenged Kazuyo, she actually froze in place for a moment. This woman was well trained and more experienced than her. Did she want her to withdraw? To give in? Or was she challenging her? Regardless, Kazuyo had Matsu blood in her veins and she would not withdraw. Ever.\n\n\"But we both know that there are more souls, than just the loyal ones. The imperial family cannot afford to hold such a lucrative city, for it would draw the ire of selfish, tainted souls within the greater clans. They must hand over control of the city to one of the Clans, or the these tainted souls will see a opportunity to blame the divine, imperial families for every flaw in the City of Lies, despite them not having caused such. One of the great Clans will be granted control over this city. And no doubt, this choice will bear lasting consequences. Who do you think the Emperor will grant this city, Saaya-san?\"" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "The Crane magistrate thought for a moment on the Bard's words. Apart of them concerned her for giving such credence or even stage to those who would ever blame the divine.\n\n\"If you know of any tainted souls so willing to speak against the Divine, state them now so they may be struck down. This is grave information you hold Kazuyo-san. Are you truly willing to traverse this path?\" \n\nWhile Saaya lowered formalities, she would never become informal with the Bard. Their positions as they stood prevented even the slightest of comfortability. Thus, she would continue to scrutinize every point, sentence, and word that Ikoma Kazuyo would breathe. In doing so, there was hope that the Bard would back down from this foolish pursuit of hers.\n\n\"Assuming the Imperial families could not hold what is already theirs due to... \"Tainted souls\" Assumes these enemies are more powerful than the divine. But I'm sure a loyal, untainted bard such as yourself would never mean to imply such things... Right?\" Saaya cocked her head upward with a darting grin. Each one of her expressions could tell a novel to the right eyes.\n\n\"As for the granting of this magnanimous city, it is not my place to assume such matters. As far as I know, the Imperials do not intend to relinquish it and if they do, I can assure that the Crane will support whatever decision the Emperor blesses.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "serann", "message": "Clearly, Saaya was not willing to talk plainly. She should have expected as much, she was a Crane, after all. But Kazuyo would not let herself be presented as a doubter quite that easily.\n\n\"None are stronger than the Kami, but it is not theirs to interfere against every evil. We live to be tested, after all. Sadly, I could not give you any names, for if I had them, they would be long caught. But certainly, there have been times where souls, whose virtue fails their station, have managed to inflict harm upon the order of our mortal world. And there are no doubt more of them, hiding behind masks of genuine loyalty.\"\nIt would, of course, be far too rude to directly mention the Gozoku in front of a member of the Crane, but the implication could be guessed.\n\n\"Of course there will never be a military or political uprising that could ever be successful in the long term. Not with virtually all of us being true servants to the emerald throne. Not with the steel of the Lion, ever loyal. But it is all of our responsibility to not allow them a foothold. To not gain power in any shape or form. Though, of course, if the Emperor saw fit to keep the city under direct Imperial control, I am certain he knows and understands something that I cannot and that it will be the best choice.\"\n\nFor now, Kazuyo relented on trying to get an opinion out of Saaya. Clearly, this would take longer. She let her calming tone imply that she was ready to drop the topic and move on, if Saaya so wished. Best to grow some roots first, before attempting to harvest anything.\n\n\|\|" } ]	346	4,555
212.791667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Early one morning, the peace and quiet of the Crane Embassy would be rudely disrupted by a sudden cacophony of servants, new faces who had not been seen before but who proudly bore the colors of the clan they served. A jizamurai also entered with a stack of papers authorizing their presence and purpose. Over the course of the next hour the Embassy was thoroughly and vigorously cleaned and reorganized from top to bottom. Everything was made just so.\n\nIt would not be until far later in the day that the reason for such work was revealed. Stepping through the doors of the Embassy was a slight stick of a woman. Long, grey hair was tied back to reveal the lined, elderly face of the venerable Crane samurai. The intricately twisted cane in her hand echoed through the halls as it tapped slowly but methodically in time with her advance. Despite her age, she carried herself with the poise rivaling the Lady Doji herself, and her blue eyes shone bright and clear. \"Well, my word. What a quaint little Embassy. I hope the samurai here exceed the . . . High standards set by this place.\"\n\nShe did not seem concerned with the lack of a welcoming committee, instead content to slowly meander through the hallways and rooms, occasionally poking her head through a shoji screen—even at times opening them if they were closed—while softly humming to herself. After all, if she was to make this little place her home there would be no secrets held by the lovely—she was sure they had lovely personalities—guests who also made this building home.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko's eyes flew open as she awakened to the commotion of many feet quietly padding past her quarters. Her eyes darted around the room and she reached for her Kakita Blade, Reitenseiya, momentarily concerned that the embassy was being invaded. The samurai-ko had thrown off her futon cover in the middle of the night and sprawled as she slept, so she simply sat up and straightened her Jinbei Out. Kiyoko rose and put away her futon, then changed into a kimono and tabi. She slipped her wakizashi into her obi and stepped out into the hallway, sliding the door shut behind her.\n\nShe nearly collided with one maidservant, who apologized profusely even as she hustled past the Kakita duelist. Perhaps it would be best to find somewhere else to be for a while. Maybe the Onsen The Scorpion clan kept? Kiyoko returned to her room and retrieved her katana, slipping it into her obi as well. She then made her way to the embassy's foyer and slipped her Zori Sandals on, then quietly made her way out.\n\nBy the time she returned, the commotion had died down. As she returned to her room, she found an ~~old bat~~ elderly woman opening and shutting screen doors, seemingly at random.\n\n\"Obaa-chan, are you lost?\" Kiyoko asked helpfully. \"Whom are you here visiting?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro heard there was possible chaos going on in the embassy. He had no clue. He hasn't been given a specific notice of why it was like that. He wondered what was going on as he made his way over to the place. He saw the place looked cleaner than usual, way too clean. It was almost off putting. The place smelled good too which was a nice addition to it. He has 0 clue of what it was. \n\nHe decided to come here after the chaos was mostly over. How confusing and weird, was some high and mighty person visiting? He didn't think he got the memo at all. He made his way until he saw Kakita-San with someone. He heard her call her Obaa-Chan which he than realized who it was. He noticed her clothes was a clear indicator of her status. \"Greetings Doji-sama and Kakita-San.\" He stated. \n\nHe gives a look around the very clean embassy. Maybe the embassy should be this clean every day? It would look nice." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Oh what a thoughtful dearie you are, Kakita-chan. And so pretty too! I love the Natural Look. Why if one of my grandchildren were here . . . \" The old woman shuffled over toward the Kakita, moving slowly but gracefully to her side. Looking up at the duelist, she smiled warmly and sincerely. \"Not lost, sweetie. Whether at Kyuden Doji or Khanbulak, wherever our colors fly is our home.\"\n\nShe moved with surprising speed to interlock their arms, using it for support instead of her cane. \"It's been some time since I had the pleasure of walking side by side a nice young girl like yourself. Would you mind?\"\n\nThe elderly Doji did not wait for a response, moving forward once again and peeking into rooms at random until another voice called out. She did not turn to face the person who spoke, but responded all the same. \"Daidoji . . . Adohiro-san, was it? My my, they make them younger and younger every year don't they? Though I'm glad to see a samurai of your quality here Within The Embassy walls. The rest are out on important clan business, no?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Who Is This old woman? Kiyoko wondered. She smiled awkwardly at being referred to with the -chan honorific. Did she just imply that she would set up Kiyoko with one of her grandchildren if they were present? Flattered as she was by the compliments, she still balked at the idea of marriage. The Kakita duelist scarcely had the chance to regain her composure before the old woman had taken her by the arm—well, nothing for it. \n\n\"No, not at all,\" She managed to say. Kiyoko dutifully followed after the elderly Crane woman, hesitant to ask her name or introduce herself now, as the Doji (at least she could tell that much from her kimono's mon) led her down the hallway. Halfway down the hall, she heard a familiar voice behind them and turned to look at Adohiro momentarily. It wasn't really noticeable, but she rather hoped that the boy took the pleading vibe she tried to give him with her eyes.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro did hear Kakita be called Chan which seemed odd. However he soon heard the lady mention his name. He heard the crane were getting younger and younger. He noticed Kiyoka stated at him with pleading eyes. He wondered how he could help her, but had no clue. \"Oh Kakita-San, how are you doing?\" He asked. \n\n\"Yes, Doji-sama. Most of them are out for business.\" He spoke up. He wasn't sure how of how to help poor Kakita, but decided maybe conversing with Doji-sama could help. \n\n\"How was your trip here, Doji-sama?\" He asked. He did wonder why there was no letter sent out about her visiting the Crane embassy today. ." }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Koharu's eyes narrowed upon returning to a very different embassy from the one she'd left. Objects that hadn't been moved for months had suddenly shifted around. Something was clearly up. Where did this gaggle of people come from? Annoyed by the unexpected upset caused by some important functionary or another, Koharu at least had the sense to make herself presentable before stepping out from the eaves.\n\nThe old Doji was a surprise. Koharu played with the possibility that she was a visitor for some erstwhile bureaucratic purpose, but the signs all indicated that she was more of a permanent fixture in Ryoko Owari. \n\n\"Doji-sama,\" Koharu said as the group proceeded down the hall towards her. \"We are most gladdened - and surprised - by your arrival.\"\n\nKoharu and all the servants and sentries took a low bow as the elder Doji passed them by. Koharu might have been content to say her piece and let the visitor wander, if she hadn't been held down by sheer puzzlement. So clearly the clan leadership has not been reading any of my reports.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"It was long Daidoji-san. Long and tiring. But,\" She said, rapping her cane on the floor, \"We do not journey for fear of the travel, but in expectation of the destination.\"\n\nComing up to the Crane bushi, the old lady's eyes twinkled as she smiled happily. Bowing to her respectfully, using the duelist to pull herself back up (not that the Kakita would have felt much given how light the lady was), she produced a small envelope and held it out for her. \"Doji Koharu-san, the pleasure is all mine. The presence of Daidoji-san led me to believe all the important samurai were elsewhere, but I have never been happier to be wrong. Mayuki-san sends her regards.\"\n\nShe slowly took in the assembled samurai around her, lips pursing into a thin line. Then she nodded, coming to some sort of conclusion in her head, before she spoke again. Her voice, though thin, carried with surprising strength. \"Kiyoko-chan here was giving me a tour of this Embassy. Nice enough, but maybe a little on the stuffy side. She asked me a question, one I think I should ask all of you: are you lost?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Now the old woman was calling her by her Given Name, Kiyoko thought with a measure of alarm. She definitely had not introduced herself to the woman, so the fact that this Doji knew her name spoke to an alarmingly good memory for details like embassy staff assignments. So this was the new ambassador? Kiyoko would have to be on her toes around her. Especially Since Doji-sama seemed to have taken a liking to her.\n\nKiyoko remained respectfully silent as Doji-sama spoke; she held her silence in the wake of the woman's question. The samurai-ko kept her expression carefully neutral, curious to see how the other embassy staff might respond. She glanced at Koharu, curious about her, in particular, as she had scarcely met the guard captain, and knew precious little about her.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro gives a nod at the old lady's words. \"I agree, traveling enlightens the mind and broadens the horizons.\" He spoke up. He noticed Koharu enter the place, hearing her speak up. The place definitely looked different with the big cleaning that was done. Everything was rearranged or moved completely. He heard there was some samurai left here with surprised him. He thought most were busy right now and all. He heard that Kiyoki was taking her on a tour. He was a bit surprised when he heard the lost question. He wasn't sure of how to answer that. He thought it was strange Kiyoki was being called by her given name. Was it some relative? He cast a confused glance at Kakita, wondering if she knew her at all." }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Koharu crossed her arms as she listened to the old Doji. Great, and now she wants to test us. She wasn't keen on volunteering herself, but as was proper for the 'eldest child' in the room, she had to be the one to entertain the question. \n\n\"We are beset by many crises,\" Koharu replied, \"And our roots have found little purchase in this poisonous soil. Perhaps we are lost, but we have not lost hope yet, Doji-sama. With the support of the Unicorn, I have faith that we shall see this city restored to order.\"\n\nKoharu could be perfectly patient and humble with a senior and superior, but that didn't dissolve the lump of mild annoyance created by this sudden arrival of change. She idly wondered what had inspired the clan leadership to elect such a representative, and without any word of warning.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"You speak well, Doji-san, doubly so in the silence that surrounded it.\" The little woman freed her arm from where it was wrapped around the Kakita's, gently patting it as she did so. She walked over so that she could face the gathered samurai, resting her weight on her cane as she peered up at them. The eyes were still bright, but the woman had shifted from kindly grandmother to elegance.\n\n\"I hear reports of what is happening here. Deaths at our doorstep, our own Magistrate returning home barely able to stand, ronin invited into these halls as if it were their own!\" She slammed the cane down onto the wooden floors, the reedy noise echoing through the room they currently found themselves in. Disdain, disappointment, and irritation now filled her words. \"To all of this I have but one question:\n\n\"What are we doing?! When the Scorpion lost their hold on the city, did we bring our power to bear to strip away their rights in the court; when our samurai disappeared in the streets, did you investigate; when word of the despicable acts of Mantis treachery against Doji Shizue reached your ears, did you hunt down and drag their killers from the bowels of this debased hive and force bring them justice? No!! You sit, timid and secure within your walls baking Pastries.\"\n\nShe took a deep, calming breath, wilting for a moment before bringing her full stature back to bear. \"Doji-san clearly knows her way, but it seems to be reversed. We are The Crane. We are the shining center around which the rest of the Empire circles. If the Unicorn are to restore order to this city it will only be because We Allow it. We should not rely on them, they should be relying on us. We have lost our way here in Ryoko Owari, and I—Doji Rika—am here to put us back on task. Pray I do not topple from age before my task is complete.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "alt.cn", "message": "The older gentleman, more mature than elderly really, shuffles into the embassy after a few detours to wildly different teahouses of varying qualities. The place seemed ornate, and it was a little strange that with so many people entering and exiting, the general volume became a little quieter... Until he hears the uncharacteristic scolding towards someone in particular. He moves on over to the source of the noise, that being maybe 3 or 4 of his own fellow samurai.\n\n\"Salutations and sincere hellos. I do not want to be presumptuous, but it sounds like there's some negativity flowing through this place; I heard Scorpions as well? Be it from me to demand anything, but could I be filled in as to what's going on?\" \n\nHe pulls out a small scroll, unraveling it to show out in the open.\n\n\"I am a transfer here - Kakita Musage: former teacher of the Kakita Dueling Academy, and legal champion for disputes. Considering the overwhelming population of Scorpion, I think it's my duty to be both informed and cooperative.\"\n\nMusage tucks away the scroll, bowing to each person of note currently within this section of the embassy.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko stood awkwardly in the wake of ~~Granny Doji's~~ Doji-sama's eloquent speech. Having not been present for all of the misfortunes the Crane had suffered in Ryoko Owari, she did not feel that this diatribe was directed at her. Instead, it felt a bit like being present for a wayward child's scolding as a third party. She felt out of place: like she was observing an intimate family scene she had no business observing.\n\nSo when a middle-aged man came shuffling down the hallway, she was relieved for the distraction. He even looked somewhat familiar. Kiyoko narrowed her eyes, searching her memory and coming up empty. A flash of recognition struck as he announced himself, however: he was a former instructor at the Kakita Dueling Academy. Had this Kakita Musage ever been one of her teachers? She couldn't recall. A Sensei then, if not Her Sensei.\n\n\"Ah—Welcome to the City of Lions, Musage-senpai,\" She said, bowing respectfully. The samurai-ko glanced at Doji Rika. Were they aware of one another's assignments here, or did she seem as in-the-dark as Kiyoko was? \"We were just receiving—informally, anyway—our new ambassador, Doji Rika-sama.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro glanced over seeing Koharu's expression. She didn't look too happy. He heard her being up the crisis which definitely was worrisome for anyone to deal with. He gives a nod at her words. The representative seemed very nice, almost motherly. She treated them like children it seemed. He heard her talk more and heard the loud noise echoing. He heard someone walk in and he turned his head to hear the speaker. \n\n\"I know I heard something important was stolen here.\" He said. Of course he didn't know what was stolen but maybe someone finally could tell him. Since no one had." }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Koharu held steady as Doji Rika spoke, keeping her expression and posture placid and collected. A good scion of the Doji family should Never Flinch when a superior talks down to them - and Koharu had learned it the painful way.\n\nShe considered Rika's words, and felt a brief need to refute them. It was the whole embassy's reputation being called into question, after all, by someone who hadn't dealt with the hardships the city had beset them with. An outside representative of the clan. But Koharu knew that she lacked anything material to combat Rika with - and publicly going against authority without grounds for opposition was a battle lost.\n\n\"Much of this is true,\" Koharu said slowly. \"But the tides change swiftly in this city. I am confident that with guidance, this embassy may prove to you its usefulness still. And certainly my peers -\" She glanced around \"- are equally glad to demonstrate their discipline, henceforth.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"The tides do move swiftly, and the Crane are to be the anchor around which the waters of change flow. We must be that stability, now more than ever.\" The Doji nodded at the new addition, acknowledging his presence but not disrupting her flow of thought. She shifted the weight on her cane, putting more of it on the stabilizing staff. \"Had I arrived announced, I would have seen what the charming samurai here wanted me to see, instead of the place As it is. But, my dears, do not worry, now that I see the picture fully we can act accordingly.\n\n\"First, these documents that Daidoji-san speaks of. We have had important items stolen from us, and we will reclaim that which was ours. If they are an enemy they must be dealt with. Second, our Crane samurai are dying. I believe our Magistrate is newly arrived, but it is far past time we discover the truth. Third, and most importantly, I have reason to believe the killer of Doji Shizue, our Champion's sister and beloved member of our family, is being hidden away amidst the newest nobility in this very city. Until the Mantis produce their shinobi And Provide reparations, they are no better than the dirt on our Geta.\"\n\nRika sighed, body wilting after her long speech. Her eyes closed for several seconds. \"I will be inviting some other Ambassadors to speak with me soon, reaffirming alliances and testing their strength. Questions?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko cleared her throat quietly in what felt like another awkward silence and took a deferential tone as she addressed Rika. \"Doji-sama speaks well. I think I can speak for all of us when I say, only tell us what to do and we shall do it. No questions but that.\"\n\nA pause, and she added, \"And which ambassadors will Doji-sama be inviting first? The Unicorn and Mantis?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He heard his clan mates talk among each other about the situation. There definitely was a lot of stuff happening here and it seemed to grow more dangerous than ever. He perked up when he heard about the documents that were stolen. Of course he wasn't told of the exact text that was stolen. He heard her mention the samurai dying, it definitely was a difficult issue to find what was happening exactly. When asked if there was any inquiries, he didn't really have any at all. \"Doji-sama, what were the stolen documents exactly? I haven't been told of them or anything.\" He questioned. He wanted to know what was exactly stolen since most didn't tell him any of this information." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Yes, the Unicorn would be high on the list, and calling in the Mantis to pay for their crimes against us too. Also the Phoenix require our attention, it is no secret the affairs between them and our allies in the city. We must do what we can to smooth over this.\" The old woman nodded politely at the Kakita for her wise question. Knowing who exactly would be gracing the Embassy soon would benefit everyone in their preparations. She raised her cane and pointed it at Kiyoko. \"In addition, I want you to be there for whatever we find for leads in our investigation of the death of our samurai. We need to be ready for anything.\"\n\nTurning her attention to the boy, the old lady smiled again. The cane settled down once more in front of her. \"Child, everyone knows what they need to in order to perform the duties they are asked to accomplish. No more, no less. Your willingness to help is noted, Doji bless your heart.\n\n\"And as for you, Koharu-san. For you I have an order: keep up the fine work. Oh, and one more thing—Daidoji Uji-sama informed me you have received a promotion. I am not sure what that really means when you're not on a battlefield, but congratulations are in order.\" A slight bow of respect at the Crane warrior, and Rika seemed to have completed what she set out to do. At least for now. \"Well, I think that gave the stewards enough time to put my belongings in order. Kiyoko-san, I am afraid I have not found the Ambassador's lodging yet. Would you be a dear and walk me there? I think I shall take a brief rest now. Work can begin tomorrow. Yes, that will do nicely.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Koharu bowed deeply. This was indeed unexpected news - apart from reports delivered to Daidoji Castle using the Harrier network, she had scarcely been in contact with the secretive daimyo. Perhaps Saneyori was observing her behaviour on Uji's behalf; that was not uncommon for the Iron Cranes. Still, she doubted that the promotion had much to do with her own actions, rather it was Uji having a renewed interest in the City of Lies, and Koharu happened to be the most available agent here. \n\n\"I will do my utmost to meet Daidoji-sama's expectations,\" Koharu said. \"And to serve this clan faithfully in his name.\"\n\nWith the clout she had just gained, Koharu could leverage more resources to her advantage. But by equal measure, she was descending deeper into the shadow game being played beneath the city's surface.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded her acknowledgment to Rika. The words were sparing, but Kiyoko was grateful for them nonetheless. Further, as a Kakita herself, she had a vested interest in the investigation into the deaths of these Kakita samurai. As Rika concluded her instructions, Kiyoko turned to the newly-arrived ambassador and offered her her arm. \"As Doji-sama wishes. Unless the cane is enough...?\" She said, indicating said arm.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro heard about needing to smooth the relations with the Phoenix. He noticed Kiyoki was picked to lead the investigation, how lucky. He wished he got picked to lead investigations. He felt like he could help at least, maybe be an assistant? When he heard his reply be answered about what the stolen documents were, it seemed like everyone was tight lipped as usual. \"Kakita-San, may I assist you in the investigations too?\" He asked." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko started to lead Rika away toward the ambassador's quarters, but spared Adohiro a nod over her shoulder. She wasn't sure exactly how useful the Daidoji boy would be, but he Had Been a previous magistrate's assistant. \"We can discuss it more later,\" She said. She would have to figure out where to begin, herself. Maybe Koharu would have an idea.\n\n\|\|" } ]	206	5,107
196	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "linnefer", "message": "When the young samurai arrives at the gates of the embassy of the crane, she does so alone on the last droplets of a rain. No yojimbo to appear big and tall, no retainers to carry her things, a paravent or umbrella. Not even a servant with spare sandals or a bundle. It's just the young woman in the russet furisode, wearing just a tiny accent of green in the obiage under the dark brown obi. The Wakizashi in its sheeth doesn't sport any decoration, though it is still the weapon of a samurai, if humble. The wagasa protecting her from the shower of rain that had fallen on the way is made from wicker and oiled paper, the only decoration on it a swirl of maroon painted onto the off-white paper. \n\nAs she talks to the guard at the entrance, she offers them a scroll about the width of a foot. \"I hope it does not hurt the feelings of the members of the high house of the Lady Doji to be presented with what was painted by someone that hasn't learned at the great school of the Kakita. Please present this to your masters and ask if they would meet a member of the fox in return.\"\n\nThe scroll shows a vague landscape in Sumi-E. The brush strokes that create the imagry were set careful. Black delicately was used at the start, feathering out into lighter grey and fading as more water was used for each stroke, before adding more ink for the next series. In the end, it became an almost classic image of cranes in swampland. In a twist the artist did add the vague outline of a fox' face hidden in the decorative reeds. \|\|Artisan: Painting (Animals) 4\|\|\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "daphreak417", "message": "When Kage saw the Mantis he was annoyed. Dealing with the Mantis could get messy and he hated being assigned to be the speaker there but we would do his job.\n\nKage wore his finest Blue Kimono and some light makeup which is a little odd but it worked and he held himself straight and tall.\n\n\"Greetings Mantis-sama. *Bows* I have been sent on behalf of the House of Doji as a representative. How may I help you?\"\n\nHe was confused why they sent him. Generally he dealt with international affairs as most people in Ryoko Owari Toshi didn't trust Kage. He wondered if it was a test. Well whatever, he'll do his job.\n\n\"Also I feel I should say that the House of Doji is flattered by your gift. Even though it is not a Kakita piece it is still a very fine work. But we must kindly decline such a beautiful gift" }, { "author": "linnefer", "message": "As she is brought to the room that Kakita Kage was waiting in, the young woman enters with an instant deep bow, her dark hair tied in a knot bobbing a little, a small streak escaping on her left. As he calls her Mantis, the left eyebrow jerks for a tiny moment. In reply, her eyes dart over the edge of the collar of her opposite, seeking for family crests before she answers the question by bowing again, deeper this time.\n\n\"I am honored that Kakita-sama sees this lowly Kitsune Meiko on such a short notice and without a letter to set up such a meeting.\"\n\nAs he offered first praise, but then a decline, the young woman gave a little wave to the image.\n\n\"Kakita-sama, the gift is my offer to the families of the Crane clan as a sign of appreciation to the leadership role they take in artistry. I hope you can accept the time I poured into it in an effort to emulate what your artists create.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "daphreak417", "message": "Kage was internally amused when Kitsune-san was surprised that he knew her Clan.\n\n\"As thoughtful as it is the Doji family cannot accept such a beautiful work. It's simply too much\"\n\nHe loved etiquette but the gift process was always tedious. He studied her making sure she wasn't a threat.\n\n\"And it is lovely to meet you Kitsune-sama. Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Kakita Kage, Crane Diplomat.\"" }, { "author": "linnefer", "message": "Bowing a little deeper at the claim that her painting was too much to try and hide the little flush, Meiko slowly shakes the head.\n\n\"But Kakita-sama, I wish for you and the embassy to have it so you may find in its lack of skill what you miss about the works of the Kakita family so much more. In seeing my gift's errors from their superior ways, please, have it as an example how a fox tries to barely achieve what a new student at the Kakita academy surely does better.\"\n\nWaiting for the acceptance, the young Kitsune stays bent some more moments before she straightens her back.\n\n\"While my own attempt of art may be far from the Kakita's greatness, I hope to at least have your ear when I ask a tiny favor in return and nothing more. It's really nothing of importance in the grand scheme, but in this town and province so devoid of lush forests but the few that were claimed by the spirits of the land. A lush grove, close to the city's walls and bearing trees of sakura would surely help alleviate the land's deficiency.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "daphreak417", "message": "\"The Doji will humbly accept this fine gift. And I will be honest, if you hadn't told me otherwise, I would've assumed that you studied at my family's School. It's fine work.\"\n\nFinally this tedious refusal thing is over. He handed the gift to a servant and told said servant to take it to the recipients. He remained stoic. His makeup stood out against the sun lighting up his skin through the windows. Strange for a male Crane much less a Crane official. \n\n\"If you really have not trained at the Kakita School I would suggest you enroll sometime. Your skills would be of great value there. I learned there myself and can attest to that\"" }, { "author": "linnefer", "message": "\"Thank you for the appraisal, but I doubt that I would be allowed to study at the great Crane schools as they are rebuilt, considering that I would be much older than those that attend them, and that as someone with the Gift I have other matters to tend to besides pouring my pasttime into arts.\"\n\nBowing humbly, Kitsune Meiko manages a tiny smile, such a difference to the Crane in her face without a speck of makeup.\n\n\"But maybe you might bring some of the beauty of those schools to here? The art of creating a garden grove is something that I heard is also taught, and the gardens of the Palace of the Doji are famed far and wide to have been the second most beautiful after those of the imperial city.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	190	1,372
56.75	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro the young crane decided to plant some seeds from some of the fruits he bought. He had already eaten the fruits and thought maybe he could save money by planting the seeds. It'd be cheaper. He gives a glance as he dug the dirt and dropped the seeds. He gives a sigh as everything was mostly planted now in the garden and hr now had a few more deeds to do. He didn't know if anyone would come here." }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "Yukibana enters into the garden, picking up some flowers and sniffing at them gracefully. He looks over to the Daidoji, clearly gruff and adorning the symbol of the family.\n\n\"It seems you're a bit overworked. Have you considered giving this a rest? Flowers can bloom in surprising ways, with or without our intercession.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro gives a glance over at her soon seeing her walk in. \"I don't think I'm overworked though but thanks for the advice.\" He spoke giving a glance at the flowers she had. \"They're fruit seeds though. I don't know if they'll grow. I have no information on how to grow them though.\" He gives a sigh." }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"Perhaps you need to coddle them; think of them as a child until they grow. Plants are the fruit of the earth, fruit being the food of man.\n\nBut I think you would want a true Asahina to tell you that, rather than a half-born.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Hmm maybe. I guess we'll just have to see.\" He said. He has no few if this soil would work for them but he had no clue. \"It seeks you know a lot about plants.\" He said interested a bit." }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"No, not really; it's just a lesson in socialization. I see your toil, I claim I am part Asahina, and I dress effeminately... Few would argue what I say. \n\nThat's not to say I am a liar, as these things are true; I am just a Crane, the same as you.\"\n\nYes; Yukibana was a man." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a glance over a bit confused as he gives a nod. \"Oh interesting. My toil?\" He asked wondering if he could actually. \"Want to help me plant the rest of the seeds. Oh right, I'm Daidoji Adohiro.\" He grinned giving a small bow after standing up." }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "He gives a courtesy bow back.\n\n\"Kakita Yukibana, of the Kakita Dueling Academy... Though my job is guided through my lord, who is an Asahina, so you can imagine the dissonance between what I know and what I must do.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod as he heard his name as he greeted him. \"Oh interesting.\" He spoke. He wondered what it was like working for the academy. \"Oh we should spar maybe? That sounds fun.\" He said with a smile." }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"I don't think so. The sword is important to use Sparingly, So as to not adopt a - so to say - Lion-esque mindset.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a confused glance. \"I guess so. But isn't also good to polish one's skills at times too?\" He asked. \"And to learn from others?\"" }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"The best training is within the mind and in action...\n\nAlso, I am not a fan of fighting in these clothes; they're quite expensive and elaborate to sully.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "The young crane gives a glance over at his clothes. \"I guess they are. What brought you to the garden though?\" He asked. \"Do you garden?\" He asked the young male wondering if he did." }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"I quite enjoy looking at the art and fruits of the labor... And no, I'm no gardener - as I have said prior, it's all in posturing that could lead you to believe that way.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a stare at him hearing about the posturing. He gives a nod. \"Wanna help me plant the seeds though!\" He asked as he scraped the dirt to make a few holes." }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"I very well could.\"\n\nYukibana takes off his scarf and jinbaori before taking off each individual earring, gently placing them down the relatively clean pavement. He then takes a few seeds and deftly places them down in the hole, intentionally spreading some above the soil for added measure.\n\n\"Ick... I may need to clean my clothes now. This city feels dirty even in its cleanest areas.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a glance as he watched him take his earrings and scarf off and a few other materials. He watched him plant the seeds, he was shrouded he did so. He seemed like the type who didn't want to get his hands dirty. \"Oh nice thanks.\" He said. \"Yeah you definitely don't want to wear dirty clothes in public.\" He said. \"I'm surprised you are helping me. I'll be sure to share some fruit if they ever grow.\"" }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"Despite the bad aura of this place, I doubt it will be so barren. I would advise getting the aid of a shugenja proper, as they are more attuned to these things... Just make sure it isn't an errant Soshi or Yogo.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He cast a glance over heeding he get a shugenja proper. \"Oh okay. I wasn't planning to but I guess I could.\" He said giving a glance over at him. \"Oh wanna go out and get some good food! I know a good few places around here.\" He smiled." }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"I think I must pass. Eventually, I must meet with our ambassador, if and when they come around... I was sent as a courtier, of sorts, so politics is why I'm primarily here.\"\n\nHe picked up his stuff and walked away, placing them upon his diminutive pony before wrangling it up with a leash.\n\n\"Until next time, perhaps?\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He heard he needed to meet the ambassador. \"Oh want me to show you the way to his office? It seems everyone gets lost.\" He said. He heard his words and he gives a nod. \"Well of course.\"" }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"That would be good, yes.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "\"Let's go then!\" He said. He would put the shovel he was sort of was using back in its place. He then would quickly wash his hands. Once done he began to lead him inside. He went down a few twisting hallways and to the ambassador's office. \"Here it is!\"" }, { "author": "strudelfan2023", "message": "\"Thank you, Daidoji-san. I think it would be best for me to rest here while you convalesce back home or somewhere else.\"\n\nHe bows again, deciding to sit down on the floor next to the office door." } ]	56	1,362
200.058824	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"Ah, Kakita-san.\"\n\nKoharu sat cross-legged on the wooden walkway surrounding the Crane gardens, staring out onto the pond as its freshly thawed waters rippled in a dry wind. Her hair was knotted high, in the fashion of a commander. Cranes of straw gold stood brightly against her fathomless blue haori, which seemed to be a fresh, spotless garment of the New Year.\n \nOn the floor beside Koharu was a flat-topped wooden case, containing several tightly wrapped parcels. One had its cloth wrapping opened, revealing a bundle of long, thin bamboo rods. Arrow shafts. Koharu raised one to her eye and turned it with her fingers. Too warped. She marked it with a dot of red paint and set it aside, turning to face Arai. \n\n\"I hope you do not mind if I work as we converse. I know of everyone who resides within the Embassy, as my duties require of me. And I am sure that likewise, you have heard of me, Kakita-san. But we have not had the chance to speak in a moment of quiet yet, have we?\"\n\nShe selected another shaft from the case as she spoke, checking it for flaws.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "It was a grey morning for Ryoko Owari Toshi. It was only a day ago when Arai watched the commander enter the city from the streets in the rain. \n\n He had never met the martial Doji, before that. He had heard of the Garrison Commander of the Crane since his first hours within the city but she had left before they ever spoke. \n\n It was only a few minutes that the rain had stopped when Arai grew tired of the inside of the embassy. He stepped out into the gardens for a breath of fresh air addled with the smell of wet earth, a smell he much loved, when he happened upon the Iron Crane, while examining an arrow. \n\n He was surprised to hear any voice as he usually woke up before everyone else. \n\n \"I... Do not mind at all. Good morning, Doji-dono. I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance.\" He said while offering a respectful bow.\n\n The swordsman felt lucky he got to acquire new garments before the officer had returned to the city. He wore his new black, silken haori with the Crane Mon at the shoulders, over his clean white gi and black kimono. He carried his sheathed katana in his right hand. A simple, unadorned sword in a black saya and a deep blue tsuka.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"With the arrival of spring, we must prepare the embassy guard for the year ahead. And that requires taking careful inventory of our arsenal and our personal belongings, even the items we rarely use. A warrior can never know what will fail first in battle. Their weapon, their armour, their saddle... Their body or mind. So each of these must receive their due inspection.\"\n\nKoharu sorted the last of the bamboo shafts as she spoke. Most of them had dried out straight in storage, but even with delicate care the bamboo could crack or bend, as all natural things. For her half-emptied quiver, eight fresh arrows would do. Koharu packed away the rest of the shafts and began fastening willow leaf arrowheads to her selection.\n\n\"Have you something to ask, Kakita-san? You are free to speak your mind if so. Or if you simply wish to walk the gardens a while, you should seize the chance. The next rainfall is not far off.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "Arai regards the woman for a second. He is not sure if the woman wants to concentrate on her arrows and is politely shooing him away after a quick inspection. \n\n Nevertheless, she was in the right. His sword was tried less than two months ago and he'd been wounded. His sword saved his life and had rejuvenated his respect for weapon maintenance.\n\n \"You set a wise example, Lady Doji. May I join you?\"\nHe said lifting his sword to eye level with his well-trained hands offering another respectful bow, lowering his gaze slightly." }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Koharu motioned for Arai to sit after bowing her head and shoulders in response. It was at once a strange and familiar feeling to see a warrior show such undeserved respect. In her youth, given her family's status as a prominent branch of the Doji tree, plenty of household warriors would show great reverence in every action. After spending years wearing the swords and the armour, Koharu now counted herself as a bodyguard's equal. But someone like Arai wouldn't think of her in the same manner.\n\n\"Your company is appreciated. Again, if there is something you wish to say, I am open to hearing it, good or ill.\"\n\nThough absorbed in her work, Koharu's tone seemed earnest and open. Her fingers moved deftly, giving each arrowhead a tug as its fastening set. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "Arai bowed a slightly deeper after Koharu's invitation for a split second. He rose and walked towards a spot in the same walkway, about 4 feet away from the Iron Crane where he sat in seiza facing her. He lifted his yet sheathed blade to eye level again, saying:* \"With your permission.\" He then turned his body to face the center of the garden.\n\n He moved the sword with liquid movements, holding the tsuba with his left hand at the height of his stomach, holding the blade in a diagonal, upwards angle. With his right, he pulled the saya upwards, slowly and ritualistically until the blade was fully revealed and placed the saya on his left. He then touched the blade carefully with his fingers and laid it on the floor in front of him. He then produced a small, black round container from his pocket-sleeve marked with the painting of a somewhat faded cherry tree and a small brush. He opened the container revealing a white powder for polishing and laid it on the floor and picked up the sword, again with his left hand in the same angle as before making sure it was outside the imaginary confines of the walk way and with his right he begun gently striking the blade along the length with the brush after having dipped it in the fine powder.\n\n \"I have only been in Ryoko Owari Toshi for a few months, Doji-dono and it showed a great many things during this time. I need to report some of them to someone of higher status than mine in the Clan, so that it will be made clearer for me to understand what is important to report in service to the Clan. The one time I met with Kazuhiko-dono after certain events, it was in the middle of the entirety of members of our Clan.\"\n\n He stopped the polishing of the sword to turn his head to face Koharu with a shy smile.\n\n \"It felt particularly awkward. I didn't know half of them and to start talking about bloodshed in front of esteemed guests... Well...\"\n\n He realized it was a good time to hold his tongue. When did he become so talky?" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"I know what you mean by that. At times we must avoid discussing matters of death, for the benefit of those around us.\"\n\nKoharu breathed in, drawing in the scents of wet wood and bamboo that were left adrift in the garden air. Indeed, there were those within the Crane Clan that clung to etiquette at the most inconvenient of times. Particularly during the season of life, it seemed to Koharu that nothing could ever be plainly said. \n\n\"But we need to stay informed about happenings in this city. You and the others may report matters of security or of military concern to me, if Kazuhiko is preoccupied with matters of administration. He and I will both hear of them eventually, I'm sure.\n\n\"We are warriors, Kakita-san. That heritage cannot be forgotten; the other clans will certainly not forget it. We each have our duties in court - and each have an art to practice, beauty to create. The blessings of the Crane. But when the time truly comes, even those who are not skilled in battle must someday don the armour. Better that we are all prepared for it than not.\" \n\nKoharu herself was not the type to speak elaborately, but the thoughtful conversation gave her ample time to set the arrowheads and and bind each one with precision. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "\"Agreed.\" He said in a rather solemn manner while closely examining his sword for scratches or chips. And indeed, his previously virgin blade was now marred with a fresh scratch. It was probably the work of either the sai wielder or... When he beheaded that guard. \n\n It was awfully cruel wasn't it? To end a man's life, mid-sentence. Daring to express anything but obedience to the samurai's ultimatum of cooperation or death.\n\n Koharu's words rang true. Spirits do break, some more easily than others. Arai chose not to be one of those which break easy.\n\n \"Will you hear my report then? Even in this unofficial setting?\"" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"Of course, you may report if you wish. It may come to matter to the Clan in the future, regardless of how great or small its current importance may seem.\"\n\nKoharu would have to be cautious in the future, though. If she was truly to captain the growing garrison of Crane soldiers in Ryoko Owari, she would have to exercise more and more discipline. For now though, in the quiet garden with only herself and Arai present, an informal report wouldn't bother anyone. Koharu turned slightly, putting another arrow aside, listening.\n\n\"It was my intent to learn more about the current state of the city, regardless. Much has transpired in my absence, I'm certain.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "Arai takes his eyes of his blade, reliving that chaotic night. He gathers his resolve and brings all the images back with all the detail he can recall as he begins his report.\n\n \"Less than two weeks after my arrival, I received an invitation to an inn bearing the Name 'Eiji's House of Delights...\"\n\n He says the whole story. From the events in Eiji's and the private conversations among certain participants to the information he'd gathered from surveiling the place and the difficult battle that followed... Up until his departure with Bayushi Kaori. That... It wasn't that it was private. He just didn't know what to make of it, yet.\n\n \"I am certain there is another location. I have sent out letters to the participating members of the last operation and some have agreed to meet. All, but Masanori in fact.\"" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Koharu listened closely. Her face did not betray any emotion, but it was indeed a concerning tale. A better commander would've perhaps known how to assemble a stronger response, but all Koharu could do from her position was to avoid straying from her path.\n\n\"Under different circumstances, I would offer you some assistance with clearing these problems away. But we are already under close observation by the Scorpion Clan, and my return to this city is not about to ease their worry. I suspect that Utaku Masanori has arrived at a similar conclusion. The commanders of both our clans must act more tactfully in the future, or else incite problematic accusations.\n\n\"I will be meeting with the Unicorn leadership in the coming days, once our security forces have been properly organized. I'm transferring a few of my duties over to Daidoji Saneyori-sama, who will be present with the guard if you must report again while I am in the field. Utaku Masanori and I will have other matters to oversee. I'm entrusting you with closing out this operation of yours, Kakita-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "Arai wished for more than a 'thank you for telling me, there's nothing I can do'. He had only learned to navigate the more common streets of the city, much less its criminal underbelly.\n\n Nevertheless he bowed in acceptance. He had come to be of service to his Clan. He'd be disappointed if it was easy.\n\n \"I shall do my duty, Doji-sama.\" \n\n He slowly rose. He didn't know when he'd see the Commander again so he might as well try to learn as much as he can. She was just a few years older than him, it was natural for burdens to weigh down on her. Too young for the comatose magistrates, bickering ambassadors and kidnapping rings.\n\n \"How is out magistrate fairing? Do we have any suspects?\"" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"The missive we received at Daidoji Castle told us that the magistrate had grown strong enough for the journey home,\" Koharu said. \"When I checked on him, Daidoji-sama was awake and seemingly well. But he admitted to me that he could not sit up for more than a couple hours a day, and he cannot do much in the way of exercise. I heard that it is not uncommon for one's cognitive abilities to suffer after a long coma - Daidoji-sama seems less affected on that front, but a few events seem difficult for him to recall.\n\n\"The daimyo's physician's orders were to escort the magistrate home. He won't be able to accomplish much in Ryoko Owari in his state, for another three to six months. No good leads on the criminals, although I suspect that in this city it matters little. With the laxness of city security, there seems to be no end to the list of places to search. Indeed the Scorpion guard has slackened so much that Lion bushi are now volunteering to pick up their duties. I've seen it myself.\"\n\nIt was also why the Crane garrison was being expanded, or part of the reason at least. Koharu had hoped to use the new soldiers to unearth more about the magistrate's case. She was silently glad that Daidoji Aihara's wellbeing would be put in more competent hands than hers. His work, however... It was going to weigh more than one life." }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "Arai tried to read Koharu. With no magistrate to assume a Magistrate's duties, Koharu was stuck doing his job without the appropriate support. Kazuhiko was awfully busy with matters of court, he doubted she'd get any more support from him than Arai did.\n\n Koharu earned some additional respect from Arai. She was here for the work, easy or not. Good.\n\n \"I can't be sure of who to trust in this strange company... But I could try to persuade Kaori Bayushi to take a more active stance. She seems to have a personal interest in the punishment of villains. She could be invaluable in a search although... After so long whatever trails must have gone cold.\"" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"As long as we are making allies I am sure the Ambassador will be quite pleased.\" \n\nShe doubted that Scorpion involvement in the investigation was going to be without a secondary intent. Yes, certainly some of them would be self-motivated to hunt down criminals in the city. But Koharu couldn't know if the Scorpion was intentionally or unintentionally monitoring the group.\n\nKoharu packed up her completed arrows and the scattered materials, indicating that her work was finished. When it was done, she turned to add one more thing.\n\n\"I believe that you are all capable warriors. However, based on what you have reported, I also understand the risks of sending only four, now three fighters against a prepared enemy. If you are in dire need, we can utilize our garrison for a quick rescue - but do not ever lightly involve the Crane military if such action can be avoided.\" \n\nShe fixed her gaze on him, wondering how well Arai would fare in command.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "lemmygoestothepub", "message": "Arai was humbled by the responsibility. To be trusted with the lives of warriors was a great honor and an even greater duty.\n\n \"It will be with the utmost care and deepest duty that will guide my judgement.\" He said with a deep bow, his eyes lowered a bit as one must to a superior. When he rose he continued.\n\n \"May I also ask that I train with these men?\"" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "A pleasant suggestion, though Koharu would keep herself from celebrating right away. Certainly, it would be a good test of aptitude for the young duelist. And it would take a duty off of her list, should Arai prove capable enough. \n\"Of course - I permit you to do so at your convenience. And I look forward to seeing your improvements. Maybe a fresh mind will conceive of something we have missed,\" She said, as the two exchanged a parting bow. \nIn the empty courtyard, the rain began to fall once more.\n\n\|\|" } ]	176	3,401
39.166667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari spent most evenings in the office before he retired to his chambers, he waited to see if any members of the crane clan attended so that he could record any information that they wised. Information was necessary in such a chaotic city" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro would notice someone came in. Curious he would head towards the space seeing it was him. \"Hello Masanari-San.\" He smiled with a smile. He had a wooden bokken witb him." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "\"It is pleasant to see you this evening Adohiro-san, shall we go to the dojo? As I said to you, I may soon need to put the practice into action \n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a small smile. \"You too. Of course we can.\" He said with a small smile happily. \"Sure we can practice. What do you want to practice on exactly?\" He asked as he gives a small smile. M" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "\"Anything that may save my life\" \|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod. \"Sure let's head to the dojo and we can. How about you spar me first and I'll give you some pointers?\" He smiled softly grinning. \"Is that okay?\" He asked." } ]	46	235
207	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "It had been a while since the Unicorn Ambassador visited the Crane to speak with another functionary. True, she had met the Doji who made this embassy her home, but those visits were odd and the Utaku often left feeling patronized. This time, though, she did not seek the legal knowledge of the elder Crane. Instead, she found herself in need of a civil planner.\n\nLuckily, her second had met one among the Crane. Their Magistrate, a man named Tadayasu, had been a part of the rebuilding efforts of the Leatherworkers Quarters. Now she hoped those same skills used to build could be used the theorize and calculate. A servant led her through the halls towards her office, and Kazuko felt a familiar nervousness as she approached the Asahina's office. Diplomacy she was slowly beginning to come to terms with, but business? Her clan was skilled in this field, but not the Utaku and certainly not her family.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "The door to the office slid open a handspan. \n\n\"Asahina-sama, the Unicorn Ambassador is here to see you presently,\" The messenger's voice announced to the room.\n\n\"Invite her in. Have some refreshments brought, and let us be otherwise undisturbed.\"\n\nTadayasu was alone in his writing chamber, as he liked to be. Golden light streamed in through half-shuttered paper screens, leaving the impression of broad leaves and branches from the shading tree outside. He had chosen this room in particular because of the cooler climate it offered. Some of the other offices simply caught too much sun or an undesirable draught.\n\nHe did Kazuko the courtesy of shelving a few of the items cluttering his table. Samples of azure and black clay shingles he had been comparing, books of inventory items and records, and the metal guts of a small seismometer he had been tinkering with. Once all was more presentable to the eyes, Tadayasu took his seat and fastened up his outer haori, wondering all the while if he ought to have been more prepared for the inevitable meeting.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The Ambassador stepped in, surveying the surroundings briefly with an appraising eye. Relatively arranged and organized, but clear signs this was an office where work was done. She appreciated that. Doji Rika's so-called office was pristine and planned, beautiful but only for display's sake. Hollow. The Utaku's office was more like the one she now entered, albeit a little less organized.\n\nShe bowed respectfully, as was befitting a woman of her status to one of lower, then began to sign as her trailing servant translated. \"Good day to you, Asahina-san. I am certain Ambassador Doji-san explained my needs and that of my voice, so I will spare you the standard formalities. Thank you for meeting with me. I have many ideas for the future of our clans' work in this city, but as I am so often reminded in my tenure here I am a soldier, not a bureaucrat. Certainly not an engineer. The focus you can provide will help us move forward to achieve our shared goal.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Tadayasu offered a gracious bow to Kazuko as she entered the room. His attention remained upon the Unicorn Ambassador as her translator spoke, casually surveying her demeanor. She fit the description quite well, Tadayasu observed. Evidently a woman of martial accolade, placed somewhat unnaturally in a landscape of papers and letters. He deemed it best not to wear out her patience with unneeded words, as a minor courtesy.\n\n\"Utaku-sama, I am most humbled. Shall we all sit?\" Tadayasu gestured, as a timely tray of tea, cold vegetables, and fruit was brought into the room by a pair of attendants.\n\n\"I have heard many touching tales of the altruism shown by the Unicorn towards my clan,\" He continued. \"Naturally we would endeavor to return this grace. Indeed I am knowledgeable on matters of civil infrastructure and machinery. You have a concern today which requires my attention?\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	205.5	828
178.7	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "I could really go for a trip to the hot springs right now, Kakita Kiyoko thought as she trudged up to the open gates of the Crane embassy. An attractive woman with pale porcelain skin accentuated by a distinctive beauty mark to the right of her chin and platinum-white hair worn in a chin-length layered bob, she was attired in the simple white gi and black hakama that she had worn to train in that morning, and quite sure she reeked of sweat. She nodded to the pair of ashigaru standing guard at the embassy gates, scarcely paying them any further mind as she made her way beyond the gates toward the embassy's armory. A bath sounded wonderful about now, she thought—quite stuck on the thought of washing away the sweat of the morning's training—and shifted a bundle of bokken, wooden practice swords, from one shoulder to the other.\n\nThe Kakita duelist silently deposited her bundle in the armory, made a note to inform the quartermaster that one of the ones she had taken with her that morning had broken, and returned to the main gate via the garden-lined path she had taken to the armory. Although the heat was starting to get oppressive, Kiyoko still slowed her return trip, happy to enjoy the garden's tranquility as a gentle breeze set the leaves of the flowers and juniper trees that lined it rustling. Maybe the words to a haiku would come to her as she dawdled.\n\nDawdle, she did, but the words did not come—and then after only a few minutes, she started to get distracted by how sweaty she felt. Definitely time to return to her quarters and a bath. Kiyoko looked up from the hyacinth that had most recently caught her eye, and started for the main entrance to the embassy again.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi had finally arrived.\nFor a moment she stares at the Crane Embassy finding some relieve on the familiar architecture, the white walls and bluish tiles. It is an impressive building and still, it was hard to find among the erratic streets and other buildings of Ryoko Owari.\n\nYukimi has a delicate figure, the large bun on top of her head suggests her black hair is rather long but it was now tied for travel. She wears a white kosode and a blue hakama beneath a grey haori that had collected some dust during the travel. The scroll satchel at her side was visible even before the mon of the Asahina family could be noticed on the haori.\n\nAt some distance the young shugenja was followed by a servant girl and a grey pony that was caring some bags, a parasol, and the little supplies left after the long journey.\n\nCrossing the gates, into the gardens of the embassy, the sight of a beautiful white haired samurai-ko was definitively a relieve, and also certainty that she had reached her destination.\n\nYukimi moves slightly to the side of the pathway and stops offering a low bow to the the other Crane, greeting in a gentle, but noticeable shy, tone:\n\n\"Good morning.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko paused at Yukimi's approach, just outside the sliding door that led into the embassy's foyer. She glanced past the woman, shooting a dark look at the ashigaru at the gate. She hadn't heard them greet this woman. The servant girl and the pony in Yukimi's train caught Kiyoko's eye then—this woman must be another newly-assigned staffer. The Kakita returned Yukimi's bow. \"Good morning,\" She replied. \"Are you a new arrival? I am Kakita Kiyoko.\"\n\nShe must be a shugenja, Kiyoko thought with a glance at the scroll satchel at Yukimi's side. \"Allow me to welcome you to the Crane embassy of Ryoko Owari Toshi. Were you told to expect anyone when you arrived?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "\"Hai. Hai. I'm Asahina Yukimi, shugenja from Shinden Asahina. It is a honor to meet Kakita Kiyoko-san.\"\n\nYukimi then seachers her sleeves as she speeaks:\n\n\"I'm very greatful for the welcome. After such a long travel it is good to find a place that evokes some familiarity...\"\n\nFrom her sleevs she produces some lettters and travel documents and her eyes quickly scans one of them:\n\n\"My sensei, Asahina Heitaro-sama, only asked me to come and serve the clan as needed. I believe my arrival is unannounced, no one is expecting me, but I bring a letter from my sensei and another from my Daimyo. So, hopefully, the clan will make use of my presence, if my humble skills can be of any assistance.\"\n\"Does Kakita-san know who should I approach? May be a secretary to the ambassador?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Likewise, Asahina-san,\" Kiyoko replied. She motioned for the shugenja to follow her, then opened the sliding door into the main building of the embassy compound and stepped inside. Sliding her sandals off at the entrance, she stepped up onto the raised interior floor. \"I do not know whether our new ambassador has a secretary or not, now that I think about it. Doji Rika-sama has only been here a short while—as have I, really, but longer than she has.\"\n\nThe Kakita moved toward a hallway and glanced over her shoulder. \"For now, I can show you to an unused room that you can use for your quarters, Asahina-san. We can check in with the ambassador after that. No doubt she will be interested to know that we have a new shugenja assigned here. If she does not know already.\" \n\nDoji-obaachan Did Seem to be disturbingly well-informed, after all.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi promptly follows the Kakita once invited. She also leaves her sandals before entering the building.\n\n\"Hum...\" - Yukimi mutters as she hears the Kakita talk about the ambassador, showing she was still listening altought her eyes were drifting through the place.\n\nWhen offered a room Yukimi bows deeply once more:\n\n\"Thank you, Kakita-san.\"\n\nThe shugenja nods in agreement as she carefullyu enters the room. She leaves some of the weight she was carring from the travel and also gestures for the servant to bring her stuff.\n\n\"If I may ask, how long have Kakita-san been here? How is the city?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko led the Asahina woman down a long hallway, then paused in front of a sliding door. Opening it a crack and peeking in to make sure it was one of the unoccupied ones, then slid it the rest of the way open. The Kakita then motioned with her head for Yukimi to enter.\n\nThe room itself was completely bare, with tatami mat flooring and, since it was an interior room, four unadorned rice-paper walls. A single wall scroll hung from one wooden support column, with the Rokugani character for \"Courtesy\" On it.\n\nKiyoko watched impassively as Yukimi entered the room, followed by her servant. To the Asahina's question, she replied, \"Not long. Maybe a month or two? I admit that I have lost track of the days. The city itself is not so bad. People are people here, just as they are in Kyuden Kakita or Otosan Uchi.\"\n\nShe still wasn't entirely sure how much of the sobriquet 'City of Lies' applied to its non-samurai denizens, given that she never had to pay for anything herself. But the tensions between the various Great Clans weren't really all that different here from the City of the Rich Frog or any other city with multiple Clans vying for power in it, either.\n\n\"Does Asahina-san wish for a few minutes to settle in?\" Kiyoko asked. \"Or I can show you around the embassy grounds. We can see if Doji Rika-sama, our ambassador, is in, also.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "\"It is good too know that rumors are just rumors about this city. I have never been away from Asahina lands so I was concerned this massive city would be overhelming. But Kakita-san says wise words, \"People are people\", indeed.\n\nThe shugenja seems to find some confort in those words. She quickly leaves her stuff and the dusty haori behind. Once the load a lighter she looks ready to follow. Yukimi nods negatively when asked if she needed a few minutes:\n\n\"All is well, I don't wish to inconvenience Kakita-san any longer than need. I appreciate your time and your kindness in showing me around. L'm ready to proceed.\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded wordlessly. She turned on her heel and stepped into a room across the hallway from Yukimi's, where she deposited her own katana on a daisho stand—her own room. She then stepped out of that room and headed down the hallway back to the foyer, assuming that Yukimi would follow her. Once they were back in the foyer, Kiyoko continued walking toward an exit on the far side of the simple tatami-floored room, and said succinctly, \"The foyer.\"\n\nThe Kakita woman continued out onto a veranda, where she pointed out the gardens on that side of the embassy compound: a handful of cherry-blossom trees, a few juniper bonsai trees, some bushes and flowers, and a small path that meandered between them all and a small pond filled with koi fish. \"It is usually cooler in the garden than in the embassy itself, especially in the evenings,\" Kiyoko noted.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi followed the Kakita with quiet steps but very curious eyes noticing the paintings on the rice paper or any decorations on the corridors.\n\nThe view of the garden brings some relief to Yukimi: \"It is a beautiful garden. I have a koi fish back home, she is blue and white like a porcelain pot, belonged to my grandfather once. I wonder how long these ones have been here, how many people did they see come by. Does Kakita-san have any pets?\"\n\nYukimi is momentarily distracted by the garden, but after a few moments she recollects herself and is ready to keep following.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"If you see a white cat, that is Rokuko-chan,\" Kiyoko replied. \"I don't know that I would consider her 'mine,' but I am caring for her now. She belonged to a Crane magistrate who vanished some time before I arrived in Ryoko Owari.\"\n\nA faint smile flickered across the Kakita duelist's lips. \"When I found her, she was living in a trash heap behind a restaurant in the northeast wharves area of the Merchants' District.\"\n\nTurning and moving off the veranda toward the embassy's library, Kiyoko glanced over her shoulder at Yukimi. \"Did Asahina-san not bring the koi with her? Or are you having it shipped here later?\"\n\nThey arrived in the library, which was a large room with a single low desk and shelves filled with scrolls and books lining the walls. They also overflowed the desk itself, and the floor in front of the desk. Apparently no one had bothered to pick up that pile of books after it had fallen to the floor the Last Time she was here, when Adohiro was giving Her A tour. That probably said something about how often the library was used, she thought with a mental shrug. \"The library.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "\"I see, it very kind of Kakita-san to look after Rokuko-chan.\"\n\nYukimi is still following the Kakita but her eyes drift through the place so she doesn't seem to notice that the Kakita glanced towards her. Yet, the shugenja is paying attention to the conversation:\n\n\"I did not, I was worried it would miss the pond, the weather, the other fish. Also, I'm sure Aona will be well cared for while I am here.\"\n\nYukimi attention is drawn quickly to the pile of books, to which she approaches traying to glance over the titles, wondering what kind of books people would keep there.\n\n\"I can see myself spending some time around here too.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded in acknowledgment of Yukimi's compliment. It helped that Rokuko-chan cleaned up well—the Kakita woman would not have been so keen on caring for a cat covered in filth, or that frequently came home covered in the same.\n\n\"How long do koi live for?\" Presumably, long enough that Yukimi was confident it would still be alive whenever she returned home from Ryoko Owari.\n\nKiyoko glanced at Yukimi as the Asahina woman approached the piles of books on the desk. For her part, Kiyoko had only briefly looked over the titles. Only one, a pillow book called Sei's Diary: The Life & Times of an Imperial Courtier in Otosan Uchi, had even momentarily caught her interest. Probably, more pillow books were in those shelves and piles of scrolls and books, along with reports, and maybe a few poetry books.\n\n\"No doubt Asahina-san would have it all to herself, given the state of things.\" It Did Seem like no one else had visited the room in at least a week or four.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "\"The average is 50 or 60 years if I recall correctly, but is not uncommon for well cared for fish to go over 100 and eventually even over 200 years.\"\n\nYukimi stood up after bending briefly to read the titles.\n\n\"Hum... Indeed, I think I could make the options here more interesting too.\" - Sounds like she have some ideas about the place: \"But lets not take any duties before I hear from Doji Rika-sama, the clan may have other plans for this humble servant.\"\n\nAfter a carefull look around the shugenja seem ready to follow again.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko walked out of the library wordlessly, trusting that Yukimi would follow her. She led the shugenja down another hallway, pausing at one set of sliding doors to open it and poke her head inside. It was a large hall, with tatami mat flooring and a small raised platform at the opposite end, devoid of decoration slung for a few wall scrolls bearing calligraphy. \"The mess hall. I think it is a bit early for them to be serving lunch, though.\"\n\nWithout further commentary, Kiyoko slid the door shut again and led Yukimi farther down the hallway, then outside. The pair passed through another garden filled with small juniper trees and other shrubberies, then toward a long wooden building. Again, the samurai-ko paused before the door, but this time, she did not open it.\n\n\"The barracks. The armory is in here as well, should Asahina-san require a bow or spear.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi follows Kiyoko taking the change to get familiar with the place. The lack of details and decorations also means Yukimi scans quicker through those places.\n\n\"Oh, I will have no excuse to skip my archery practice then...\" - she says with a little more humor than disappointment, but still sounds like having a excuse, she would skip it.\n\nThen, sort of out of the blue, Yukimi asks: \n\n\"What is your favorite art, Kakita-san? Any counts, martial or other.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Kenjutsu, of course!\" Kiyoko exclaimed, uncharacteristically animated as she turned back to the shugenja. \"There is nothing quite like the clash of blades to reveal what is in your own heart, as well as another's. And then there's the intricacies of each of the various kenjutsu styles themselves. Like, even beyond the iconic rivalry between the Kakita and Mirumoto styles, there is the hard-hitting Hida style of the Crab, and the subtly deceptive style of the Bayushi. Truly, seeing a master of any of those styles is almost a sacred experience! I once fought a master of the Akodo Kensai school, and it was fascinating seeing how his Jodan kamae Led into his Chudan kamae, or how his—\"\n\nWith every word about kenjutsu, Kiyoko leaned in closer to Yukimi, violating her personal space and growing more excited. Abruptly, the Kakita duelist stopped and recomposed herself. With affected indifference, she straightened the hem of her gi as she said, much more evenly, \"Definitely kenjutsu.\"\n\n\"Although I do like writing poetry, upon occasion.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi smiles grows a little broader as she watches the excitement of the Kakita. She doesn't seem bothered by the proximity at first but takes some smalls steps back as the words of the Kakita become more intense.\n\nYukimi hides a modest laughter behind her sleeves:\n\n\"A true Crane, I see. One who enjoys art with passion. Kakita-san must be a formidable bushi.\"\n\nYukimi bows with the compliment.\n\n\"Poetry is also good. I don't write poetry, but I spend quite some time reading it.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko simply nodded. She had briefly considered saying something like 'This one only seeks to bring honor to the clan,' but that really would have been a lie. She was quite intent on mastering kenjutsu For her own sake; the fact that it would bring honor to the Crane clan was a secondary, if still important, consideration.\n\n\"It is a custom among bushi that one writes haiku before major events like duels or battles. Many samurai also write death haiku before they join their ancestors, too. My interest in poetry is a litte deeper than that, but perhaps not as much as a true poet. What of Asahina-san? If you do not write poetry, I assume your interest in art comes out in other ways?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "\"For a long time all I knew about the empire was what I read on these haiku and travel books. I only found out on my way here that there are some differences between the books and the actual roads and paths and turns that life can take. Now I have these unimportant philosophical thoughts about what is perceived and what is real, so I keep reading. But it is merely for my own mental amusement, nothing of practical relevance. Nothing that will change the world, or ones life, like kenjutsu or any real art can do.\"\n\n\"Concerning art, I often find myself polishing beads that I turn into pendants or bracelets while I talk to the spirits within it. My art is humble, it won't ever stun a crowd, but I still enjoy it very much.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"I see,\" Kiyoko said. She started walking away from the barracks, and led Yukimi back to the main building. Stepping back onto the veranda, she led the shugenja through another sliding door and down a long hallway filled with sliding doors on either side. She paused before one door and slid it open a crack. Looking inside and determining it was unoccupied, Kiyoko slid it open the rest of the way. \n\nThe room beyond the door was another spartan affair, with tatami mat flooring and bare rice-paper walls. A small sitting desk was in the center of the room, with a Zabuton Cushion to the far side of it. \"An office. I do not know that any are assigned, so if Asahina-san finds an empty one and needs it, you are likely free to use it. Perhaps that would be a question to ask Doji-sama.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "\"Hai. Hai.\" \nYukimi nods showing she was still listening to the tour, assimilating the place and the information shared.\n\n\"Do we have a tea room available too? Not for now, I'm just wondering...\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded, sliding the door shut. \"There is a tea room, yes.\"\n\n\"I can take you there after we meet the ambassador, if you would like,\" She said, heading off down the hallway. Around another corner and a few twists and turns later, the Kakita duelist paused before a large sliding double-door. She spotted a servant and motioned him over. \"Is Doji-sama in her office? If she is, please announce Asahina Yukimi-san and myself to her.\"\n\n\"Hai, Kakita-sama,\" The man replied, and knelt at the door. Opening it, he peered inside.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Doji Rika was propped up at her writing desk, drooping eyelids fighting to stay awake as she tackled yet another set of paperwork. Truly her eyes were not failing her despite her age, but on days such as this she wished they would. At least someone else could take over the task and she would be free to participate in her favorite activity: the midday nap.\n\nStill, as the servant entered and announced her presence, the elder Crane straightened and turned, putting on the warm smile and pleasant demeanor once more. New faces were always welcome, especially as they dulled the bitter taste of a few of the faces she had become all too familiar with here. \"Very good, send them in. And bring us some tea, please.\"\n\nAs the two samurai entered, Rika would grab her cane and rise steadily to her feet, then bow perfectly. A faint wisp of a woman, she still had the bearing of a great stateswoman despite. Posture, poise, clothing, even though fatigue ate at her bones today more than others she did not let it show. \"Kiyoko-san, how are you dearie? Staying away from troublesome suitors I hope?\n\n\"And you, you must be our new shugenja! I am so pleased to see you. The energy of this office has been . . . Off since my arrival but I cannot for the life of me see why. Perhaps you could—\" She waved a hand dismissively, beckoning them to a small round table where a servant was already pouring tea for them. A small bowl of senbei crackers was also placed in the center. \"Ah, but we can discuss personal matters later. Come, sit, have tea with me. We can discuss your arrival better that way.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi nods thanking the Kakita but focuses on the door before saying anything else.\nThe shugenja lowers her head and places both hands together as the door slides open.\n\nShe glances briefly noticing the ambassador appearance once he invite to join is pronounced. Yukimi bows briefly to the place itself before entering and a few steps after entering she offers a deeper, longer, bow to the ambassador:\n\n\"Doji Rika-sama, this humble servant of the Crane is Asahina Yukimi, shugenja from Shinden Asahina, sent by Asahina Heitaro-sensei. It is a honor to meet the Crane ambassador.\"\n\nAs she takes her place near the round table a mild breeze seem to follow her into the room, luckily it seems to dissipate before the stack of paperwork.\n\n\"I will be happy to align the chi of the place if Doji-sama thinks it is needed, and if the kamis allow me to.\" - She sounds a little shy, but the willingness to help is definitively there: \n\n\"About my arrival, I bring a letter from my sensei and the kind Kakita-san ha shown me some of the embassy before bringing me to your presence.\" - Once more she bows to the Kiyoko: - \"Thank you, Kakita-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko knelt and bowed, then slipped inside the room alongside Yukimi. \"This one is well enough, Doji-sama,\" She said. The woman always knew how to say Just The right thing to jab at Kiyoko's mental weakpoints. \"And yes, no troublesome suitors.\" Or any suitors at all, thankfully. At least let me join the ranks of the Kenshinzen before you marry me off, she thought silently.\n\nThe Kakita duelist hesitated a moment before following Yukimi to the table. She removed her wakizashi and placed it next to her on her right side as she sat. Having freshly arrived from her morning training regimen when she ran into Yukimi earlier, the samurai-ko had not had a chance to bathe and really rather hoped she didn't smell Too Sweaty, now that she was in closer proximity to the other two.\n\nKiyoko dipped her head in acknowledgement as Yukimi expressed her gratitude, then turned her attention to the ambassador. \"My pleasure, Asahina-san.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Delightful.\" The Doji accepted the letter, reading through it slowly and nodding along as she did so. Her eyes would jump from the Asahina to the paper and back again frequently. \"Very good. I am delighted to have you here, dearie. We have much work to do here if we wish to control the flow of power here within the city. Are you up for the task?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi nods in a mild affirmation, like she knew the expected answer but the question made her uncertain. Thinking for a brief moment she seems to find reassurance in some memories:\n\n\"Hai, Doji-sama. Asahina Heitaro-sensei wouldn't have sent me otherwise.\" - She nods more confidently as the words are spoken." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Strength of character does not exist by Another's Words, Asahina-san. I have seen many a letter of recommendation from a sensei handed me by a pupil lacking.\" The Crane Ambassador's mild admonishment was quickly countered by her kindly demeanor. \"Yet I have no doubt you are made of much sturdier stuff than they.\"\n\nBracing herself on her cane, she rose to her feet and tottled over to the papers, gesturing for the two to remain seated. Finding what she needed, she brought it over and knelt once more, presenting the paper before the shugenja.\n\n\"We have a unique opportunity to affect lasting change in the city.\" The document unfurled was a request to the Imperial Administration for a project within the Temple Quarter. It contained the written approval of both the Unicorn And The Phoenix. \"We are using our political clout to expedite construction of a temple to Kisshoten. Now I am aware that among our people the idea of the Eighth Fortune is a subject of no little theological debate. If she were a Fortune of import, why did it take centuries to discover it. However, this effort is crucial to the future.\n\n\"First, it is likely to infuriate our enemies in the Scorpion and the Lion.\" She began to list off her reasons, counting them on her fingers. \"Second, it is a reminder to all that the Scorpion's chokehold on the city is not absolute. Third, it is one of the few areas the Unicorn and Phoenix are still cooperating on.\"\n\nShe sighed, the tiredness evident in her features passing beyond mere physical drowsiness. \"Relations between their clans have degraded even further than the already poor state it began in. In return for our political aid, you will assist in whatever they collaborate on. Perhaps by passing their Unique Ways through our more refined sensibilities we can ease the distrust the Phoenix hold toward our allies.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi remains sitting, stoically, but the she can't prevent the nervous blood rush to her cheecks as the first words of the Doji make her somewhat intimidated.\n\nIt is a relieve that the Ambassador doesn't stop on what sounds like a repreemend. Of course, the praise that follows is heard with much more caution than it would other wise.\n\nEither way the game of words, and attitude, puts Yukimi on a \"Proper\", less relaxed, posture.\n\nAs she hears the about the temple she shows no reaction and dare not to comment on the subject.\n\n\"I see. So the Crane, the Phoenix and the Unicorn would like to see this temple to Kisshōten built and tended to?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko remained silent, allowing Rika and Yukimi to speak without interruption. If her own presence were required, no doubt Doji Rika-sama would inform her. As it was, it did not seem like there was much need for a duelist in such an endeavor. On the other hand, infuriating the Scorpion and Lion clans might make things tense, and may even lead to an iaijutsu duel or two. On the Other, other hand, such things were unlikely to require her to serve as a yojimbo for the shugenja.\n\nAnd for her own part, the question of Fortunes hardly interested her at all. An eighth one made no difference. So it was just as well that she did not get embroiled in this particular scheme.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Indeed, Asahina-san. I believe it an attempt to display the less scandalous methods by which the Unicorn speak to the kami.\" There seemed to be a slight measure of disdain in the Crane's words, as if she was speaking of an unpleasant memory. Still, the explanation was sound enough, and acting as a branch to heal was very much what the diplomats of the Crane were famous for. \"Do you have questions, either of you?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Yukimi takes a moment considering all that was said:\n\n\"I understand our interest in the temple. It is not very clear to me yet how to assist. We are pressing the construction so... The temple is being build but not yet done? Is anyone working on an opening ceremony? Is there any agreement between the Unicorn and the Phoenix about who will serve on the temple?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko shook her head. \"No, Doji-sama.\"\n\nShe knew better than to ask her own role here—the last thing she wanted was to get volun-told for this particular assignment. Instead, she turned to listen to Yukimi, thankful that the Asahina woman had spoken up, hopefully deflecting attention away from Kiyoko herself. What exactly was it that \n\nYukimi would do with this temple construction, anyway? Consecrate the building, maybe? Shake one of those weird stick-things she had seen Miko Hold at shrines, and ask for the Fortunes' favor?\n\nActually... Were all shugenja Miko? The duelist mentally shrugged. Yukimi wasn't wearing a Miko's attire, their characteristic white kimono and red hakama, but maybe she only wore those when she was attending to whatever it was that Miko Did. Who knew?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"The temple has yet to begin construction. We will need to select a spiritually pleasing location, ensure the properly consecrated materials are used, and more.\" She checked off the information from an imaginary parchment as she went. \"Most important though is the transport of the pre-existing shrine to her in the Small Holies. I believe the Unicorn have Ideas On how to accomplish that.\n\n\"As for opening ceremonies, who is to serve at the temple, and other such questions, I am certain that both clans have thoughts. A third party will do wonders in easing differences in opinions here.\" She smiled, then took another small sip of her tea. \"Meet with Ide Khulan and Isawa Noboru when you are able and inform them of your attachment to this process. I am sure they will be pleased by your aid.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "Once again Yukimi nods affirmatively, confirming that she understood with a brief: \"Uh-hum\"\n\n\"Thank you, Doji-sama. I will arrange to meet both Isawa Noboru and Ide Kh-uran Khulan\" - She corrects herself as soon as possible on the uncommon name, better start with the fenix, while practicing pronunciation.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Ide Khulan... Why did that name sound familiar to the Kakita duelist? No matter. Kiyoko remained silent, content to let the conversation between their ambassador and their newest shugenja play out without her input. \n\nThe duelist felt a trickle of sweat run down her side under her gi and frowned inwardly. On a hot day like today, she was very much looking forward to that post-workout bath. She shifted slightly on the balls of her feet in her Seiza Position, and hoped this meeting would end soon.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Wonderful.\" The elder Doji clapped her hands together once, a joyous smile radiating from her features. Taking an appraising glance around the table, she slowly nodded her head. \"Well this meeting was not one scheduled, and I am certain that you all have other tasks to complete, so let me not hold you back from those.\n\n\"Yes, far more important things than keeping an old lady company during the loneliest time of day.\" She sighed softly, eyes staring past them to nowhere. One did not have to be a courtier to spot the manipulations of a grandmother. Blinking twice, she refocused on the pair. \"I would hate to keep you from your duties. Thank you for your time, Asahina-san, Kakita-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "_raposa_", "message": "\"Thank you, Doji-sama. Have a lovely day.\"\n\nYukimi bows deeply in farewell but doesn't take long to be ready to leave. Not in a hurry, but almost.\nYukimi glances at the Kakita, the was probably ready to leave even before this meeting started, and follows her out the room once she does it.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The Kakita duelist groaned inwardly at Rika's pensive stare. She really did not want to stay here any longer than necessary. The woman was certainly friendly—she seemed to like Kiyoko well enough—but at the same time, Kiyoko always felt on edge in the Crane ambassador's presence. She never quite knew where she stood with the woman. Most of the time, Rika treated Kiyoko with gentle courtesy; occasionally the woman would wheedle her, as if to remind her that they were Not Friends.\n\nKiyoko gave Rika a small, apologetic smile. \"Forgive us, Doji-sama. It is as you say: we do have other duties to attend. Thank you for taking the time to meet with us.\"\n\nShe gave a seated bow, then rose to her feet. After proper etiquette was dispensed with, she led Yukimi out into the hallway again.\n\n\"I trust that Asahina-san knows the way back to her quarters? If so, I will take my leave from you as well,\" Kiyoko said, sliding the rice-paper doors to the ambassador's office shut behind them.\n\n\|\|" } ]	162	7,148
56	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "It was afternoon when his dear friend asked him for some help or support on the poems. He heard he did apply to some poem competition but he was willing to lend an ear for any possibly poem. He was in the pretty garden of crane embassy as he waits for his friend. He had some tea and some snacks for them to snack on while he waited. These kind of picnic outings reminded him of their childhood days when they use to hang out quite often when they were young." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari arrived looking like a nervous child, he sat down and thanks Adohiro for his time. \"If I'm truthful Adohiro-kun, I'm shitting myself.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He heard the crunching of the feet on the gravel. He turned his head noticing his best friend. He wondered why he chose poetry when there was other tournaments. He gives a glance over at his friend soon hearing him speak. \"What?\" He said as he soon burst out laughing. \"Need help with poetry? I don't think I've seen you ever do that.\"" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "\"I just need some practice, that's all, same as the dojo, but with some more subtlety than you wrestling me to the floor.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod as he would hear his words. \"Well we'd need paper right? Unless you want to draw on the ground.\" He pointed out. \"I don't mind but using paper would make us look normal.\" He stifled a small laugh. He gives a glance over at him quietly." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "\"I will just say them allowed i think that's most likely the best practice, plus I'm tired of seeing paper it seems to be all I do all day.\"" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod as he would sit cross legged. \"Okay I guess I should give you a topic? Hmm. How about a poem about a rabbit?\" He asked. \"I'm not an expert on poems but I can tell you of it's bad at least.\"" } ]	56	392
147.217391	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura couldn't believe his luck, first impressions where everything and now he might have botched his with the Crane. They where traditional rivals of the Scorpion and did not seem to be that big of players in the city, but it was the Clan of his mother and, while he would never go so far to say he had bias towards them, he did keep in my to always be respectful, as long as it did not counter the intrests of the Scorpion. \n\nWhen he was finished with Adohiro, he made his way to the meeting room of the ambassador, stopping outside the door. A servant opened it and announced him to the ambassador, stepping in he took a deep bow.\n\n\"Doji-sama, I thank you for your hospitality.\"" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Come in, Tomura-san.\" The Ambassador's meeting room was a testament to Crane artistry. A single long table sat in the middle, simple yet elegant in its own way. The surrounding area was tastefully decorated with masterful works of art: from ceramics to paintings to bonzai. A finely bound copy of the Tao was on display as well, the type that would grace the halls of the Phoenix Embassy library.\n\nTending to it, flipping through the pages, stood the slight wisp of an old lady. Grey hair brought up into a simple, fashionable style, her kimono displayed the sky blues and whites of the clan she hailed from. Softly she hummed a little melody to herself. \"The breeze always changes the pages. My apologies for the state of the room; I took the hour to rest, and I am afraid this place is a little out of sorts for the standards of a proper courtier, especially one with Crane blood in his veins.\" \|\| Lore: Crane Clan 6, Genealogies \|\|\n\nShe picked up the cane sitting against the wall and began to shuffle toward the table, gesturing for Tomura to sit. That same pleasant face with piercing eyes fixed on the Scorpion, as if she could see through the mask to the face beneath. At the center of the table was a small wrapped furoshiki. \"I cannot say a woman of my age has need of gifts, but standards are standards. For you. Our servants found this within our storehouses, and were prepared to break it down and dispose of it.\"\n\nInside was a cracked and shattered teapot, broken in such a way the distinction of two separate compartments within it was barely visible. Also within the furoshiki we're the following: three bottles of lacquer, a bottle of powdered hemp fiber, files, three whetstones, a small piece of flat ceramic, two brushes, a wooden spatula, and a vial of gold dust. \"You seemed nervous when we first met. My hands do not have the stability for kintsugi, but it is among the preferred method of our clan to bring the mind into focus and calm.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura looked upon the gift and had to agree when it came to the Scorpion, the local Clan was a mess and a small part of him was wondering if this post was some kind of punishment, for what he did not know, of course such thoughts where quickly brushed aside. Beneath his mask he smiled, as if keeping a cool face if one could see under his fox mask.\n\n\"I thank you, Doji-sama, for both your gift and concern.\" He said silky smooth as if the earlier bungle never happened, \"I'm afraid all I have is this,\" He took out a small pillow book, nothing too fancy or entricute, rather a plain dark blue booklet, \"A collection of poetry, or a child's attempt at some anyway, written when I was visiting my mother's family in Jukami Mura, I haven't looked into it in years and thought prehaps it's time I parted with some childhood musings.\" He took a seat. \"I was simply surprised Daidoji-san did not speak of my visit, when I accepted his invitation I had thought he cleared it with his superiors, but I am learning my friend can be quick to act.\" Such as offering himself as a Yojimbo, \"I'll be sure to keep that in mind in the future, always helps to have someone to keep one out of trouble.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"How quaint.\" After the appropriate refusals she accepted the gift. A servant would pour them tea, a blend popular in the Jukami Mora. She would take a small sip after dismissing the servant. \"As I said, it is no fault of your own, Tomura-san. To expect the Children of Doji to purport themselves as proper samurai should never have to be a question.\"\n\nRika sighed again, readjusting her sitting position and wincing ever so slightly as she did so. Extended periods of sitting on the floors was not something the Doji had the joints to do anymore. Still, such was the way of the Empire. \"I must say, when I first met you and learned of your 'friendship' to Daidoji Adohiro I was unsure if you were a fool or clever. But then I put the pieces together from my other reports. The saddle-giver and the lily-wearer. The mystery deepened.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura gave a simple chuckled at that, \"Ah, the story of the saddle is spreading it seems, as for the lilies, I simply thought it was best to remember those who made such a lovely event possible, I never meant to offend anyone.\" He replied, his tone calm and light, \"I would never presume to be clever, I just hope to preform my work admirably, however I would hope I'm no fool, but I suppose that's for my betters to judge I suppose.\" He shrugged, \"Really, Daidoji-san was merely at the right place at the right time, our shared love of books and cats turned into a new friendship, it's hard to make bonds when you find yourself in a new environment, so our meeting was a blessing.\" \n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"No, the story of the saddle has not spread. Yet.\" The elderly Crane ran her fingers along the edge of her cup, staring past the Scorpion to a piece on display behind him. A sumi-e painting displaying the tale of a particularly rambunctious tanuki whose luck eventually ran out and he was cooked alive by the village he tormented. \"From what I have gathered I believe every clan has had their Daidoji Adohiro at some point.\"\n\nHer attention went back to the Scorpion in front of her. Rika's smile had faded, instead replaced with a quizzical countenance. \"It leaves me with little time to rest. Tell me, Bayushi Tomura-san. What would the esteemed former caretakers of this city do with a samurai who displays such reckless disregard for the station he sits at?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura pondered on the question, whether it referred to him or Adohiro was irrelevant, he was posed an interesting question and actually considered his answer.\n\n\"If it was me... I would try to see if his flaws could be used as a strength, find a project or task, some kind of posting, where such a reckless disregard could bring fortune, maybe in dealing with those who prefer blatant honestly, sent to those who are wary of masks and lies, thus throwing them off their game as it where, I would find something where his flaws may be a strength, waste nothing and no one.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"A good response, Tomura-san. Always seek to bring strength from unexpected angles, even those which seem to be weaknesses at first glance.\" She smiled warmly at the Scorpion, nodding in approval. The elderly Crane closed her eyes as she considered her next words. \"Keep this mindset and you might just make it to be my age.\"\n\nThe smile faded, and with it a bit of the grandmotherly charm she kept maintained. Another sip of tea followed, as her attention turned to another item on display: an elaborately decorated tanto, far too elegant for combat, wrapped carefully and lovingly in high quality white cloth as if cut from a robe. \"And what if, despite your warnings to curb their destructive tendencies, they continue to pursue them to the extent it leads them to betray their duty, their loyalty to the clan they serve?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura cocked his head, then rubbed the cheek of his mask as one would their chin when in thought.\n\n\"For one who betrays their duty and clan...\" He repeated, then took a breath, \"There is only one reward for a traitor, the only factor I would ask is how powerful is the direct family, then I would offer the dignity of seppuku, otherwise I would say execution, make an example so others no not to follow in their footsteps.\" He said detached, \"Duty and Loyalty, not only tenants of Bushido, but the cornerstone of civilization, in my humble opinion.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"All so very true, Tomura-san. We cannot afford to allow rot to fester within our ranks. Although . . . \" The old lady languidly put up a finger, as if pointing out a particularly noteworthy brushstroke on a hung sumi-e. \"Even if their life was a disgrace, their deaths can often be arranged such to their clan's benefit. I am sure you are no such stranger to this concept, are you?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura couldn't help but smile under his mask, such plays where more often then not common in the Empire, deaths set up by Clans to protect reputations of the disgraced while serving the Clans intrests, wonderful little dramas. \n\n\"Indeed,\" He said pleasantly, as if he found such things genuinely fascinating, \"At that point, the skill of a playwright would be needed, as if finding the final act to a book that's nearly finished, I think that a Samurai would aspire to see every action they take, even their deaths, should be in service to Clan and Empire.\"" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"A playwright! In my years I have never heard of one described so. Yet there is some truth in it.\" Rika chuckled at the analogy, seeming to truly enjoy their discussion. She contentedly sipped at her tea once more. \"It is the unfortunate truth that there is a character in my story who needs a sufficient exit scene, and I believe it time to see if your clan and mine can create beautiful plays. Is that something a boy of your skill can handle?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura smiled, trying to weigh the chances if this was a genuine offer, or some form of entrapment. \"I do some amateur writing in my free time,\" He offered, \"While I am merely a novice in the field, maybe I can help write a good script... If the offer of a collaborative work is truly what you wish.\" He offered, sipping his own tea, \"My, this is a lovely vintage.\" He complimented \n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Why thank you. I hoped it may taste reminiscent of home for you.\" She slowly brought up a hand with a closed fan to her face. Opening it, the depiction of a humble fisherman bringing in his catch, his net teeming with hundreds of fish all trying and failing to escape covered the Ambassador's lips. \"I have heard of a certain expedition a Bayushi Yuto seeks to put together, to hunt some dangerous game. One of our samurai volunteered, but was denied by the previous higher authorities due to the danger it posed. It is well-known he has negligible skill in hunting or battle. I have reevaluated that stance, but would require someone to vouch for his usefulness in such an undertaking for it to have credibility.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura was only aware of one of Yuto's little hunts... He needed to have a meeting Silver-chan sooner or later. \"I see, I'm sure Yuto-san would apreciate all the help he can get, being a magistrate in a city such as this, I don't envy the peacekeepeers,\" He chuckled, \"I would love to recommend aid, who would the dashing hero be?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Good. I am glad we can be of agreement. It is apparently a dangerous hunt out into the surrounding countryside, and since there will no doubt be Lion and Crab participating, I am certain one of them would take advantage of the opportunity to arrange an accident to a Crane. Sloppily, easily traced back to them of course.\" She continued to hold the fan to her face, the understanding that these words only had meaning so long as they both wished it to. The meaning was hopefully clear: kill them, and pin it on one of the Crane's adversaries. \"And as to who the brave hero is, you have already met him. Clearly his skill was superior to yours if he offered his services as your yojimbo.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura sipped his drink, \"I see...\" He remained calm and collected, \"He does seems to have a naivety to him, is marriage to another Clan not an option?\" He asked, as if merely trying to gain a grasp of the situation, \"It would not be difficult to imagine an accident would occur, however.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Therein lies the problem. None would see him as anything more than an insult after genealogies were shared revealing he is nothing more than an elevated Peasant.\" The disdain in her voice as she spat the last word was clear, a venom not seen in her comments thus far. The fan fluttered slightly. \"Passing one's gempuku means to put behind the trappings of a child, and to put on the robes of a samurai. To have anyone claim to represent a Great Clan yet act in the manner he has is unacceptable.\"\n\nThe cup disappeared behind the fan, as Rika slowly sipped another drink of the tea. The hardness in her eyes softened somewhat, and the creases at the corners tightened as a light chuckle escaped her lips. \"Tomura-san, Tomura-san. Do they not train the sons of Bayushi as they used to? In all this time you have spent delaying, letting the wheels in that head of yours turn looking for what to do, you still avoid the first and most important question any seasoned courtier would ask:\n\n\"Why should I? What gain is there for me?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "To that Tomura cocked his head, \"That is what I've been thinking of, why would the Crane, who are allied against us, be asking this of me... My own mind is telling me this is some sort of snare... But yes, my curiosity is asking, why should I do this?\" He asked as if he was being asked to pass the salt, \"So, Doji-sama, why should I?\"" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Simply because we are allied with the Unicorn does not mean we do not have goals and aspirations of our own. The Crane are the Empire's beating heart, and thus none are beyond our interests.\" The elder Crane shifted again slightly, fluttering the fan a bit as she did so. \"As you know, we built the laws upon which the Empire is founded. Surely there is some goal of yours that could benefit from the political weight we can bring to bear while still staying out of the primary conflict.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "Tomura took a sip from his tea, considering each word while savoring the flavor.\n\n\"Something as this, I would have to discuss with the powers that be... But their could be something arranged.\" He said after the sip, conspiracy to kill was not something to take, especially someone that one of the plotters considered likable, \"I will make this wish known, and what happens on this hunt shall give you their answer, would this be satisfactory?\"" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"If that is how you wish this story to continue, I can allow it. Though expect any work in return from us to be equally distant if so.\" The fan finally shut, and the old lady smiled once more at the boy. \"Well, I believe that settles our introductions properly, Bayushi-san. It has been a most interesting meeting with you, and I hope that we meet again soon.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "emperortremere", "message": "He gave a bow to her, \"This meeting has been most enlightening, Doji-sama,\" The woman was a player to be feared, anyone in their world who reached such an age was a force to be feared, \"I look forward to our next meeting, one can always learn from the wisdom of their revered elders.\" He smiled, then rose to stand, \"It has been an honor, truly.\" \n\|\|" } ]	122	3,386
203.821429	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "The little Scorpion sat quietly under the shade, a cup of tea in her hand. Her swords sat in a rack before her, the wood gleaming white where Yuto's notched sword had bitten deep into the saya. That had been a blow to take the head from an ox. It was a bold attempt, and she had been taken by surprise. If he'd had the nerve to follow through she would certainly have been defeated. \n\nFortunately that was not the case, for she now sat here, while her fellow Scorpion had sulked off. \n\nHer arm was aching. The excitement of the matches had sent her blood racing through her body, and her tender muscles were not happy with this increase in blood pressure. She forced herself to ignore the discomfort as she watched the dancers perform out in the arena, celebrating Lady Amaterasu's ascension while the two ronin prepared for their duel. \n\nShe was watching a woman across the ring. Wearing red hakama and a white top, the priestess was in one of the minor spots, but there was no mistaking the tilt of her head, the delicate features so like her own yet unmarred by poisoned bolt. Dark eyes stared out from behind a twisted-wire mask, watching Kaori in turn with a faint smile on her lips. Neither woman made any gesture, their communion all the more intimate for the silence. \n\nAnd then the spell was broken as a newcomer approached her. Kaori bit back the urge to snarl something rude, but there was no technical ban on samurai approaching the contestants.\n\nTruly the Fortunes are testing my patience today. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Under the shade, Akechi, a seasoned Lion Clan samurai, observed the scene unfolding before him. His gaze swept over the serene Scorpion sitting with her cup of tea, her swords resting before her like silent sentinels. The glint of her weapons caught his eye, a testament to the intensity of the earlier match. He knew the Scorpion's cunning well, an artful dance of intrigue and deception. Yuto's bold move had caught her off guard, but her resilience had prevailed.\n\nAs the dancers twirled in the arena, Akechi's attention shifted to the scorpion. His trained eye detected the delicate nuances of their unspoken exchange, a silent connection that spoke of shared secrets and hidden intentions. The Lion samurai's own mask hid his thoughts, though the weight of his gaze betrayed his curiosity.\n\nInclining his head respectfully, Akechi approached the Scorpion with measured steps. \"A splendid day to test one's mettle, wouldn't you agree?\" He remarked, his voice carrying the pride and determination of his Lion heritage. His lion-motif armor gleamed in the sunlight, a symbol of his clan's unyielding strength.\n\n\"Forgive my intrusion, honored Scorpion,\" He continued, his tone respectful but tinged with a hint of playful camaraderie. \"It is not often that fate brings together warriors of differing clans under such circumstances.\"\n\nAkechi's gaze shifted to the ongoing ronin duel, his eyes reflecting the intense focus of a warrior assessing a battlefield. \"The dance of blades is a reflection of our spirits, a testament to our unwavering dedication to honor and duty. A clash of ideologies, if you will.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"My ideology has always been the service of my Clan and the Son of Heaven,\" Kaori said, eyeing this newcomer sourly. She no longer wore a mask, and she had to be more careful of her facial expressions now that she was not shielded from the eyes of others. \"I can see how that would run contrary to some.\" \n\nHer eyes were back on the ronin, but the implied subject could have been anyone. \"I did not know that the Lion encouraged poetry among their warriors. My own tastes have run to prose, but the tongue is a sword as well that should be honed by careful study, isn't it?\" \n\nShe cocked her head, indicating his armor. \"I am surprised that you are not competing, but perhaps you are more comfortable with other competitions?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Akechi inclined his head respectfully, acknowledging Kaori's words with a hint of admiration. \"Indeed, the path of loyalty and service to one's Clan and the Emperor is a noble one, and it is a testament to your unwavering dedication,\" He replied, his tone reflecting his appreciation for her steadfast commitment.\n\nHe observed her keenly as she mentioned the intricacies of spoken and written word. \"Ah, a wise perspective, Scorpion-san,\" He remarked, a faint glimmer of a smile touching his lips. \"The brush may capture the beauty of thoughts, but the spoken word can ignite the flames of passion or forge bonds of camaraderie. Just as a blade requires training, so too does the tongue.\"\n\nAkechi's eyes followed Kaori's gaze back to the ronin, his expression thoughtful. \"We are all players in this grand spectacle,\" He mused. \"And like the ronin before us, we all strive to prove our worth and leave our mark upon the pages of history.\"\n\nAt her mention of his armor, Akechi's armor-clad shoulders shifted subtly. \"You have a keen eye, Scorpion-san,\" He acknowledged with a light chuckle. \"While I have chosen not to partake in this particular contest, my skill in the arena of combat is not to be underestimated. There are many ways to demonstrate one's prowess, and today, my focus is on judging these exchanges and forging connections rather than engaging in duels.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"Then the tongues of those around us must be sharp indeed,\" The Scorpion smirked. She was tempted to say more, but she did not want to undermine Yuto's efforts to bring harmony between their clans. So she changed the subject. \"I've seen the Mantis's ronin in action before. She's a dangerous fighter, and if she can conquer a Crane she has a future ahead of her. Are the Lion scouting mates for their ashigaru? She could make a good wife for one of your loyal warriors.\" \n\nFlicking back her hair Kaori added, \"Her defeat of the son of Kakita should serve to multiply her value to your clan no? Does your family of Akodo not stand in long contempt of Kakita and his scions?\" \n\nShe sipped her tea and glanced back across the crowd, but her sister had vanished already. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Akechi's gaze remained fixed on the Scorpion, his expression stoic yet observant. \"Indeed, the Mantis ronin's prowess is undeniable,\" He replied with a hint of admiration. \"And her victory over a Crane is a testament to her skill and determination. As for the Lion, we do seek strong and capable companions for our ashigaru. But I refrain myself as much as possible in regards to marital matters. I am simply one of the judges of todays contest.\"\n\n\"As for the son of Kakita,\" Akechi continued, his voice steady, \"Our sentiments towards the Crane have been shaped by generations of history. Their 'elegant' ways often contrast with our own, but we didn't come to these lands to argue over said history.\"\n\nHe took a sip of his own tea, noticing the scorpion gaze wandering about. His eyes briefly scanning the surroundings. \"Looking for something?\" He said curiously. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "The only living person I love. \n\n\"Just a face I thought I knew,\" The Scorpion lied. She gave up scanning for Saori and glanced up at the Lion. \"Your clan came to this city for a far nobler purpose. I had the honor of being chosen to bear the gift your delegation presented to my clan's representative—it seems like ages ago—and I have never handled an odachi of finer quality. The edge could draw blood from the wind and the balance is marvelous. The maker must be respected indeed. Sadly I cannot wield it in my current state, but I hope to set it to its intended purpose by summer's end.\" \n\nShe grinned viciously. \"Perhaps you will be at my side, putting that armor to proper use.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Akechi's gaze met the Scorpion's with a measured intensity, acknowledging her words. \"It warms my heart to hear that our gift has found a worthy wielder,\" He replied with a respectful nod. \"Craftsmanship is a testament to the dedication and skill of our artisans, and it is a pleasure to know that it will serve its purpose under your care.\"\n\nAkechi's lips quirked into a faint smile as he responded to her playful challenge. \"Should the fates align and bring us to the same battlefield, I would consider it an honor to fight alongside you.\" His voice held a hint of camaraderie, despite the underlying tension between their clans.\n\n\"Although admittedly, I only wear this armor during special occasions — usually I prefer battling in something more flexible.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"Then let us hope it is sooner than later,\" Kaori said. Her black eyes narrowed as she looked across at the Unicorn contingent. \"They would defy the will of the Son of Heaven, and that is not something either of us can stomach. I have crossed swords with your clan before, Lion, and I know your warriors are brave. Together the milk-drinkers would have no chance, and their blasphemy would be swiftly punished.\"\n\nShe glanced at the gently swaying tassel that hung from her sword hilt. \"It is a shame that the Unicorn could not send anyone of skill to this tournament. I would have enjoyed drawing their blood in a public display. Something small but telling... It would be satisfying indeed, a strong statement to bring into the summer of strife we anticipate. What do you think? Would this not be a grand stage for such drama?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro heard about the spectator stand being busy. He remember there might have been some kind of tournament but he couldn't remember which one exactly. There had been several this month so it was hard to keep track of them all. He couldn't remember the reason there was such thing going on but he decided to check it out. Giving a small yawn he made his way as he tried to look presentable. He gives a look around wondering who to approach. Curious, he approached the first person he saw, Kaori. \"Hello scorpion-San.\" He greeted giving a look around for the others. It seems there was a few people here as he didn't know how to interact with the fellows there." }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "Black eyes cut to the side as the strange boy approached. He was no warrior, but surely he could respect the dueling tournament? \"Crane-san,\" She said shortly. \"Come to measure me for my prize already?\" Her cup rose to her lips once more. Tori made a move towards the teapot but was stopped by a single gesture from her mistress. Kaori did not wish to experience a pressing need before she stepped into the finals." }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a glance over at Kaori seing the dark eyed scorpion. She did looked interesting and he glanced at the cop she had. He soon heard her mention him and asking if he was going to measure for her prize. Thinking it might be interesting and fun, he gives a nod. \"Oh sure, Scorpion San. I am Daidoji Adohiro by the way.\" He greeted giving a respective bow. He had no plans so he could do this right now He was wondering if he could get a prize. He wondered what it was, it might be good to show his skills to those around him. It would make the crane look good too possibly." }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"I have met you before, Daidoji-san,\" Kaori sighed, inclining her head. She peered about, hoping to see other Crane heading their way. No such luck. Her arm throbbed again, and she had to remind herself that she had more important things to worry about than one Crane. Down below in the arena, the fan dancers continued to while away the time before the next match." }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Akechi's gaze remained unyielding, his demeanor composed as he absorbed Kaori's words. \"Indeed, the defiance of the Son of Heaven's will is a matter that cannot be tolerated. The path to unity requires a commitment to honor and tradition, even amidst the storm of conflicting ambitions.\"\n\nHe acknowledged her assessment of his clan's warriors with a subtle nod. \"Your words hold truth. Our strength is undeniable, and together, we would stand as an unwavering force against those who dare challenge the order that binds us.\"\n\nAkechi's eyes glinted with a thoughtful gleam as he responded to her proposition. \"Openly admitting to wanting bloodshed, that's the first I've heard from Scorpion being so discrete about it. Although, a public display of strength and resolve has its merits, especially in these times of uncertainty. A statement carved in the theater of combat can resonate far beyond the battlefield. However, let us not lose sight of the broader goal – to forge alliances and foster understanding. Our actions should serve to strengthen the foundation of unity, rather than fuel the flames of enmity.\"\n\nHe concluded with a respectful nod, \"Plus getting bloodstains off my clothing is a real pain.\" The samurai said sarcastically, proceeding to ignore the presence of the crane that had newly arrived." }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"I want the blood of any who would dare to challenge the Scorpion's right to this city,\" The little Scorpion said coldly. \"The Unicorn have the Nerve To camp outside my home and claim that they should have it because... Why? That we should just hand it over because they ask with a dagger in hand? It is not the steel or the honeyed tongue, but the braying demands of a spoilt child that offends the ears of everyone nearby. I think they have been indulged too long by their betters.\" \n\nHer eyes flicked to the Crane momentarily. \"But what does a mere sword know of the matters of high courts?\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Akechi's gaze held a steady intensity as he listened to the Scorpion's words, acknowledging the depth of her resolve. \"Your passion for defending your clan's claim is admirable. The strength of conviction is a trait that can shape the destiny of clans and forge a legacy that withstands the test of time.\"\n\nHe took a moment to digest the conflict between the Unicorn, his expression thoughtful. \"The ways of diplomacy and honor are often overshadowed by the bluster of those who wield power carelessly. It is a delicate balance to maintain composure when faced with such challenges. But remember, the path of a true leader lies not only in the blade's edge but also in the wisdom to discern when to strike and when to hold.\" He said regarding the teachings of one of his old masters he found profoundly accurate.\n\nAkechi's voice remained composed as he addressed the matter of the Crane's presence. \"Though a sword may be a symbol of strength and a guardian of honor, it also embodies the ideals of justice and the weight of responsibility. High courts may navigate intricate webs of politics, but a sword knows the value of steadfastness and loyalty, traits shared by warriors regardless of clan.\"\n\n\"Well — that's my interpretation of it anyways, but who is a swordsman to dwell into such political intricacies that's usually delegated to a Magistrate. We're trained to eliminate our foes swiftly, with no regards to their welfare.\" He chuckled slightly realizing the irony, in his lifetime he'd try to avoid political scandals as it was too messy for even the likes of him to indulge.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"Words are empty without a sword behind them,\" Kaori said smugly. \"I am that sword. When my ambassador speaks, he will be heeded, he will be respected. And if anyone is so foolish as to disregard him... That is what I am for. I do not expect many challenges to his honor when my left hand has brought me to the apex of a Crane's tournament.\" \n\nShe flexed her left hand absently. \"But I can always hope that there are those foolish enough to ignore the evidence of their own eyes.\" \n\nWhen she shifted her hand she noticed a stray thread. Lifting her arm with a frown she saw that one of the cuts she'd avoided before now had been closer than she'd supposed—a fine slit ran along her sleeve nearly to the wrist hem. Now who had managed that? Her mind flew back, but none of the qualifying matches had been interesting enough to remember... She glanced to her servant, who promptly scurried off. \"Mmm,\" She murmured. \"That is a shame. I liked this top.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Akechi's gaze met Kaori's with a blend of respect and understanding, his voice carrying a weight of agreement. \"Once again your dedication is evident. The strength of your resolve and your mastery of the sword complement each other well.\"\n\nHe inclined his head slightly as he continued, his words thoughtful. \"Challenges to honor must be met with conviction, whether through the blade or through the eloquence of words.\"\n\nAs Kaori examined the slit in her sleeve, Akechi's eyes briefly followed her gaze. \"The threads of fate often weave unexpected outcomes,\" He mused, acknowledging the imperfections that occasionally mark even the most skillful of warriors. \"Yet, it is these small reminders that keep us ever vigilant and striving for perfection in both combat and diplomacy.\"\n\nAt the mentioned of her top the Lion gazed focused on the piece of clothing, \"I concur, it compliments your beauty nicely.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "He gives a nod hearing they had seen him before. \"Oh we have?\" He asked. He gives a glance at the arena wondering when the next match would start. \"Who do you think will win?\" He asked wondering if they knew at all. He would hear the long boring talk of what the sword symbolized. Giving a glance at those around he decided whatever he was going yo say was dumb so he decided to keep quiet. He rather buy make an embarrassment of himself truthfully. He gives a glance down at the stands as he listened to them talk about politics. He heard about the thread of fate as be glanced over. \"I guess we all have a thread of fate.\" He spoke agreeing with the sentiment." }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"It is two ronin competing, so who cares?\" Kaori flicked a finger contemptuously. Tori reappeared, holding a long piece of silk rope and a small handful of rings. There was a tense moment of silence as the Scorpion stared at her servant. Tori blushed and bowed still lower, Eventually the fierce black eyes relented, and Kaori held out her left arm straight. Moving quickly and carefully, Tori began to weave the cord around her mistress's forearm, using the rings to act as anchors between loops. \n\nOne familiar with Mantis decorative knotwork might think it was a varient of the art, wrapping and securing the woman's long sleeve about her forearm in a way that not only decorated in a pleasing way but provided a very small measure of protection against glancing cuts. \n\nHer eyes cut back up to the Lion. \"You have the beginnings of eloquence yourself, Lion-san. Do you intend then to enter the games of court when this summer has passed? Or do you merely intend to flatter me? Either way, do not cease in your purpose.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Kaori raised an eyebrow, a faint glint of amusement in his golden eyes. \"Don't undermine the dance of steel that unfolds even among two ronin. For within the clash of blades, the echoes of their struggle resonate through the very heart of Bushido. Their rivalry, insignificant as it may seem, mirrors the eternal battle within every samurai's soul.\"\n\nHe observed Tori's deft fingers at work, a hint of approval in his demeanor. \"Your servant's hands possess a grace akin to a masterful calligrapher's brushstrokes, weaving not only silk but the threads of loyalty and devotion that bind you.\"\n\nAkechi's lips curled into a subtle smile, his voice carrying the weight of a seasoned warrior. \"As for the art of courtly games, a lion does not shy away from such pursuits. Whether flattery or earnest admiration, my purpose remains unwavering, to honor your presence.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"She is most attentive,\" Kaori said cheerfully. \"I certainly have not found fault with her. We have traveled a long way, and I do not see us parting ways anytime soon.\"\n\nShe flexed her arm to test the knotwork. Satisfied, she nodded and the servant silently withdrew. \"You may continue to compliment, Lion,\" She preened. \"If your sword is as quick then we shall make short work of any who stand before us. When the games of Winter Court begin I hope that amiable spirit does not wither with the leaves. But your poetry is wasted on ronin. Two tigers may shake the earth with their battle, but their deeds are as waves upon the rocks of the Great Clans.\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"It is still fun to watch, at any rate.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "Akechi's lips curved into a wry smile, his eyes locked onto Kaori's as if they held a secret understanding. \"Indeed, a servant's loyalty is a treasure beyond measure. A reflection of the unyielding bond between master and retainer, a unity that shapes the destiny of clans and empires alike.\"\n\nAs he witnessed her approving nod and the silent retreat of her servant, Akechi's gaze held a touch of admiration. \"The silk threads that adorned your arm shall serve as a reminder, a testament to the strength that lies within the careful hands that fashioned it. Just as the Lion's blade stands ready to carve a path through adversity, so shall our shared purpose lead us through the trials of Winter Court.\"\n\nAkechi's voice carried the resonance of his Lion pride, yet a hint of playful amusement danced in his words. \"Fear not, for my sword seeks not only to strike swiftly but also to honor the ancient art of our ancestors. As for the poetry of battles between Ronin, you speak truth. While their struggles may stir the sands, the legacy of the Clans is an ocean that shapes the very tides of Rokugan.\"\n\nWith a knowing glint in his eyes, Akechi's tone turned thoughtful. \"Yet amidst the waves and tempests, there lies an allure in the spectacle, a reminder of the untamed spirit that courses through the heart of our realm. And in that wild dance, even lions and tigers may find a shared rhythm, if only for a fleeting moment.\"\n\n\"It may also be true for lions and scorpions, but I've yet to experience such an occasion.\" He suggested in a flirtatious manner for his last statement. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "Bold, Lion, very bold. \n\nShould she tell him? Did he already know? Had he heard the story of the twin Scorpion who delivered the heads of the Damasu brothers to their father's feet? Or were the small tragedies of his vassal families beyond his interest? Surely he was old enough, she and her sister had perpetrated this vengeance shortly before their genpukku. \n\nIt could be that he hadn't realized the priestess was her sister. She and Saori were seldom seen publicly together. If her twin had walked up at that moment it would almost certainly have jogged his memories. \n\nShe knew there were those who found such deeds to be a more potent aphrodisiac than any musk, but the Lion didn't seem to be so crooked of mind. \n\n\"The point is well made,\" She said. \"And I shall bow to it. There is no finer art than in the struggle, breath for breath, body and soul together united in singular purpose, locked in perfect harmony with another worthy.\" \n\nA smile touched her lips. She didn't mind flirting in front of the Crane, the poor boy probably wouldn't know flirting if she... Her smile broadened briefly at her inner dialogue. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "As Akechi, the Lion samurai, stood amidst the scorpion, his eyes keenly observant and his presence exuding an aura of both strength and playfulness. Thinking about the history between both the renowned clans, recalling a subtle story that intrigue the lion samurai back many years. A story that showed the vicious cycle that was revenge — a sensation that the Lion himself wasn't liberated from, despite having suppressed it for many years. That's a story for another time.\n\nA faint smile graced his lips, a glint of admiration in his eyes. \"Your insight into the harmony that unite us rings true, for it is in the crucible of shared struggle that bonds are forged, unbreakable and resolute. To stand alongside a worthy companion, united in body and spirit, is to partake in a dance of destiny itself.\"\n\nHis gaze met hers, a subtle nod acknowledging the playful exchange that had transpired. \"I wonder, could I consider myself as one of those worthy companions?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".drstone.", "message": "Adohiro would look on to the tournament hearing the chitter chatter of the people around here. He wished he could participated but he doubted he could anyways. He seemed lost in thought as he watched the match. He gives as small yawn as he would glance at those present. \"I wonder if I can compete.\" He spoke wondering. He doubted so but it would be quite fun. He did wonder if there was any way he could compete but probably not. \n\nWhen he did hear flirting, he didn't think it was exactly flirting, oh well. He always thought flirting was more direct than subtle. He decided to watch the pair and all." }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "\"If you are half as swift and sure with your sword as you seem to think you are then you would always have a place in my ranks,\" Kaori said with a straight face. \"A clever tongue can only bring you so far, Lion-san. Perhaps when my arm is mended we will test your skills in a less public venue. I don't like showing off for crowds, I am here by orders of my clan.\" \n\nShe shrugged. \"And you will have me at a severe disadvantage, since I will be seeing Nothing Of your skill today. A shame you had to don the armor today or we might see just what sort of a warrior you are. Another time perhaps.\" \n\nHe didn't seem to know or care about her history with his clan, which was fine with her. It had been impressed on her that she could not make a habit of beheading Lion samurai, and she had taken the warning to heart. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "deimos027", "message": "\"Scorpion-san,\" Akechi's voice resonated with respect, his lion-emblazoned armor gleaming in the sunlight. \"Your words hold the weight of truth, and I acknowledge the wisdom within them. A warrior's path is one of action, not mere words, and I welcome the prospect of proving my mettle.\"\n\nHis gaze met hers, a silent promise etched in his eyes. \"Whenever you desire, wherever destiny may lead us, our blades shall converse in a dance known only to those who embrace the way of the sword.\"\n\nAkechi's lips quirked beneath his helm, a faint trace of a smile hidden behind his face. \"Though today's armor stands in the way, fear not, for a time shall come when the armor is but a memory, you'll get to see for yourself the kind of warrior I am.\"\n\nWith a respectful nod, he concluded, \"Until that moment graces our path, may our commitment bind us, Scorpion-san.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	189	5,707
325.153846	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "The scent of incense was heavy in the air as Daiki knelt in the dojo. Directly in front of him sat the painted image of Kakita himself, his O-sensei, the man whose name was passed down to both the duelists and the smiths who trained him. It was his fine traditions that tempered the unruly child Daiki had been into the disciplined youth that he had become. He bowed, pressing his forehead to the mat before rising. The sun was already setting, and most of the students would be off for their evening meals. It was the perfect time to meet uninterrupted.\n\nAt the center of the main ring were two features. The first was a complex array of soaked tatami mats, each rolled up and arranged on sturdy wooden stands to keep them from overbalancing and providing enough resistance to have a blade cut the mats while remaining upright. The second was a 3 tiered sword stand, each tier occupied by a different sized silk-wrapped bundle. These were Daiki's labors for the last week. The wakizashi and tanto each only needed a little maintenance and some detailed refitting, but the katana had taken him the entire week to prepare. He took one last stroll around, checking that each stand was solid and had its weight distributed evenly for ideal stability.\n\nOnce satisfied, he crossed to the entrance of the dojo and waited, taking up a position in seiza at the edge of the tatami floor. He was awaiting not only the owner of the blades, but also a member of his own clan. If Akodo Katsuhiro was pleased with the results of Daiki's labor, then Doji Masanari's presence would be indispensable in working out the details of future arrangements.\n\nDaiki was clad in a paler blue than usual. Granted it was not the vibrant colors he had worn on his last meeting with Katsuhiro. Then, being noticed had been a top priority. His hair, usually free flowing, was up in a top knot, maintained and orderly. A lot was riding on this meeting.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "Akodo slowly stepped out from across the street after confering with his runner. Nothing would happen once he was in Crane grounds, it would be too embarrassing for them if it did. He was dressed differently than he had been at his previous meeting with Doji, did not wear formal lion kimono, instead he wore his normal dojo clothing. Dark blue almost black hakama and a matching gi, as well as his obi, which had a spare pair of daisho in standard black saya. He followed the instructions Doji gave him to the letter. It was amusing to think that Crane were so about saving face that they couldn't even invite him in during daylight hours, but there was something he enjoyed about feeling like this was a clandestine meeting. \n\nAs he approached the dojo he saw Doji waiting for him, with what seemed like something setup behind him, likely cutting mats. In spite of himself he felt himself getting a little excited about the new blades. It had been a long week waiting for them. \n\nThe shorter sleeves of the gi showed more of the wear and tear of his life, with scars showing on his forearms. If was a common place to get cut if you were careless and your armor took enough damage... Or if you didn't have armor on when you were attacked. Akodo had learned many lessons the hard way. \n\n\"Lord Moon graces us with a beautiful evening, Doji Daiki. Thank you for the invitation to see the beautiful Crane dojo.\"" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari has been sat in the garden awaiting the arrival of the guest. He had been informed of the meeting earlier that day by Daiki and after taking a small meal earlier in the evening had positioned himself in a favourite sitting spot of his; shaded enough that most passers by would not notice him, but not too shaded that he wouldn't notice the one he was waiting for. \n\nTwo figures approached, one clearly of samurai blood and the other smaller and most likely an assistant of some sort; this was most likely the man Daiki spoke of. \n\nDressed in a fine silk kimono of nearly white blue, which depicted the mon on the crane clan, Masanari made his way inside towards to Dojo, leaving a few minutes so not to startle the guest or seem as if he were following. It paid sometimes to seem as if he were extremely busy, arriving last and putting in the show of a perfectly timed entrance, the truth was the day had been relatively quiet and having woken early Masanari had enjoyed the shaded seat for a few hours before the supposed guest arrived. \n\nHis hair was tied up in several places. He wore both swords at his side (which ones unusual for him, yet the more he trained with them the less unusual it felt). And he entered the room, merely 2 minutes after the lion. Bowing deeply he greeted both samurai.\n\n\"Akodo-san, Doji-san, I hope I have not kept you waiting,\" He said with a warm smile and his usual soft tone. \"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Akodo-san, I hope you will find out embassy to be a pleasant and enjoyable environment, it is not home yet is home for now and we are most grateful to receive you here.\" He bowed again to Katsuhiro after speaking and then once more to Daiki, leaving his movement to do the work of his words in that greeting. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Upon hearing the footsteps of the approaching loin, Daiki found his feet and stood, turning to face the entrance. Bowing at the waist, he pointed his face towards the floor. \"And let us hope Lord Onnotangu is more merciful to us with his weather than he was to his children,\" He quipped back with a sly little smirk. \"Welcome to our dojo, Akodo-sama,\" He continued, rising once the appropriate time had passed. Gesturing to the spot beside him, he invited the older samurai to join him.\n\n\"I hope that the week has been kind to you,\" He said with a genuine smile. He was trying and failing to keep his eagerness from his features, but it would work well enough to turn it into friendliness. \"How go things with the Lion in the city?\"\n\nAs Masanari joined them, he turned and bowed once again. \"Doji Masanari-san\" He replied. \"Thank you for coming. I was pleased to hear you had agreed to join us.\" Across the dojo, the three wrapped blades bore into the back of Daiki's head, but this was a formal occasion, and a true courtier was present. Decorum must be observed, and he must be patient.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "Akodo bowed to the two Crane as they greeted him, he was there guest here, and a... Quietly invited in one at that, so he did not stand on ceremony or try to make a fuss of things. He did not know who exactly this Masanari was, but he was pleased with Doji's greeting of him. The slight difference in honorifics is not a battle worth having with Crane on their turf when they are about to present you with a 'gift'\n\nThe secret in his robes felt weightier for a moment at the thought of an exchange.\n\n\"You do me honor, Masanari-san. I shall take pride in being invited here for pleasing circumstances rather than the unfortunate ones that are typical for visits between our embassy. You have a lovely garden here. I plan to try and improve upon ours.\"\n\nHe turned to Doji and found the young man's excitement contagious, but he would not be a rude guest.\n\n\"I thank you for inquiring Doji-san, I have been learning the markets and the faces of the city slowly. Though I must admit it is refreshing to not eat in a command tent with army cooks. I cannot tell you the last time I had sushi \"\n\nHe smiled and gestured inside, \" I am very excited to hear how your week went.\"" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "After the greetings Masanari strolled into the room, not immediately sitting, but wandering slightly. He caught sight of the wrapped blades. \n\n\"Are these your work Daiki-san, I look forward to seeing their magnificence, I am sure you do yourself and the clan proud with the craftsmanship as well as your presentation.\"He took a step closer to the display. Then looked up to the painting of Kakita, it felt almost as if he was unworthy to be stood in the gaze of such a master of arms, he was frail and not overly skilled with a blade, and here before him, the painting of a master, a craftsman of great skill, and a samurai of obvious skill. He tapped his katana at his side and smiled. \n\nTurning to the two samurai he spoke again. \"Tell me, I am very glad to be here, but how did you come to know one another, have you been in the city long Akodo-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "\"No, I have not been here long, barely longer than the week it took Doji here to do his miracles. However, I was enjoying a conversation with several Unicorn Samurai while arranging a hunting trip, and they both highly recommended Doji-san and offered to setup a meeting. I also had the Ambassador enquire about such things and his name came up more than once for his skill and artistry. All that was left was a meeting to see if a Lion and a Crane could work together.\"\n\nAkodo kept his face an impassive mask, refusing to reveal anything beyond his words. It was dark, but who knew who else could be watching." }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "Masanari let out a soft chuckle. \"Indeed, if a crane and a lion can work together. There seems to be an idea that infests each generation, that our clans are unable to get along, I have had many a pleasant word with members of your clan and to me the generational tension seems queer.\" \n\n\"How do you find this city, now that you are new to it? Have you have much time to look around? There are many wonderful tea houses that I could point out to you if that is something you indulge in?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "It was a relief to see that Masanari and Katsuhiro were quick to be so agreeable with one another. He had not known either of them to be otherwise, but it boded well towards the rest of the clan in the city being able to stand behind it and having a strong advocate on their side who had more established sway and influence in case of opposition.\n\nStepping to a space equally distanced between the two other samurai, Daiki gave the others a moment to finish their respective thoughts and bowed in apology. \"I beg both of your pardon for the trespass on courtesy, but I do not know how much longer we shall have the dojo to ourselves. If we wish to be uninterrupted for Akodo-sama's testing and for our discussion after, I feel the traditional pleasantries must be cut just a little shorter than usual.\"\n\nHe gestured towards the daisho stand. \"Please, good lion. If you would.\" He led the way towards the center of the assembly he had put together. The silk was still wrapped around each individually. While perhaps unnecessary, Daiki was not without a sense of showmanship. The extra barrier would add a sense of ceremony and mystery to the affair, building anticipation for the reveal. It was all a part of his calculus. \n\nThere is much riding on this...\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "Akodo was about to answer Masanari's question when Doji made mention about the limited time. The elder Lion aquiesced. He could call attention to rushing him through pleasantries to be rude, but this was a mutually beneficial exchange, and doing so at this time would benefit no-one. Akodo was focused on the war, not the battle.\n\n\"Of course, Doji-san.\" Akodo said, giving him a slight bow.\n\nThe man in yellow and gold then walked up to the entrance of the dojo and left his sandles behind, stepping inside with clean tabi. He removed his daisho and turned them backwards, holding them in his right hand in a way that would be useless to a right handed samurai. He bowed deeply to the shrine at the head of the Dojo and to Kakita-shishou. Then he walked to the center of the ring of tatami and sat down in seiza in front of the rack of weapons. He set his borrowed daishou aside, and then admired the silk around each of the blades.\n\nDoji had put great thought into everything which greatly pleased Akodo. That meant he had chosen the right person for the job. He bowed to the weapons, then reached forward and took up the tanto, pulling back the silk so that he could draw it forward. It was immaculately cared for and it looked better than new. Akodo slid the tanto back into his belt. He then bowed again and took the wakazashi, drawing the blade so that he could look at the polish in the bit of moonlight that came through the entrance of the dojo. The polish was so fine and even that Akodo was not sure if Daji had replaced this blade as well. It shouldn't have been needed, but who knows what the gifted smith had done.\n\nFinally, Akodo took up the katana. It was certainly not more important than the wakazahi, but it had been what brought them together, and what Doji had the greatest leeway to work on. Akodo bowed to the new blade, then took it up and removed the silk.\n\n\"Wow...\" Escaped Akodo's mouth without filter as he pulled the katana free of the saya and admired the hamon." }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "The weapons shared the interplay of color that adorned them. The most dominant was a deep honey-gold, but the shapes and designs fell into shades of earthen brown and rose into highlights of lustrous gold. The paint beneath the matte lacquer had flecks of metallic sheen, and the layering of the colors gave the impression that the swords were each made from large, individual stones of tiger's eye. The tsuba had been replaced by new ones with hand engraved scenes of vistas from Lion lands - bonsai trees, shaped shrubs, each with backdrops of familiar peaks from the Spine of the World. Each of the kashira was identical - a lion's paw, seemingly wrapped around the base of the grip, a solid round construction of hard brass that would stand up to a beating.\n\nEach of the painted patterns was unique, the tanto's saya had imagery of a lion's bared fangs in its golden hues on one side, while the other showed a close-up of closed and relaxed jowls. On the wakizashi, one side depicted a lion's extended fore-leg with claws fanned out from the paw, and on its reverse, a paw relaxed as a couching lion in the grass. On the katana, one side depicted a lion in full pounce, from nose to tail, all of its weapons bared - teeth, claws, and inset in its eye was a single black onyx from Akodo's chain. On the other side, a pride of lions at rest, each with calm green emeralds for eyes, also borrowed from the chain Katsuhiro had sacrificed for the work. Each was arranged so that when worn on the left side, as during conflict or times of war, the more dangerous depictions would face outward, while during times of peace and worn on the right, the peaceful imagery would be on full display.\n\nThe katana, as the most serious repair, had been completely reforged, made from the married metals of two of Katsuhiro's foes as well as the traces of his original blade. Its edge was fine, sharp, and precise in its angles.\n\nDaiki bowed. \"May they serve you well, Akodo-sama.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "westquester", "message": "\"I have never seen their like, Doji-sama.\"\n\nHe took his time, admiring the workmanship on the blade as well as the artistry on the saya. The symbolism of the two sides had been immediately striking to him, and their uses particularly as a weapon of court was flawless. As he looked at the saya of the katana, he slowly ran a finger over the jeweled eyes, feeling the tangible history brought to life in the blade. For a moment, memories came flooding back to him. Days in his youth, struggling as a samurai, a name greater than he was, having to constantly prove to himself and to others. Always feeling like he was just barely holding on, and then one day finally earning recognition. Finally feeling like his hard work was paying off.\n\nA slight wetness appeared in the corners of Akodo's eyes, though he dared not acknowledge them as they glittered in the moonlight coming through the entrance of the dojo. Slowly and silently, Akodo slid the blades into his obi and tied the saego off. He saw that Doji had moved the rack for the blades out of the circle to allow Akodo a moment to test them.\n\nHe closed his eyes, controlled his breathing, and sought the void inside of him. Earth was his bastion with Kenjutsu, but the void was his ally in Iaijutsu. He rose with fluidity and a surprising amount of grace, though not with the speed that youth often valued over everything else. The katana slid almost soundlessly from the saya and flickered through the light, severing the tatami almost perfectly until a return stroke freed the top half and showing that it had been cut twice. Akodo pivoted, spinning to face the opposite direction and his blade flickered again, this time a single cut as he continued to pivot wasting no movements nor moments as he sliced through all but the last tatami.\n\nSlowly he went through the forms of noto, sheathing the katana and sitting back down in seiza. There, he controlled his breathing again, and then like a lion pouncing from hiding on its prey, the wakazashi flashed from his side, cutting the tatami in half, he then cut it again before it could fall and he rose, sheathing the smaller blade just as ritualistically until the soft Click Of the sword locking back into place was the only sound in the dojo. Once more, the Lion bowed to Kakita's shrine, and then he turned and bowed to Doji.\n\n\"I am sorry to say, that you reputation did not precede you adequately.\" Suddenly Akodo stood tall, taller than he had the day in the garden. Gone were thoughts of bad legs, or a tired man, and instead what stood before them was taisha of the Lion in his full power and command, a man who had survived battles that had taken the lives of thousands, and a man who had sent thousands to die.\n\n\"I shall make sure that I correct this grave miscarriage of your honor. Your skill is beyond what I had been led to expect.\"" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "As the last pieces of soaked tatami fell to the dojo floor, Daiki gave an approving nod - this was both to acknowledge that the blades had done as they were intended, but also partially a recognition of the skillful execution of the Akodo's katas. Upon the praise that was to follow, he lowered his face towards the floor. \"Surely you exaggerate,\" He said in polite refusal of the compliment. \"I am pleased that you are satisfied with my work. Shall we-\"\n\nOut in the courtyard, a set of voices drew nearer. Daiki clicked his tongue in frustration. \"Our time grows short. Doji-san,\" He said, a little hastier than he would have liked, but no slower than the situation's urgency demanded. \"Would you be so kind as to show our guest the exit onto the gardens?\" He said, indicating with a rough hand the back exit of the dojo. \"I am led to believe he enjoys good horticulture and it might be a better location to discuss the futures of our two clans in the city.\" His words and his tone were asking, but the tone Beneath His tone was not. Hurriedly, he spirited away the empty daisho rack and as many bits of tatami as he could carry in one load. \"I shall see to things here, in the mean time.\"\n\|\|" } ]	292	4,227
206.033333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko awoke with the dawn to find that she had sprawled out of her futon again. The Kakita samurai-ko groggily rose to her feet, running a hand through her chin-length layered bob of platinum-white hair and yawning. Still only half-awake, she rolled up her futon and put it away in a closet behind a sliding door in her quarters.\n\nShe hastily changed into a simple white gi and black hakama, tied on an obi, and slipped her Kakita Blade, Reitenseiya, and her wakizashi into the obi. The day was just beginning, and Kiyoko would start it as she always did—in training. The duelist slid open the door to her quarters and stepped out into the dimly-lit hallway, then slid the door shut behind her. First, she would make a trip over to the dojo and go through her forms—or see if anyone else was up this hour to spar with.\n\nKiyoko padded down the hallway to the embassy's foyer, then slipped on her zori sandals over her tabi socks and stepped out into the cool morning air. Things seemed quiet this morning—both ashigaru were at their posts at the gate, the birds were only just beginning to sing their morning-songs, and the sounds of a city not-quite-yet awake coming to life echoed in the distance.\n\nKiyoko glanced over at the embassy gate again, and started to make her way toward the path that led to the Crane embassy's dojo.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "The Crane embassy's dojo was small by the clan's standards but nevertheless it was an art piece surrounded by everything but. From the adorning wall art which told the foundlings of each family to the way the lighting was designed to dance around the tatami throughout the day, it was apparent the small dojo itself was the only building within which was truly influenced by their clan.\n\nWithin the woven bamboo and earth plastered walls, stood the former Emerald Magistrate of Ryoko Owari aside another who bore dark hair, she too was a samurai-ko it seemed but not of the Crane.\n\nIt wouldn't take long for the pair to notice the arriving Kakita and as the Crane magistrate lifted her head with a smile, the dark haired samurai would slip away into the backdrop. \nSaaya was not sure of the individual's identity but she knew she was Kakita and that alone would ease the otherwise stiff persona. Giving a bow, she awaited the arrival's greeting.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The duelist was mildly surprised to find someone else awake and in the dojo ahead of her. She was usually one of the first there, most mornings; this was apparently not one of those days. Kiyoko did not recognize either of the two samurai-ko in the dojo, and though one spotted white hair, the other did not. Was that Asahina Yukimi, the shugenja who had just arrived? No, on closer look, the other woman's similarities to Yukimi stopped at her hair color.\n\n\"Ah—my apologies, I was not expecting to find anyone else here yet at this hour,\" Kiyoko said, returning Saaya's bow. She kept an eye on the dark-haired woman as she stepped back—the woman seemed to fade into the background a bit too easily, which only heightened the Kakita duelist's interest in her. More than once during her Musha shugyo, she had been unpleasantly surprised by men and women capable of fading equally easily into crowds or shadows.\n\n\"Are the two of you new arrivals, as well? I am Kakita Kiyoko.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "Saaya turned hearing Kiyoko's words but realized that her previous guest has already vanished. Turning back to the Kakita, she smiled.\n\n\"Kakita Kiyoko-san. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Kakita Saaya, serving as clan magistrate on important business here.\" This is all Saaya would say but Kiyoko would know this name as the former emerald magistrate of Ryoko Owari Toshi.\n\n\"Perhaps you could catch me up on the current state of affairs with our clan over tea?\" She continued. The voice was soft yet stern, a tune which rested upon water yet commanded respect al the same. Her appearance too was plain yet exquisite dancing in both realms with grace. It seemed Saaya had mastered the subtleties of beauty, one which often set her apart even from other Crane.\nSaaya figured Kiyoko did not come to the dojo to talk with her but the magistrate figured she would not refuse her. After all, the Crane knows better than any that clan affairs trump the desire of the individual. Her long snow stained hair flourished behind her shoulders rolling over each and every breeze which made its way into the dojo's walls. Shifting her head downward ever so slightly, she awaited for her Kakita counterpart patiently.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Unfortunately, Kiyoko was a newcomer to Ryoko Owari Toshi herself, and rarely had many dealings with court intrigues or political functionaries. She had just returned from a six-year-long Musha shugyo, after all. Had she heard of a Kakita Saaya before? Well, the woman was apparently a Crane clan magistrate. Likely, a distant relative as well. \n\nThe duelist groaned inwardly—gossiping over tea was definitely Not How she had intended to start her morning. Oh, by the kami! Was this Kakita Saaya going to insist that she perform a Tea ceremony, too? Kiyoko suppressed a shudder at the thought, recalling the harsh words her sensei had berated her with back at the Kakita Dueling Academy when she had first learned it.\n\nThe duelist swallowed her misgivings and offered a polite smile as she replied, \"Ah, Saaya-sama. The pleasure is all mine.\" Kiyoko bowed. \"Far be it from me to refuse your gracious offer. Will your companion be joining us as well?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "The magistrate, while an expert in law both of the Empire and her clan was well versed in the practices of politics too. Though one could argue that law could not exist without the latter, the Crane specifically intertwined their influence in all things, for the wellbeing of the Empire of course. It wouldn't take much for Saaya to read right through Kiyoko in seeing the slight disdain arise. It was apparent Kiyoko's training was dedicated to the blade, so much so that her sincerity was lacking. Either way, Saaya didn't mind and would be satisfied with a quick meeting.\n\n\"My... Companion?\" Saaya asked slight confused. \"I am here by myself.\" Her smile was as eloquent as it was upon Kiyoko's first arrival. Saaya told no lies, she was here alone and the one before must've been nothing more than a guest.\n\nWaving a hand to a nearby servant, he would depart to fix and grab tea. Saaya was without need of specifying, almost as if this servant knew her motions already.\n\"Follow me this way.\" She gestured over to a multi-purpose room which extended off the main dojo. Two sitting mats, and a small table already centered the room. \"After you, Kiyoko-san.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko came up from her bow with an eyebrow raised. She held her tongue, but clearly she was dubious that the other woman had been a stranger to Saaya. After a beat, she simply tilted her head in concession. \"As Saaya-sama says.\"\n\nThe duelist dutifully followed after Saaya, pausing at the edge of the multi-purpose room for a brief moment to glance at the other Kakita. Wordlessly, she stepped over to one of the two Zabuton Sitting mats. She removed her katana from her obi and paused again, waiting for Saaya to sit before she did so herself. Only after the magistrate had seated herself did Kiyoko do the same. She placed her katana to her right and then did the same with her wakizashi.\n\n\"What does Saaya-sama wish to know?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "The two Kakita cousins would sit across from each other, both analyzing the scene in their own respective ways.\nSaaya had returned to Journey's End not as imperial, but once more a representative of her clan. This was due to various reasons as explained to her by Kakita Yoshi yet before anything of that matter could occur, she wanted to get reacquainted with the clan's perspective within the city. Not just from the ambassador, but from the samurai who find themselves stationed here for various reasons.\n\n\"We as Kakita are trained to be observant. Whether through gripping tongues or hilts, we are aware of more than most. Speak on your observations regarding the clan's standing here.\" Saaya was direct as per usual in her unique style Crane vocalization but she also saw no reason to waste the time of one of her own. Simply put, Kakita Kiyoko was here for the same reason Saaya was, whether she knew this yet or not.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "\"Mmmn.\" Kiyoko's gaze grew distant as she contemplated Saaya's request. What Was The clan's standing in Ryoko Owari? It was hardly a strong position, that much was certain. The duelist refocused her gaze on Saaya.\n\n\"It is not a strong position. We have had two Kakita samurai murdered in the past few months, which is a stain upon the family's honor, as well as the Crane's. The captain of the embassy guard, Doji Koharu-sama, is competent. Our new ambassador, Doji Rika-sama, is experienced. We have an adequate number of ashigaru and jizamurai, but it seems many of them lack initiative. I understand that one of the two slain Kakita was an instructor who would drill the guard, so perhaps his absence has allowed those who are left to grow lax.\"\n\nKiyoko paused and glanced in the direction Saaya's servant had departed.\n\n\"On a brighter note, the Crane and the Unicorn are allied, and the Unicorn have a noticeable presence in the city. Doji-sama may not be pleased that the Crane position is not stronger, but our allies remain a strength. The Mantis are also on friendly terms with us; I think they hope to ally themselves with the Unicorn and ourselves.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "'Not a strong position'\n\nThe phrase would continually ring through Saaya's head before the servant returned with tea in hand. The servant methodically placed a cup before each of the samurai and poured each one. Afterwards, she placed the pot in the center and awaited further instruction.\n\n\"Ahh, gyokoro. You remembered.\" Saaya smiled, recognizing the small gesture by the old face she had been apart from for some months.\n\n\"Of course, Kakita-dono.\" The servant would bow and excuse herself receiving a nod of approval from her lord.\n\nThe magistrate's gaze returned both to Kiyoko and the matter at hand. The Mantis, an interesting play to pull a 180, and so soon at that.\n\"Beware of Mantis hospitality, especially when exiting a relationship that of the Scorpion. I will need to confer with our dear ambassador on this matter.\" Saaya thought briefly to herself, concerned with the reports of the murdered samurai. This was one of the seemingly many reasons she was sent here. Kakita Yoshi couldn't bring her as an imperial representative, and she was beginning to understand all the reasons why.\n\"Concerning the murders, who has been leading the investigation on them thus far?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko watched in silence as the servant returned and poured two cups of tea. At least she was not being asked to perform a tea ceremony, she thought uh by with some relief. Taking up her own tea cup when it was appropriate to do so, she turned her attention back to Saaya as the other Crane woman spoke.\n\n\"I confess that I am of most use when not employed in wars of words, as courtiers are. That said, I do not think there is any duplicity on the Mantis ambassador's part. It has been delegated to me to lead the investigation so far, and I have met with both Moshi Mai, their ambassador, and her yojimbo, a ronin named Chiyoko. They were forthcoming with what information they had, and allowed me to interrogate a prisoner they have who was linked to the affair.\"\n\nShe sipped her tea. \"But I will keep Saaya-sama's advice in mind.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "a_real_party", "message": "A servant hastily steps in, Bows deeply, and says \"Pardon the interruption Kakita-dono but Itsuki-sensei is here to ask a few questions regarding his post to train the Crane guards and insists on seeing you. What should I tell him?\" The servant stand there, looking nervous, awaiting an answer" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "Saaya thought once more on Kiyoko's words. It was as if every time Kiyoko spoke, the magistrate thought long and hard about each and every word.\n\"Very well, I appreciate your insight Kiyoko-san. However, I would like a full report handed to me about your investigation up to this point. Nothing should be absent from this. Have this to me in two days time. If there is anything I can aid you with, I will be residing here at the embassy.\" Kakita Saaya knew how to speak to each and every individual, whether direct or with pleasantries. She had quite the feeling that Kiyoko was one who didn't like to waste unnecessary time and felt she was appreciate her more natural direct nature.\n\nJust before Saaya was going to ask Kiyoko on how she found the gyokoro, the servant would make himself present.\n\"Bring him in.\" She spoke briefly before turning with an eye of interest back to Kiyoko. \"I do not know a Itsuki, do you?\" She was confused but Ryoko Owari had the ability to make a samurai used to handling surprises.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "a_real_party", "message": "Itsuki-sensei walked in and bowed in respect. \" The ambassador requested me to come and train the guard. I was just here to see if I had any other responsibilities \" He looked extremely confident and was dressed in a Blue and White robe with big beige pants. He had a white-hilted sword at his side and bowed again offering a gift of art. A small hand drawn Peach tree over a waterfall.\n\n\"Please accept this gift that your humble servant offer\"" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko nodded once. She really shouldn't be surprised that the magistrate would want a fully-detailed report. It had been a while since she had had to write anything other than poetry, but she was sure she could manage. Maybe Saaya would appreciate it if the report itself were written in verse? She thought with a touch of wry humor.\n\nAt the servant's arrival, the Kakita duelist glanced at the door, and then shook her head to Saaya. She was not familiar with anyone named Itsuki. That was usually a given name, wasn't it? \"I cannot say that I am familiar with any such person. A new arrival?\"\n\nThe samurai-ko's conjecture was proven correct a few moments later when Itsuki entered the room. He must be another newly-assigned samurai to the embassy, she thought. Kiyoko glanced at Saaya. \"Shall I see myself out, Saaya-sama?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "a_real_party", "message": "Itsuki-sensei took in his surroundings while remaining bowed. He was trained for this. His master wanted an update on the situation in Ryoko Owari but he didn't want anyone knowing he was spying. Yes he was spying on his own people but it'd be a problem if they knew the Harriers were worried. He looked Kakita Kiyoko. She seemed like she'd be a valuable ally. He smiled a bit to himself. This city could be a fine home." }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "\"Not yet, Kiyoko-san.\" She muttered softly not impressed with the samurai's entrance nor that of the servant who so blatantly obvious was new.\n\"Let us hope you are here to train the guard on martial prowess and not on the grounds of etiquette.\" Saaya scoffed as she leveled her gaze into his eyes, not once breaking eyesight, not even to look at the gift which was the sole thing saving Itsuki from a more grievous consequence. \"Are you not proud enough of your family to take their name? Think long and hard the next time you have a servant address you as a ronin.\"\n\nSaaya had her doubts that this unfamiliar face was Kakita, may the Kami hope that he wasn't. Nevertheless, Itsuki needed to address himself fully and to state exactly who had sent him and why he was here if he were to request audience. While the conflicts around them called for a growing desire for the bushi arts, Saaya would not allow for the Crane to lose their etiquette. For it was this very code which elevated them above all others. For it was this code that so many believed to be limiting, that the Crane utilized its effect to superiority.\n\n\"Now, to start once more, who are you?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "a_real_party", "message": "Taking a deep breath and slightly mad at his mistake he continued \"Forgive me. My name is Daidoji no Fujihiro Itsuki. I have come to better the guards battle skills as requested by the ambassador. Forgive my lack-luster entrance and accept this gift that I your humble servant offers.\" He really hates that he had failed so terribly at his entrance. \n\n\nBetter?" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko dipped her head in acknowledgement to Saaya and remained seated where she was. The newcomer was certainly making an unfortunate first impression on the magistrate, it seemed. The duelist turned her attention to the man, looking him over. His bearing and the callouses on his hands bore testimony that he was a competent swordfighter. Perhaps she would invite him to spar with her later. It would be good to gauge just How Competent he was with a blade.\n\nHe couldn't be more than a couple of years older than her. His kimono obscured his frame a little, as all kimono did, but he seemed lean, as most soldiers were simply by virtue of their professions. Few soldiers went to the extremes with their athletics, and he didn't seem to be one of them.\n\nThey had been without a drill instructor for the embassy guards for a while; this Daidoji no Fujihiro Itsuki seemed up to that task, which was good.\n\nThe Kakita duelist remained silent, waiting for Saaya to answer the man, and continued her observations.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "\"A family of forgers. This blade definitely seems of quality befitting your family's reputation.\" Saaya waved over a servant to accept the gift for her before bowing to Itsuki in thanks.\n\nKakita Saaya looked thin, more so than a typical stature but it did not affect her posture or unwavering demeanor. Perhaps this was why Saaya had become a magistrate over a more diplomatic role. These were the occasional thoughts that would be typical to run through the heads of those who came face to face with the pale faced Kakita.\n\"Kiyoko-san. I won't keep you any longer but when you go, take this servant with you.\" Saaya would gesture to the one who had improperly introduced Itsuki beforehand. \"Please make sure this will be his first and last mistake serving the etiquette of our clan. Thank you for gifting me with your time.\" She bowed. \n\"As for you Fujihiro-san, feel free to introduce yourself to the embassy garrison, they have been awaiting your acquaintance.\" As she spoke, the servant would fade into the backdrop with the offered art piece.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Inwardly, Kiyoko winced. Outwardly, she kept her face carefully neutral, and simply nodded. \"I was in need of material to test a new katana's edge on,\" She said evenly, glancing at the servant in question. The duelist rose to her feet and looked to Itsuki.\n\n\"I am Kakita Kiyoko, Fujihiro-san. Welcome to Ryoko Owari. I imagine I will see you in the dojo later,\" She said. \n\nWith that, she escorted the now-quivering servant outside of the room and into the dojo. Kiyoko made a show of selecting a bokken, then led the servant outside of the dojo entirely.\n\nTapping the bokken on her own shoulder in rhythm, she ordered the servant to turn around. A short, light rap on the backside later, and she spoke again. \"I Highly Suggest that you keep your manners about you, Shimobe-kun. The next time it happens... Well, there will not Be A next time, yes?\"\n\nThe manservant nodded and bowed profusely, then ran off—he knew he was getting off far lighter than he deserved. Fortunately for him, she definitely had better things to do than beat, maim, or execute the staff.\n\nOne of which just so happened to be a report that Saaya had requested. Kiyoko rued that her day wasn't starting off with training, but it would seem that would have to come later. Maybe when she returned the bokken she had borrowed.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "a_real_party", "message": "Fujihiro-sensei stood up and acknowledged Kakita Saaya's with one final bow. After doing away with final formalities he turned and saw Kakita Kiyoko. \"Thank you for being so hospitable and I imagine I will.\" He was uncertain how he felt about the Crane Duelist. She seemed competent enough but she also seemed... Well he didn't know. He couldn't get a solid feel for her. He was probably overthinking it. He just hoped he'd get to spar with her later. He wished to learn the manner she fought in. Was it sloppy? Probably not. She seemed professional" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "A servant would approach Kakita Kiyoko, bowing and making their presence known.\n\"Kakita-sama, Shosuro Tomoe-sama awaits a meeting with you. She said the matter is of great importance.\" The servant would bow a second time, holding it in place awaiting instruction. The servant would be the very servant she had reprimanded only a day earlier.\n\nIf Kiyoko had high awareness and means to visualize Tomoe from a place of hiding, she would recognize her as the same woman who disappeared from company when she first approached Kakita Saaya. The samurai-ko held tied up, sleek black hair and a face of immaculate beauty, one which only increased the nearer she got, one that had a way of striking her. \nWho was she?\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko raised an eyebrow at the servant. 'Shosuro' was a Scorpion family. Why was a Crane servant running errands for a Scorpion? The duelist had met a handful of Scorpion samurai in the time since she had arrived at Ryoko Owari, but the only one that didn't set her on edge was their magistrate, Bayushi no Rokuto Yuto. Was this some sort of trap? The Crane samurai-ko looked around, but found nothing out of the ordinary.\n\n\"Alright. Where does Shosuro Tomoe-san wish to meet?\" She asked the servant.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "\"She is right outside Kakita-sama. Shall-\" Before the servant could finish another voice would appear before them.\n\"Shosuro Tomoe, it is an honor to finally meet you Kakita Kiyoko-san.\" Though referencing her as equal, Tomoe would bow to great angle conveying deep respects to the Kakita before her. \"You may be wondering for the reason of my intrusion, allow me to explain. I serve as yoriki to Kakita Saaya when she finds herself in this endearing city. I provide expertise and knowledge on a city which can prove...\" She thought briefly, her eyes rolling upward as if to search for the missing word. \"...Elaborate.\"\nThe woman was entrancing, tied up ebony hair glimmered in the peering light which breached through the window pane. Unlike Saaya, she spoke in song. Her voice was like the sweetest of nectars, and her movements were precise as if to set the stage for the movement following. She looked to Kiyoko with the slightest of smiles but one she could ensure the bushi could see.\n\"I come with an offer, but I can return at a time of better convenience.\" She blinked, this time a moment longer.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko shifted her gaze from the servant to the newcomer. So this was who was speaking with Saaya yesterday, before the duelist had stumbled upon them in the dojo. \"Likewise, a pleasure, Shosuro-san.\"\n\nUnaware of Saaya's prior posting as an Emerald Magistrate, the duelist blinked when Tomoe said that she was Saaya's yoriki. A Scorpion, serving a Crane? What sort of arrangement had Saaya-sama made here?\n\nShe glanced at the servant and indicated that it was time for him to leave with a jerk of her head. No sense to involve a servant in a samurai's business.\n\n\"Now is as good a time as any,\" Kiyoko said guardedly.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "\"Very well.\" Tomoe replied briefly before making herself a guest to Kiyoko.\n\nTomoe was somewhat of an alluring mystery to unravel. While it would only take someone with mediocre courtier skills to see that she was a complex individual, layered with many hidden doors, it didn't change the fact that these passageways stayed shrouded. Tomoe wasn't merely a Shosuro, but one who had spent her entire life in Ryoko Owari Toshi. She was a product of the city itself and few would do well to uncover what that truly meant.\n\nShosuro Tomoe had also worked alongside the Emerald Magistrate prior to Saaya. She held expertise on matters that proved heavily useful, especially one ignorant of experience within the 'Green Walls.' As such, she was a guide offered by her clan to render hospitality to those magistrates they felt her to be most useful to. Though it was clear that the working relationship between Tomoe and Saaya was nothing shy of a mutual one.\n\n\"You have been working on the report regarding the unfortunate events of your clan. First and foremost, you have my sincerest condolences.\" Tomoe would bow, holding it for considerable time. \"Secondly, I have been entrusted to offer this to you... If you so desire.\" Tomoe placed a document with the Kakita Saaya's seal. Within, contained the official recognition as a yoriki to Saaya herself and the granting access that normally Kiyoko would not have privilege to.\n\"If you do, then I will make the arrangements to have your fealty sworn in. Personally...\" Tomoe would move closer to the woman, standing side by side, facing in opposite direction. Her head cocked downward with a shortened grin shooting across her face. \"...I think you would prove quite useful.\" She'd then take two steps back in her initial direction bowing once more, maintaining her inviting smile, and a gaze intercepting her own." }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "The duelist nodded an acknowledgment as Tomoe offered her condolences. Though the two slain Kakita were kin, she had not known either, nor were they close relatives. The affront to the family's honor was of more concern to her than any grief she may have felt.\n\nGiven the sealed scroll, Kiyoko gave Tomoe a quizzical look and broke its seal. She read the letter, glancing periodically at the Scorpion. So Saaya was offering to deputize Kiyoko as well? Becoming a magistrate's yoriki was a great honor; she imagined that both of her parents, magistrates in Mura Sabishii Toshi, would be proud.\n\n\"Saaya-sama honors me with the offer,\" She said, rolling the scroll up again. Though she imagined Saaya's motivations to be aboveboard, Kiyoko did wonder what sort of 'uses' Tomoe imagined for the Kakita duelist. Perhaps that was just her general suspicions of the Scorpion clan speaking.\n\nKiyoko extended her hand, offering the scroll back to Tomoe. \"Please inform Saaya-sama that it is an honor to accept.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kingambition", "message": "A grin shot across Tomoe's face as she bowed at the reply. Kiyoko had an aura about her, one which attracted Tomoe, as such it was an attraction both towards herself and one which deflected in attracting this aura toward Saaya as well.\nSaaya and Tomoe had mutual benefit, on more levels than just one. To the average eye, they would meet frequently, business only of course.\n\n\"Inform her, I shall.\" She took the scroll.\n\nThe samurai of crimson and black origins still intended to learn more about Kiyoko and this would come in due time. Tomoe originally wished for Saaya to delay this offer slightly but Saaya was in desperate need of representation she could rely on in the Public Perception; the assassinations forced that hand.\n\n\"I will depart immediately then unless you have any other concerns.\" Tomoe smiled once more, a smile Kiyoko would come to know if not already, one bordering deep familiarity.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko shook her head. She didn't expect a Scorpion to be forthright about anything—even if this one Was Serving the former Emerald Magistrate—so there was no point in questioning why she was here in the Crane embassy, serving a Crane magistrate. It would make the most sense to ask it of Saaya directly, though that woman was enigmatic in her own way. \"I am sure she—or you—know where to find me,\" The duelist said.\n\nWith that, Kiyoko returned Tomoe's bow and waited until the other woman had departed before returning to whatever it was she had been doing before the Scorpion had sidetracked her. Probably going to the dojo for something.\n\n\|\|" } ]	209	6,181
337.257143	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Seated on the edge of the tatami mats of the duelist dojo, Doji Daiki sat in lotus pose, clearing his mind of distractions. His calloused, sandpaper hands were turned palm up and rested in neutral position on his knees. The rest of his appearance was in stark contract to his worn palms and pads of his fingers. The forge had not marred his fair face nor any other part of his skin. His kimono, an intentional choice of neutral stormy blue, was picked out to help hide any signs of soot that might have stowed away from the furnaces. His white hair was always tied back to avoid losing its pristine alabaster glow to the touch of coal dust. Still, as he pushed the world around him out of mind, the sound of ringing hammers still sounded at the edge of his mind. He wanted to be back at the anvil, but now it was time to train.\n\nAfter another minute of earnest but largely fruitless meditation, he let out a puff of air and stood, determined to try again once he had taken some time to walk or perhaps stimulate his taste buds with the mellow bouquet of a cup of tea.\n\nHe strode from the dojo, remembering to turn and bow on his way out before stepping out onto the shaded walkway that led back to the embassy proper.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Hey. Hey you!\" \n\nChiyoko continued to talk to the fellow running the day's drills in the Crane Embassy's duelist dojo, turning over a letter that she had found on the ground as she was running errands. She intended to turn it over and leave, get back to her own embassy to get back to work. \n\nBut as she tried to focus on speaking with the only Crane she cared to address, someone was calling at her. \n\n\"You're the ronin Chiyoko, yes? The one that dueled Doji Sasuke two summers ago?\" She finally looked back to see a while-haired fellow approaching, some young upstart, no doubt. \"That man is my older brother, you know.\"\n\n\"I did not know he had a brother, Doji-sama,\" She said wearily, \"Nor is it any concern of mine. I won, he lost. If that would be all...\" \n\n\"Well, you demoralized him so much that he didn't even bother to take part in the Topaz tournament,\" The Doji said, \"And you're to blame. And you must've gotten lucky, since he's got over fifty guaranteed techniques-\"\n\n_\"A thousands katas can be learned, but it takes only one to win._ A lesson from Niten, Doji-sama. Same I taught your brother.\" The young man glared at her, but Chiyoko's single eye that had the look of one that's actually taken a life was overpowering. The young man retreated, slightly shaken and grumbling under his breath. \n\n\"I apologize for that young one,\" The instructor said. \"He's a fiery one. Please, I wish to repay you for the good deed despite our Clan's differences. Give me a moment.\" \n\nChiyoko didn't want to be doubly rude, so she relented. She was instructed to head to the embassy proper, and he would return post-haste. So, leaving the dojo after the upstart made a scene, Chiyoko adjusted the mon marking her as employed by the Mantis, and headed that way as well. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "It was not unheard of for raised voices to waft out of the dojo. After all, it was practically a cliche for a crane to have its feathers ruffled and call out insults or cry out for some petty justice. However, the solemn space of the dojo was typically treated with more respect. Moments after hearing a raised voice, someone brushed rather unceremoniously past Daiki and off toward the barracks. Rather than return the unkindness with challenges and insults, which likely was exactly what a haughty duelist storming from a dojo would be looking for, he snorted in silent amusement and resumed his pace along the walkway.\n\nIt was a pleasant enough day, with warm sunlight to bathe the grounds beyond the shade of the path. Gardens and fountains decorated every section of the embassy - nothing less for the wealthy and aesthetically inclined children of Doji. What was out of place was the samurai bearing a Mantis mon emerging from the dojo not long after Daiki's ill-tempered clansman.\n\n\"Don't tell me you wandered into a Kakita dojo looking for trouble,\" He quipped, though the smile at the corners of his eyes was enough to indicate that his words carried no true blame or accusation with them. \"I hope that you have received proper apology, but if not, I will give it to you. We crane can have fragile egos, but we are taught to conduct ourselves with more decorum, even when wounded. Apologies on behalf of my clan and my dojo.\" He offered a simple bow, holding it for a few long moments to denote the sincerity of the gesture before rising. \"I am Doji Daiki, a student of the Kakita duelists and artisans alike. I had just... Finished some exercise and was off to avail myself of some tea. Would you care to join me while the air clears after that little display?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"It's starting to seem that way.\" Chiyoko turned around to face this possible combatant, her patience running thin. But, as the man spoke, she found herself deflating a bit, and going more at ease. \"Right... No apologies are necessary. I bested the man's brother, and he took it as an insult. I can't fault him for being angry.\" \n\nShe bowed in return as Dojo Daiki introduced himself. \"Chiyoko, serving the Mantis,\" She explained. I was just here to turn in a lost letter, simple as that. I would not come here otherwise, if I am honest. I find Kakita Duelists... Well, I do not get along with them often.\" She left it at that; being no diplomat, it was better she just keep her mouth shut. \n\nShe wanted to refuse the offer, but she was already stuck waiting for something. \"I am not in a position to refuse,\" She said, \"And if it means I won't get stares from _that_ fellow-\" She motioned with her head to the glaring young man in the dojo \"-I would accept wholeheartedly. Lead the way, Doji-sama.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Daiki gave a knowing nod. \"I am not unsympathetic,\" He said, carefully picking his words. \"The families of the crane are each eccentric in their own way. Each of those eccentricities will rub a different group the wrong way and will likewise be rubbed the wrong way by others.\"\n\nHe reached out a kimono clad arm towards the tea house. \"I will take that as a yes to tea, however reluctant. Come, I will see to it that your drink is paid for by the young man's lord as an small account for his rudeness in the dojo.\" He walked at a leisurely pace, not in any particular hurry to get back to his meditations. \"It is a shame that our most esteemed friend took his brother's defeat so personally.\" The curve of his mouth twisted into a pinched, painful smile. \"Defeat is painful, but it is inevitable. Loss is meant to be a tool that drives us to greater heights, not greater insult. If he lost, it was a result of a skill gap, or perhaps his own karma. Either way, to rail against it is to show one's ignorance and petulance.\"\n\nDaiki parted the curtains of the tea house and stepped into the little shop, nodding his greeting to the attendant and requesting his favorite table by the window. Settling into seiza position, he indicated the cushion opposite him. \"I am quite interested in dueling as a practice. Would it be prying to ask to know more about the fated bout that brought on the feud between the young samurai's family and yourself?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko followed Daiki, and responded nonchalantly to his words on loss. \"You speak wisdom. The issue with that particular person was that they never once considered losing was an option. I didn't know him well, but he seemed the kind that never challenged a challenge. Going undefeated when your opponents are novices is not a title worth sharing.\" Chiyoko barely remembered the fellow, other than the look on his face when she cut his cheek open. \n\nEntering the tea house, she was always impressed by the aesthetic of the Crane. Always immaculate and elegant. It _always_ made her feel dirtier than she was. Maybe a new kimono was in order... \n\nAll the same, she sat, setting her daisho to her right, as was customary for peaceful meetings. \"It was hardly a feud, since I have thought about that particular family but twice in my life: At the time of the duel, and today. But, if you insist...\n\n\"I was travelling through Crane Lands, heading to some villages near Toshi Ranbo. I heard word that there were villagers there needing assistance with bandits taking advantage at the time, and was hoping for easy money. While speaking with a merchant for a possible bodyguarding, I expressed that I was adept in Niten. Thus enters Doji whatever-his-name-was-sama. He called Niten inferior. I said something of the mind of spending 'so much time searching for the perfect cut that you've forgotten to learn some manners.' Probably ruder than that. \n\n\"And thus, we dueled. First blood, winner gains nothing but honor and the loser must admit the other's style superior.\" Chiyoko shrugged her shoulders. \"The bout itself didn't last long. Like most Kakita-style duelists, he came at me fast and gracefully. That is easily countered, if you know how to do so.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Heaving a heavy sigh, Daiki hung his head and shook it slowly. \"That is the height of ignorance and arrogance,\" He said, a bite of bitter disappointment in his tone. \"Even Kakita himself gave great deference to Niten. He knew that although he would kill Mirumoto if they drew steel against one another, he too would lose his life. And history proved him correct. To dismiss an opponent that your own O-sensei revered is foolishness beyond foolishness.\"\n\nA cup of steaming green tea was set before him. His fingers had seen more punishment at the hands of the forges than they ever had by a cup of tea, so the usual method of knowing when the drink was yet cool enough was of no use to him. Instead, he watched and waited patiently to see if Chiyoko would feel her cup before hurrying to burn his tongue.\n\n\"I am very curious about Niten,\" He went on. \"The base concept seems simple enough that any child could come up with it. But then again, so too does Kakita's way. 'More swords is better than fewer swords' versus 'if you kill them first, they can't kill you,' yes?\" It was a cheeky comment, but not one meant to be taken seriously. \"I think it becomes very easy for insular thinkers to get bogged down in their own technique that they forget that other students of other styles are training just as hard - if not harder - and that their techniques are not conjured up out of thin air.\"\n\nLeaning forward, Daiki took a moment to examine the mon on Chiyoko's clothing. \"You introduced yourself as one who serves the Mantis, not specifically of the Mantis yourself?\" The next question he approached gingerly, as it could be taken as judgment if not asked delicately. \"Are you ronin?\" He arched his eyebrows in mild curiosity. It was a subtle signal, which was not something he was always particularly skilled at giving, but he hoped with it she might feel that he was interested, but not bothered either way.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Indeed, there used to be respect about it, but it is what it is. If I gained a koku for every time someone called my style inferior, I'd be living in a castle by now.\" _'right on the edge of the plains,'_ she added in her mind. \n\nShe accepted the tea, and took notice of the man's hands. He was not like most of the Crane she saw; his hands were calloused and worn. Someone that put time and effort into the sword, and maybe something else. She checked the heat, and found it cool enough to drink. \"After you, Doji-sama,\" She offered; she knew her manners, after all. \n\nOn the joke about Niten, Chiyoko huffed a bit. \"Hardly,\" She said, \"It is actually quite difficult. Two hands full means you have none to keep balance if needed. One has to train for many months to master starting stance, _Kamae.\"_ She took a sip of tea after Daiki did, and found it pleasing.\n\nThe question of her allegiance made her bristle a little, but she answered truthfully. \"...Yes, I am a ronin, and I serve the Mantis at the present. But, I was trained and ascended from the Mirumoto Niten Dojo. Why I don't have a family name anymore is my own business.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"I hope you do not misunderstand my meaning,\" Daiki added, taking a careful sip of his tea to stimulate his tongue for interesting conversation. \"To say that the base concept is simple says nothing of the actual execution.\" Taking a longer, more meaningful draw on his tea, he sighed and sat back just a little ways. \"A Haiku is very simple in concept. However, just because one can count to seventeen does not mean one can do justice to the art.\"\n\nAs he turned her words over in his mind, he nodded to himself. \"Of course balance would be difficult,\" He agreed, continuing to think through her analysis. \"I can imagine that tracking so much information at once is also trying. I normally must mind my own sword and my enemy's. With another sword in my hand, I would have to keep track of the paths both must travel, watch for openings, and still be aware of incoming attacks. Very tricky.\" He agreed, taking yet another sip. His stormy blue eyes were relaxed, but they never left the other samurai.\n\n\"And your business is, of course, your business,\" He said, not challenging Chiyoko's privacy, at least not directly, adding, \"So long as that business does not put my kin in harm's way, that is. Then I think you shall find it is very much my business. But you do not seem the type.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"Hm. You speak the truth. Forgive me for being testy. No offense, but I'm no better than any Kakita when their style is spoken about flippantly- in this case, simply _perceived_ as such.\" Chiyoko was indeed guilty of getting riled up over such a thing, foolishly enough. And all for a family that she was exiled from. She did her best to relax, lest she end up offending Cranes on their home turf. \n\n\"It is,\" Chiyoko confirmed, \"At first. _Kamae_ fixes that. It means to find a natural stance with both blades drawn. No two Niten practioners stand similarly, as the _Kamae_ is one's natural standing position. One doesn't think about how to swing one's arms as they walk or run; make your swords but your own arm gait, and you gain natural prowess. But, it can't be taught, it has to be reached on the individual level.\" Memories of her long days and nights of walking about with heavy training blades came to mind. It took her most of a winter before she could say her _Kamae_ was complete. \n\n\"You'll find no quarrel from me, I assure you. My employer has its hate of the Crane, but I care little. I protect my liege and do her bidding with no hard feelings nor vendetta.\" She let out a small chuckle, all the same. \"But, I understand the warning, though it may just be a veiled attempt to test my skill.\" She sipped her tea, calmly coy. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Lifting his cup to his lips, Daiki hid a smirk behind the rim. \"Like the Kakita, eh? Even as you parry, you strike. If you had not been schooled in Niten, you would have made quite an effective courtier.\" It was a well-meaning jab, tit-for-tat.\n\nTrue or not, if you take swipes at the crane, expect to be cut in return.\n\nSipping silently, he considered the ronin before him more carefully. She was an interesting specimen to be sure. Proud of her schooling, yet not proud enough of her heritage to speak on the matter. Critical of the crane for their tempers, yet quick to retaliate. Were these things the right and left blades of Niten, or was a tendency of her personality brought about by being targeted so often? And yet, she claimed to have no vendettas against the crane.\n\nIt is as Shinsei says: Be careful who you set as your enemy, for you will begin to resemble them.\n\n\"It would be easy enough to make claims that you have not crossed blades with a proper practitioner of Kakita Iaijutsu, but I feel like that is the stance that a poor sport would take while blindly defending their philosophies.\" He took another sip and turned words over in his head. \"It is a difficult thing to discuss without coming across as petty or judgmental. There is so much bad blood. Even our styles' progenitors, despite their mutual deference, were adversarial to the end. I believe Kakita referred to Niten as 'the coward's way,' and I am sure Mirumoto had similar words for him.\"\n\nWith a nod, he accepted her claim that she bore no ill will. She did not seem to have been interested in drawing steel against the man who accosted her, and likewise she was being civil enough now despite the back and forth that was only too common between rival schools.\n\nA veiled attempt to test her skill? Of course not. We're simply bandying words over tea.\n\nEven as he thought it though, he was not sure he believed it.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko only offered a smile at the courtier joke. Perhaps, if she had the stomach for that sort of thing. No, a bushi life was hers, nothing else fitting to her liking nor her talents. \n\nThis was... Fine. Nice, even. She liked a nice cup of tea, even if she'd slowly gotten more used to the non-traditional kinds both Unicorn and Mantis had on hand. But, sometimes a simple green was best. And the company was fine enough as well. \n\n\"Hm. There's a joke like that. 'A Lion is sitting in a teahouse, when he hears of a supposed Lion bushi killing innocents in the night. He claims that no Lion would ever do such a thing. A week later, he returns to the shop, and hears that indeed, it was a Lion that committed the crimes. The Lion huffs, and claims no _true_ Lion would do such a thing instead.' In other words, if you claim it, and you've learned it, then you _are_ it. Besides, it'd be poor showing to discount their endeavors as well.\" \n\nEver so slightly, her eyebrow twitched at calling Niten 'the coward's way,' but she kept her heart cool and did not allow it to blaze with pride. \"Indeed. When I was still of the Mirumoto, we often expressed that the way of the Perfect Cut was as our progenitor called it, 'Tenacious, but single-minded.' For what it's worth, while I find thwarting the Kakita Iaijutsu something I can handle, it's not easy. Speed is uncanny, accuracy extreme. A Kakita duelist will not miss on his own volition. Thus, a Mirumoto must force it to miss, block it outright, or, my own preference, step out of the way.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "When she was with the Mirumoto? So she was once a Dragon after all...\n\nIt was difficult to say whether Chiyoko had intended to reveal that much about herself or not. One could assume that she had learned Niten in the Mirumoto dojos, but this confirmed it. She had been very guarded about her past just a moment ago. Was this a misstep? Or perhaps she was merely relaxed enough to share more about herself. A moment later, these words were put completely out of mind.\n\n\"Step out of the way? That is a dangerous tactic,\" Daiki said, raising his eyebrows in return. \"To count on being able to move your entire body faster than a duelist can move just his arm and sword?\" Knitting his brows together, he took another drink. His cup was getting low, and he made eye contact with the attendant to summon her. Bustling over with a steaming pot, she topped him off before offering more to Chiyoko as well.\n\nHe had already said more than was probably polite. Still, a part of him was tempted to press the point, asking how such a strategy could have been successful not just once, but multiple times as her claims would suggest. \"I do not mean to insult you, Chiyoko-san. Forgive my skepticism. But to at the same time both admit how fast and precise the draw can be and then say your preferred method to beat it is to have your whole body move even faster as a reaction...\" He shook his head, trying to make sense of the idea. \"I understand the fallacious nature of the 'no-true-lion' statement, but either you move with the speed of the Kami, or your opponents must have been very poor studies indeed.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"All tactics are dangerous, as they're used in a moment of violence.\" Chiyoko wasn't upset at the skepticism, as who wouldn't be skeptic? \"I can count on it, as my _Kamae_ is sound. My body moves as my swords do. Once you know where the opponent will go, it's just a matter of stepping.\"\n\nBut, as the Doji continued to show his skepticism, some prideful part of her took over, though not angrily. \"You know, if you truly doubt me and think me dubious, I can always show you. On a friendly standing, that is. I'm not insulted, nor do I intend to duel out of grievance. But, I can show you what I mean. 'Put my money where my mouth is,' as the Mantis say.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "In spite of himself, Daiki found himself suppressing a grin. A duel should never be taken lightly. Any time one stepped onto the tatami mats, they should expect to lose their life. He was well aware of the dangers. Still, it was a challenge that intrigued him greatly. For a moment, his inner Doji considered playing coy before accepting, but even as he found himself finding the words to refuse, his head was nodding assent.\n\n\"Hai,\" He said, taking one last sip of his tea for good measure and rising to his feet. \"I would be honored to accept, and I hope that we may both learn from the experience.\" He had not intended this to sound like a further challenge. Dueling a skilled opponent was always educational. However, after some big talk from the ronin, such a wish might come across as doubt of her abilities. Still, she had been straightforward in her manner and had weathered the banter no worse for wear. Even if she assumed the worst, he did not expect her to take it personally.\n\n\"Do you need any time to refresh yourself before the match or to finish your tea? I shall make the arrangements in the meantime if you like,\" He offered, giving a brief but polite bow. \"Of course, you are welcome to accompany me, but I did not want to force you to endure a bunch of cranes wasting words over such a tedious matter.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"We shall see,\" Chiyōko said, pleasant enough. \"The honor is all mine, Doji-sama.\" She rose when he did, and gave a respectful bow. She had found herself seeking a duel, even if it was just for demonstration. How peculiar. Dueling didn't have a nice memory attached to it, almost all of her opponents being when she was off on the waves, other than the damned ronin that put her in that position. \n\nThis time around it was purely pride that egged her on. She didn't need to do this, nor did she have to say anything. And yet, there she was. \"I will need a moment to meditate,\" She requested, \"But after that, I will be ready.\" She would leave out of the tea house soon after, but instead of heading straight to the dojo, she took to the small rock garden outside. \n\nThere, she sat down, legs crossed and brought together. Her arms lay in her lap, and her eye closed. It was time to find her center before she dueled. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "As Chiyoko made her way out to the garden, Daiki made his way to the dojo. Bowing at the entrance, he made his way over to the instructor, who was currently giving terse instruction to a dozen fresh duelists. Daiki knelt is seiza, waiting patiently while the instructor finished his lesson and turned to address him. \"Daiki-san,\" He said, letting the hint of a smile return to his stern features. \"How can I help you, my boy?\"\n\nBowing deeply to his superior, Daiki paused until the gesture was returned. \"Sensei, might I request the use of one of our dueling rings?\" His eyes were calm and his posture neutral. The instructor made note of both things.\n\n\"Surely you do not need to settle a feud, young Doji,\" He said, more as a question than an actual observation.\n\n\"No, sensei,\" Daiki answered, dipping his head to acknowledge the implied observation. \"I have a matter of pure academic interest to settle with a Niten student.\"\n\nThe instructor let out a brief but loud burst of laughter. \"Be careful, young crane, lest you fly too high! Do not neglect the warnings of Kakita himself.\"\n\n\"Yosh,\" Daiki replied, a smile spreading across his lips.\n\n\"Yosh,\" Answered the instructor. That was all the answer he needed.\n\nBy the time that Chiyoko would find her way there, a few changes would have taken place. For one, a ring had been cleared near the center of the dojo, and in the center Daiki sat in lotus, deep in meditation himself. The other thing that had happened was that a small crowd of onlookers had gathered that Daiki was pointedly ignoring. Upon hearing Chiyoko's approach, Daiki would open his eyes and acknowledge her.\n\n\"I apologize... This was not my intention,\" He said, his eyes flickering over to the sea of sky blue and white that hung at the edge of the arena. \"In true crane fashion, I handled things as discreetly as possible, so naturally the entire dojo knows and is eagerly awaiting your humiliation.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko was in a moment of calm. \n\nWind blew leaves in a tree, some bird warbled and landed close by to pick at the dirt and sand. Others walked past, some stopping to look, others hurrying along. She heard them all, but focused on none. As was the way she meditated, or attempted to. \n\nHer fiery temper often got the better of her, self doubt beating out stoicism oftentimes. But she was fine at the moment. A rare calm. Surely because she knew that she would be clashing soon enough. Even then, she was aware it was just a bout to train, no more or less. But even then, it could mean a lot of things. She wore the Mantis mon, after all; surely the Crane would take it as something to boast about, if she lost. _If_ she lost. \n\nBut... Those were thoughts that were all depending on things she wasn't sure of yet. First things were first: She must get to the dojo. \n\nSo, rising suddenly to her feet (and catching a servant off guard), Chiyoko moved with confidence to the dojo proper...\n\n...To find a crowd. \n\n\"Hm.\" Before she could comment, Doji Daiki apologized. She had some mild irritation on her lips, but she shook her head. \"No worry of mine,\" She stated. \"As you say, it's only natural. I am ready to begin when you are.\" \n\nThe ronin moved to her side of the dueling ring, students giving her a wide berth and careful looks. She shrugged off her mantis robe, folding it carefully and placing it aside. Her arms were bare and showed plenty of scars and signs of battle, one especially large but faded one peeked out around the nape of her neck, the rest speculation under the rest of her sleeveless kimono. \n\nBeing ambidextrous as she was, she had plenty of configurations to play at for this duel. Her optimal favorite was both katana and wakizashi on the same side. But, she was demonstrating a different kind of technique. Thus, as she set her daisho in a stand and was given her bokken version, she slid katana on her right, wakizashi on her left. \n\nTaking her spot, she would wait for Doji Daiki to step up as well. She would bow, to show respect, and move into her _Kamae._ She stood, rather simply, hands at her sides, but resting, hovering around the grips of the bokken. Her left foot was raised slightly, her right firmly planted. Shoulders relaxed, back tilted ever so slightly to the left, and one eye, gazing forward at Doji Daiki. \n\nShe gazed at him, his blades, his feet; just as she was sure he was doing to her, she was looking past the moment, and looking beyond to all the avenues this duel could go.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"Thank you for being gracious,\" Daiki said. With that, he turned for his own side of the ring and surrendered his own blade, exchanging it for the heavier practice version. Tucking the bokken into his obi, he turned to face the front of the dojo. There hung a portrait of Kakita - O-sensei. He bowed, lowering his head. Turning then to his opponent, he repeated the gesture, this time keeping his eyes up, not leaving her own single eye.\n\nHe prepared his stance, both feet grounded, opposite slopes of the mountain-like arches of his legs. If balance and speed was to be her approach, then he must be as a mountain stream, cradled in a strong, stone foundation, but swift and freely flowing, ready at a moment's notice to curve gently around a bend or pound down as a torrential waterfall. There were ways of attacking with the strength of his center so that one must either use extra movement to avoid the strike entirely or considerable force to deflect it - force that may compromise the careful balance of her Kamae. His arms became like the strong branches of a willow - able to bend, but unyielding to anything but the strongest gale. His hand paused an inch from the handle of his weapon.\n\nWe shall test either your agility or your Kamae... Or both.\n\nThe world around them slowly disappeared. Onlookers, walls, sights and sounds, each thing faded away into blackness. Only the combatants remained.\n\nDaiki's eyes took in her posture, the arrangement of her swords, and the calm, balanced stance with which she carried herself. He assessed. He calculated.\n\nHe envisioned her opening based on her stance.\n\nI offer her the option to play black. I wait for her to place her first stone, and I receive her first strike. Let her break her stance on mine like a wave on a stony shore.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "In the stillness before the draw, there was nothing but the two of them. A dragon, once upon a time, and a crane, both looking at one another looking for the moment to strike. All else mattered not, mere scenery that didn't mean a thing. Chiyoko took it all and set it aside, and envisioned the Crane... \n\n_The dragon gazed at the crane. A graceful creature, but not one to be underestimated. He was waiting. He knew enough about Niten to know it was strongest when on defense, and was waiting for the attack. Clever. The dragon was unperturbed. A strike was expected, so a strike would come. \n\nShe would have to come down from her mountain, leaving the earth for the waters that the crane would reside in. She knew her strike would be fast, and most likely deflected. But that was just the first step in this assessment. _\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Mobility and adaptability. She really does intend to outmaneuver me. Very well. If that is how she strikes, her blade should roll off mine, but not hinder her movement since she's not committing too much of herself. It is the balanced and most correct approach to how I would receive. She appears to duel by the book. Very well...\n\nDaiki let the strike play out in his mind, his illusory self drawing his sword only enough to catch the cut on his handle.\n\nWe save the drawing cut for the final moment. One cut handled... But she has two blades. Wherever she plans on me being for the second strike, I must be somewhere else...\n\nIn his thoughts, his limbs became like feathers, taking on the wings and graceful strides of the being for which his clan had been named.\n\nDance to the side of the first strike pushing through her sword, staying out of reach of the second. Position for the draw off the original line of her attack. Use her body against her. Either force her to answer with the first blade from mid-swing or turn her entire body to attack with the second.\n\n\|\| Receive in earth stance, shift to air." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "_The pathway to the crane made it clear that a rising blade would be the most likely attack. The katana had the reach, the cross draw had the power and windup, But, it was predictable. A dragon's claws thrashing out from right to left. The crane would see it coming._\n\n_Indeed, with sudden force the crane would dart out and fly to the side to push blade out of the way and drive home his own attack. It was only logical, and worse, it would work, almost every time. It would take a sudden stop and a shift of position to counter that with anything but quicker speed._\n\n_So, the dragon did what she claimed to do. She got out of the way._\n\n_The crane needed to have the pathway to her katana, this was known, to deflect the blow and move in. But what if the katana arm simply dropped? What if she simply let the force that keeps us on the planet force her downward? The crane would still move in for the kill, but the dragon wouldn't be there anymore._\n\n_She would be below and beside, her other claw reaching back to dig into the crane's side._ \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "A sudden change of position. No blade contact. Drop and draw so both claws threaten. The true ferocity of the dragon coming to bear.\n\nTaking flight was no longer an option for the crane. Could he deal with both blades at once in this position? Yes... But his margins were becoming narrower and narrower. No longer would the crane be taking flight from the mountain. Instead, the mountain would rumble and burst forth with ash and flame.\n\nHalf-draw is insufficient. Fully draw to block the opening strike, and at the moment of her halt and her second draw, catch up both on my sword. A wide, circular swing with the blade, sweeping both blades down and away. Half step towards her and thrust with the point.\n\nIt was not the controlled moment of victory he had hoped for, but it was one of few remaining paths that did not involve being pinched between the dragon's two claws.\n\n\|\| Change the switch to air into a switch to fire. Make a full circular sweep to catch both bokkens and knock them away to create his last chance at an opening." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "_Momentum._\n\n_Momentum was key. Disrupting it, cultivating it, starting it up at a moment's notice... That was key to Niten._\n\n_Another tenet was the two sights: What one shows the opponent, and what one doesn't show. The dragon showed her claws, her winding power that could lash out whilst moving like water. The crane in turn was impressive as well, quickness turned to power when demanded. The crane was impressive in his momentum._\n\n_The sweep caught the blades, threatening to shove away the blades with the grip the dragon held. That was what the crane could see, what the dragon showed._\n\n_What the dragon __didn't__ show was that she had no dominant hand. She could switch them at ease, much like how the fierce dragon had no dominant claws. So, when the blades were batted away, the dragon went with them. A switch of claws in such a moment required precision, but was necessary. The force of the wide crane sweep gave the speed, fiery force pushing the waters back around. It was then that the dragon roared, and billowed her own fire, wrapping katana around body as she thrust herself back into the crane._\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Water flowing, going where it is directed and redirecting freely. A froth-capped wave emerges from the roiling sea.\n\nThere was no going back after committing so much to his defense. The proper response to fire was water. The dragon had chosen wisely, and there was no helping what came next. Jumping back as far as he could and straining desperately to bat away the quick rejoinder, Daiki could feel the dissonant twinge in his abdomen as wood pressed along his midsection, crossing him in a shallow cut. It was not much, but it was more than sufficient. He tried again and again to replay the scene, looking for another way out, but his skill out of the draw was not sufficient to end the dragon definitively, and he could not interrupt her dance.\n\nThe world took shape around them once more, and the hand hovering by the handle of Daiki's bokken slacked. He straightened up from his lowered stance, dipping his head low before his opponent, this time lowering his eyes to the mat.\n\n\"I bow to superior skill,\" He said with a note of finality.\n\nThere came a collected groan from the bystanders, though out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a nod of approval from the instructor. \"Your spirit is potent. Perhaps another day I will be equal to it.\" Something in his chest felt unsatisfied.\n\nThis is the honorable way. To balk in the face of such an outcome would be petty and shameful. And yet... Is this my warrior's pride? Perhaps... Although...\n\n\"I am afraid, however, that I cannot let you off the hook so quickly. You are the superior duelist, and I will admit this freely to any who ask. But... Does that answer the question we sought to answer today?\" It was a double edged sword that he handed her now. A victory, but within it, another challenge. The onlookers, who had continued to grumble as they dispersed, paused near the entrance to the dojo. \"You are the better duelist. But are you fast enough to dodge my draw?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Just as Chiyōko was ready to take her step, Doji Daiki submitted. \n\nIt was quite the relief, as the tension in her body was strong and ready to burst in a flurry, her entire strategy primed to go. In a way, it was disappointing, not being able to follow through. But in and of itself, she had the inkling that Doji Daiki understood her a bit better, and she found him an honorable opponent, better than most she faced. \n\nEven as people groaned and made their disappointment known, Chiyōko was bowing to Daiki. \"Well met, and well fought. While out swords never clashed, I could see that your skill in your gaze.\" There. Proper bow, proper thanks given, and a proper duel concluded. Not a bad experience, all things considered. \n\nThat is, until Doji Daiki made his challenge. \n\nShe stopped in her tracks, ready to leave, and looked over her shoulder at the Crane. \"Truly?\" Chiyōko turned around proper, and picked up the bokken once again. \"I believe so, yes.\" She took her spot back at the ring once more, and entered her _Kamae_ yet again. \"Try me, Doji-sama.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "One by one, the spectators were trickling back to their positions. They seemed just as caught off guard as Chiyoko had been, if not more so. However, that was not the only twist. When she turned around, Daiki was no longer in the center of the mat where he had once been. He stood at the edge, bowing and relinquishing his bokken to reclaim his daisho.\n\n\"You are under no obligation to continue,\" He said, sliding the familiar polished saya into his obi. \"This does up the stakes a little. However, I believe that you are skilled enough to avoid injury one way or the other, and this is the only real way to test.\" From deep within their stormy blue wells of his eyes, his resignation to his loss was complete. However, here he stood. Perhaps his curiosity was getting the better of him. \" I think we both know how slow a heavy bokken is compared to a light and lively katana. That is why we train with bokken. They overtax our hands and wrists so that they harden like steel to better wield a blade.\"\n\nResting a hand under the guard of his sword, he stood facing Chiiyoko. His stance was different. With his true sword in his hand, he almost stood like a different person. \"With the added weight, avoiding the attack would not be a challenge, even in the hands of a much more skilled swordsman than I. It would probably be best to reclaim your blades as well. If you are forced to draw, I do not wish you slowed in your efforts to defend.\" \n\nA murmur of tentative excitement began buzzing by the edge of the ring. Again, Daiki paid them no mind. He merely waited to see how Chiyoko would respond.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyōko cocked an eyebrow when Daiki picked up his daisho. Oh. So, _that's_ how it was. A simple practice spar was now something else. It felt like a bait and switch, lured in and now stuck in a predicament. \n\nPride wouldn't allow her to refuse now. Out of the question. However, she had her orders from her master. No drawing steel on the Crane. Any sign of Mantis-on-Crane violence would be ripe for persecution. Thus...\n\n\"No, thank you.\" \n\nA murmur swept the arena as Chiyōko maintained her _Kamae._ \"An order from my master forbids I draw a true sword against a Crane. Bokken will do for me. As you said, Doji-sama: I can defend myself.\" \n\nChiyōko stood as she had before, hands hovering, perfectly relaxed. She'd play this game, but she'd follow her own rules.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"That... Complicates matters,\" He added, a slight frown at the corner of his lips. \"Might I offer a compromise?\" He was not opposed to fanning the flames a little with some well-intentioned drama, but asking Chiyoko to receive with such a slow weapon did not sit right with him. \"You said no true sword? I would argue that a sword whose edge was never sharpened is not truly a sword in function. We have such weapons for our intermediate duelists to spar with.\" He bent at the middle, lowering himself into a low bow. \"You have my word. I will see to it that no claims are made that you took up a weapon against me. This is at my request, not simply a wish to do harm.\"\n\nDaiki felt as though he had put more onto her than he had intended and now pride - both his own and hers - could potentially put her in harm's way. Even as he asked, he had a bad feeling he knew her answer. Still, if nothing else, she could make the decision herself, and whether she chose the safe option or not, he would know that it had been offered.\n\nThe gathered Crane were abuzz. Some were offended at her refusal. A few even began to reprimand her, searching for excuses to criticize. \n\n\"He is your superior, and you our guest! You will do as you are asked!\"\n\"You do not have the right to refuse him!\"\n\"The arrogance!\"\n\nA harsh stare from Daiki silenced them, but they continued to look on.\n\n\|\|\n\n\"Of course, Chiyoko-san,\" He said, and returned the bow. This time, he did not hold her gaze and held the position a touch longer than before, almost in apology. With his voice pointed down and into the mat, only she would be able to hear Daiki over the ho-ing and humming from the chastened crowd. \"And thank you for enduring my caution. I am aware of the insult it implies, but it is a necessary precaution. An accidental injury in this moment would reflect very poorly upon me and my families after just having lost a duel.\"\n\nHe straightened back up and took a long breath, releasing the air slowly as he sank down into his ready stance. Unlike the mountain that he had resembled before, now he was light and airy, most of his weight in the balls of his feet. The dojo once again faded away, only this time the woman in front of him was no longer to play the black stones. Now, he would be taking that honor for himself.\n\nI am already aware that she intends to dodge rather than parry. Is this fair?.\n\nHe turned this thought over for a moment.\n\nIt is. She also is aware I intend to strike before she does. Both of our intentions are out in the open - at least parts of each. An even enough playing field.\n\nWith the last of his concerns settled, he gave over to the meditative mind of the Kakita way. The fair features of his visage settled into a placid stillness. His mind was empty but for the singular goal before him. The gentle breeze that danced through the wide doors of the dojo very lightly stirred the hems of his hakama.\n\nI am light as the breeze and as swift as the wind...\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko didn't speak, merely nodding at Daiki's explanation. She wasn't worried about any of that. It was time to duel. \n\nWell, not duel. Dodge, really. She wouldn't be lashing out, or drawing steel, either. She would merely move out of the way, as she would have in the other duel, as she had against Kakita Arai. Kakita style was simple enough to defeat. \n\nAnd so, she entered her assessment, same as Daiki. \n\n_Once again a dragon emerged, but this time, it was clearly agitated. She had lit the base of mountain ablaze, and coiled and ruminated in the flames. She eyed the Crane in flight, and knew what he wanted to do. Make her parry. Simple as that. _\n\n_This time around, the Dragon didn't attack. No, no. If the Crane wanted this victory, he would need to come to her. Patience, but a willingness to move. A lit firecracker, just waiting to burst._ \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "The heat radiating from Chiyoko's spirit was almost palpable. Something within her was unsettled. Had he truly insulted her? In the moment, that did not matter. If more apologies were warranted after the second match - if it could really be called as such - then he would offer them and gladly. For now, he melted into the breeze.\n\nHowever, the wind was not to speed his blade. The wind was to stoke the fires that would drive him forward. His hand waited a half a breath from his sword.\n\nDo not let yourself anticipate the moment of departure. Let it be as much a surprise to you as it is to her. Wind the spring, then wait until the moment resolves itself. No warning. No thought. Just action.\n\nSomething sparked in the back of Daiki's mind, and before he was even fully aware of deciding to do so, he moved.\n\nThe blade hissed free from its scabbard. The motion was as much a part of him as breathing. His sword was an extension of his arm. The spark was instantly a furnace in his chest, blazing and radiating heat to the tips of his fingers. He was across the mat, having closed the distance in a heartbeat. His sword was naked in his hand, bared in a flash of fire and cold steel.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Suddenly, it was happening. \n\n_Crane rushing forward in a blaze of speed. Dragon stoked in flames, needing to shift to the sea to evade. The going was clear, the path was there. It was only a matter of doing it. _\n\nChiyoko was prepared. As soon as the sound of katana leaving sheathe reached her ears she was moving. The movement was simple, merely step to the left, step sideways, and watch as the blade goes by. Tried and true. \n\nAnd yet... Daiki was reaching her, quickly. She was not anticipating that; she was quick, very quick for that matter, but even with the difference between bokken to katana he shouldn't reach her. She must have misstepped-\n\nNo. \n\nDaiki was just faster than she was prepared for. \n\nJust as quickly as Daiki had reached Chiyoko's side, did the ronin move to the side of the man. \n\n\"...Well met, Doji Daiki-sama. I have failed your challenge.\" Chiyoko's katana was drawn. And while faint, there was a clear nick in it, when steel met steel. Chiyoko couldn't dodge it, not cleanly. So, with breakneck speed, she had to deflect. \n\n\"You are truly a student of Kakita-sensei, Doji-sama,\" She said, sheathing her practive blade, \"And I am impressed at your speed.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"Then we have both been impressed today,\" Daiki sighed, stepping back and sheathing his sword. \"I must thank you once again for humoring my fragile Crane ego.\" He bowed to the ronin, ignoring the jeers that had begun to wash over the ring from the sidelines. Over the chaos, only Chiyoko would be able to hear Daiki's little self-abasing joke, but he also figured she was one of the few present who would find it truly amusing.\n\n\"I would be most honored for a rematch someday when I have had time to catch up with your skills.\" His meditative stoicism had melted away by now, replaced by a genuine smile. \"Would you care for some more tea while we wait for word from the embassy?\" He gestured away from the crowd and the dojo and out towards the little tea house where the whole discussion had begun in the first place. \"I promise not to challenge you to any duels until you've had enough to drink.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"You are welcome.\" Chiyoko returned the bow, also ignoring the mumbles and comments thrown out. She couldn't blame Daiki for his challenge; she made the claim, so it was her ego on the line. That, and if she had this many onlookers judging her on submitting on a duel, she'd want to challenge the other as well. \n\nThe offer to a rematch was... Well, perhaps. \"I could make an exception to my own rules, Doji Daiki-sama,\" She replied, \"Though usually I don't duel for sport. As long as I've been a ronin, every duel has been one to first wound or death. It makes for a grand dueling technique, but it sours the spirit of the art, to an extent.\" \n\n\"Peh. She doesn't want to risk losing, now that she's won.\" It was that brother of Doji Sasuke who spoke, under his breath. \"Leave it to a ronin-\"\n\n\"You know,\" Chiyoko interrupted, \"I have only one eye, but two ears. What is your name, Doji-sama?\" \n\n\"D-Doji Sasuni-\"\n\n\"Doji Sasuni-sama, if you ever wish to avenge your brother's loss, I will be honored to oblige you. Though, I must insist it be the same rules as with your brother, if only to truly honor his bravery.\" Chiyoko had a little smile of politeness, but her eye bore into him like the fierce lost dragon she was. \n\n\"...I, ahem, well, I wouldn't need to duel a roni-\" \n\n\"Doji Daiki-sama,\" Chiyoko said, facing the fellow, \"I would love to have some tea with you. I'm sure these students would like to return to training. Some of them may have big, important duels in their future.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Daiki was a Crane through and through. His ambitions and his attention to detail spoke volumes on the matter. He strove to be an artist in all of his endeavors. Even so, his loyalties did not run so deep that he did not enjoy arrogant members of his clan being knocked down a peg or three. He suppressed a smirk and turned to lead the way back to the tea shop.\n\n\"Go easy on him,\" He murmured. \"People like him are not worth losing any sleep over. They do not have enough honor to issue challenges that can impugn your own.\" As he left the dojo, he turned and bowed his respect to the O-sensei. He hoped that he had done Kakita proud. Many ancestors were venerated by those who followed in their footsteps. However, Daiki saw the flaws in the man of legend and still found plenty to admire.\n\nTurning back to Chiyoko, he picked up the threads of his comment before. \"It sounds as though you have led a difficult life and had to fight often to defend your honor. I do not know what it was that sent you out onto the waves, but honor is not something that can be taken away from you. Your reputation can be stained. Your good name can be dragged through the mud or ripped away from you entirely.\" The steel blue of his eyes were hardened despite the pleasant neutral countenance he kept. \"But your honor is inside of you. It is your own personal conviction and conscience. You duel with honor. Sasuni-san is a slave to his ambitions and would sell out his honor for the recognition of his superiors, and has done so on many occasions. Little would be gained. Not that he couldn't use a lesson in humility,\" He added with a little twist at the corner of his lips. \"However, he does not have the honor to see such a lesson for its value.\n\n\"You are better than that,\" He concluded. And he got the impression, though he did not say so out loud, that few had said such things to a 'ronin like her' in some time." } ]	302	11,804
208.285714	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": ".jano.", "message": "After saying goodbye to his improvised guide, Saizou presented his travel documents to the guards and entered the Crane estate. Behind the white walls, peaceful gardens welcomed the weary traveler, while some servants came to take the bridles of his pony and the rest of his luggage from him. He also gave his weapons to one of the guards, and only kept with him a small travelling satchel.\n\n\"Please, follow me, Daidoji-sama\" One of the servants said. All quick, gracefuly and efficient. The Crane way, he thought. Saizou went through the gardens and inside the main building, keeping pace with the servant effortlessly. At the end, she slide the panels of a small room, richly decorated like all the rest of the place. A fresh kimono and a jar of warm water were already lain out. \n\n\"Freshen yourself and rest, if it pleases you, Daidoji-sama. The ambassador will call for you when ready.\" And with that, the servant disappeared promptly.\n\nCrane servants never cease to impress, Saizou thought, while taking off his rugged travelling clothes, washing himself quickly and donning the robes disposed for him. He couldn't remember the last time he wore fabric so soft. Maybe this post was a blessing in disguise after all.\n\nSaizou rejected the idea quickly. He shouldn't forget where he was. Ryoko Owari Toshi, the Journey's end, but better known as the infamous City of Lies. A trading port on the River of Gold and the main hub of Scorpion commerce, this place was in equal parts rich and corrupt. Formerly of the Scorpion, he reminded himself. And they were not happy about that status. Whatever his new duties were going to be, they won't be simple.\n\nHe checked his satchel. Only two items were there: his introduction letter still sealed by the Daidoji daimyo and a lacquered sake cup, a perfunctory gift to the Ambassador, Doji Rika. Saizou wasn't sure what to expect from her. Some courtiers would welcome someone with his... Resume, and some would reject it." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Seconds before the man's wait would have turned from pleasant to vaguely uncomfortable, a servant would collect him to the Ambassador's meeting room. Upon entering he would be greeted by a true testament to Crane artistry. A single long table sat in the middle, simple yet elegant in its own way. The surrounding area was tastefully decorated with masterful works of artisanship: from ceramics to paintings to even a few ceremonial weapons. Most proudly displayed however, was an elegantly cultivated bonsai of a tree commonly found in the Akage Mori.\n\nTending to it, back turned as she held a tiny blade, was an elderly wisp of a woman. Short even by Rokugani standards, and thin enough a stiff breeze may knock her over, her diminutive stature did little to mask the presence lurking within. Perfect posture, immaculate hair, the ideal wardrobe. All things which to the non-court trained eye would make her stand out, but to the experienced would mark her as exceptional.\n\n\"Daidoji-san. Welcome home. If you will wait just one moment—\" She delicately pruned a single leaf from the bonsai—\"There. Now everything is perfect for your arrival. Please, sit and have tea with me. You are the first of many new faces I have been graced with addressing.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "As he entered the wider room, Saizou couldn't help but feel himself in awe. This place reminded him of the magnificent halls in Kyuden Doji or Shiro Sano Kakita, and that probably wasn't a coincidence. This was an embassy after all, where you received dignitaries from the other clans. There was a message in everything, and the one Saizou perceived here was: We are Crane. We are better.\n\nBut more impressive even was the elder woman occupying the chamber. She was small and frail and the Hiramori towered over her, but just a glance at the room and one could immediately comprehend the power dynamics here. This was Her Arena, and in here, Saizou was hilariously outmatched. \n\nSaizou took his seat in the place the ambassador pointed at him and bowed deeply to her, repeating the discourse he practiced in his mind countless times in the small waiting room:\n\n-\"I am humbled and undeserving of such a grand reception, Doji-sama. This servant's humble name is Daidoji Saizou of the Hiramori. Please, accept this small trinket as a token of my appreciation. May every sip help you evoke images of the distant shores of our homeland\". As he said that, he presented the small cup he brought from the Crane Lands. Giftgiving was an art and not his own forte, so he trusted his spouse's recommendation for it. \n\nHonestly, he just wanted all this protocolary stuff out of the way so they could get to business." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Ah. Why thank you, Daidoji-san, the craftsmanship is lovely. Now let us get this over with.\" The Crane woman was kind, but her tone as she moved through the motions of the proper refusals seemed to border on either annoyance or boredom. Once finished, she carefully placed it to the side as a servant filled three cups of tea. \"I apologize for the wait but I believe another will be arriving here shortly. As my time remaining in Ningen-do is limited, I would prefer we handle introductions as efficiently as possible. One never knows when I may simply refuse to wake up.\"\n\nShe chuckled to herself at the comment, then settled smoothly into a sitting position but with no small amount of effort.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "At the words of the elder woman, he couldn't help himself but smile for a bit. A woman after my own heart, he thought. Still, it wasn't but an instant, as he recovered his composure, straightened himself out and handed the dignitary the letter with the seal of the Daidoji daimyo.\n\n\"To the point, then.\" He said, perhaps a bit more brusquely than intended, \" News from this city reached Shiro Daidoji and caused some concern. I've been entrusted with this by Daidoji-sama, along with instructions to assist you in whatever capacity you see fit. I've served as a scout and information specialist within the Iron Warriors, and also as yoriki within Shiro Giji and all around the Hayaku province.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"An excellent record of service, Daidoji-san. In fact, we find ourselves in concerning times, and your arrival is both appreciated and accounted for. I believe your unique skill set will serve our purposes well. The Harrier network was in my last request, after all.\" She smiled sweetly, taking a long sip of her tea and savoring the flavor. It was, as far as the Daidoji could tell, a genuine one. Meanwhile, footsteps would begin to approach from behind the shoji screen as a servant brought the other newcomer to the Ambassador's meeting room.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "a_real_party", "message": "\"Thank you for your hospitality, Ambassador-sama. It is much appreciated. I hope you're not too upset that I was late. I was held up by Highway Robbers so I got sidetracked. Please pardon that inconvenince. Here accept this fan as a gift\" *Fujihiro-sensei holds out a a blue and white folding fan as a gift while bowing in respect" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "The Doji's answer surprised Saizou. The name of the Harriers was usually no more than a whisper in the deepest halls of Shiro Giji, and not even the Crane champion was privy to their activities. The fact that she casually name drop them in this of all places was not something he expected. He made a mental note of that. Fortunately, she was an ally. He would not like having her as an enemy.\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by a servant that gave pass to another samurai to the reunion. He was nervous, like a fish out of water, but his posture was firm and his physique was powerful. It was a type well known for the Hiramori. This man is a career soldier. Interesting. As force of habit, Saizou masked his presence as much as he could in the situation, so the newcomer's attention was focused solely on the ambassador as he presented her with a gift. \|\| Stealth 6/6\|\|\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The elderly Crane blinked slowly, then went through the motions of the proper refusals before accepting the gift. A servant would appear to provide the new arrival with tea, then shuffle off back into the corner. \"Highway robbers? I certainly hope not Too* Near this city.\n\n\"Nevertheless, I am pleased you are here safely and without harm, Fujihiro-san. Both your arrival and Hiramori-san's are fortuitously timed, and perhaps now we can begin speaking of matters such as duty and assignments.\" She gave a knowing smile and faintest nod at Saizou, masked carefully with another sip of tea. \"As you are both bushi, I entrust you into the care of our chief military advisor, Doji Koharu. She is an excellent officer; you are unlikely to find a more dedicated Shōi Than she.\"\n\nThe rank was an odd one, not used frequently yet not entirely unheard of either. Saizou, however, would know it was used most often in Certain circles Of the Daidoji army. That a Doji was associated with such circles was curious. Rika continued, \"I believe she will ensure you will be tasked in ways most beneficial to our aims.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "a_real_party", "message": "\"You also said duties. What are my duties?\" He understood that he was taking a risky decision by asking outright but he was ready to get to work. Also he wanted to get out of here before He Found him. His nervousness was clear on his face yet he also maintained his posture and confidence. \"And thank you for the tea\"" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "There was no doubt in Saizou's mind now, if it ever was: this woman wasn't simple. No wonder Daidoji-sama had her in such high regard. Just to err on the safe side, while the soldier asked his question, he received her orders with a bow and, subtly and quickly, made some Special Hand signs expressing acknowledgement, while staring at her attentively, fishing for her reaction.\n\n\"By your will, Doji-sama. I'll debrief with our Shōi As soon as I am able\".\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "a_real_party", "message": "\"As shall I\" Itsuki-sensei looked over momentarily at the Daidoji standing back. He was unsure of how he felt about him until he saw that he was a Daidoji. A fellow Harrier? No couldn't be. He didn't have the air about him. He made one last bow to the Ambassador and turned to the Daidoji \"And may I inquire to who you are, Daidoji-sama? I don't know you I'm afraid. Forgive me if my question is out of place. I just wish to understand who I'm working with\" At least he thought he was working with him. Itsuki-sensei was uncertain as to this man's role here\n\nItsuki-sensei noticed his mistake and turned around FAST \"Forgive me Ambassador. That was rude of me. Is there anything else you need? Again I'm very sorry about the rudeness just now.\" He was furious with himself. He's CRANE he should know better. This is a mistake he would make certain to never commit again." }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Well is that not sweet? Bless your heart, my dear.\" It was difficult to tell what precisely the Ambassador did or did not mean in her response to the apology. Still, it was glossed over and politely ignored as she continued. It was equally uncertain if there was any reaction to the Hiramori's hand signs. \"I have nothing further to say to you both at this time. You are well-equipped to make yourselves useful amidst our number. There are several matters which could benefit from your aid, from assistance in training our guard to more recent investigations now held. Speak to others in our number and attach yourselves to their tasks.\"\n\nShe would bow politely, clearly done with the conversation at this time. As she did so, a small note would be passed to the Hiramori as a servant collected the tea cups. The faintest nod from Rika. \"Get to know this city well. Keep watchful, know just as our allies are steadfast, so our enemies in this city remain those who have always wished us ill. Unless you have any further matters of import to bring me, you are dismissed, Hiramori-san and Fujihiro-san.\"\n\nEnemies in the Lion and Scorpion, and perhaps Crab. Allies in the Unicorn, perhaps Phoenix. Her last words were warning and a message: who to trust and who to be wary of.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": ".jano.", "message": "\"Hai\"\n\nWith that simple acknowledgement of his orders and a final bow, Saizou left the room, taking a quick and discreet peek at the note before crumbling it and hiding it in his clothes. Pretty concise, not much different for the dossier he had. Curiously, it left the Mantis unmentioned, but as far as he knew they had a non irrelevant presence in the city. Means that it's unclear, probably, he thought. Neither did the Dragon, but that was less strange, as their allegiances never were easy to tell.\n\nNo matter, speculation was an enemy of truth. He waited for a bit until the other vassal left the room and greeted him with a slight bow.\n\n\"Well met, Fujihiro-san. My name is Hiramori Saizou, pleased to make your acquaintance. Hope we can work well together and contribute to the glory of the Crane\" He wasn't sure of the other newcomer, but his presence wasn't that surprising either. As far as the Hiramori could tell, the security of the embassy was lacking, so another sword arm would be useful. \"I'll be seeing you around.\"\n\n\|\|" } ]	209.5	2,916
280.6	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "It was late afternoon, and the deepening sky was overcast. The clouds above shifted threateningly but released no rain. The season was growing warmer by the day.\n\nKoharu was feeling tense, there was no denying that. She slowly circled the periphery of the Embassy courtyard, dressed in her usual black outer garb and rust red inner wear. She was not concerned about her guest this evening - what was there to fear? What bothered Koharu was how her peers in the Crane Clan might feel about this meeting. It was going to be a delicate attempt at diplomacy between two clans that had a history of stiff relationships, and Koharu was prepared to parry her own clan's attempts to undermine it, if it came to that.\n\nThe name of Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto had reached Koharu's ears by way of diplomatic rumour. His reputation seemed to portray him as a just and diligent magistrate. His treatment of local criminals certainly separated him from the every-growing pile of corrupt Scorpion officials running the city, and that was all Koharu needed for now.\n\nHer hair was tidily pinned with a single red crane ornament. The hilt of her wakizashi was newly polished to a shine, and held her fan in a relaxed hand. Due to Koharu's love of the austere black kimono and silver obi, her mother would jokingly call her 'Lady Doji's dark reflection'. Well, she was displaying it in full today.\n\nAs her guest neared the Embassy entryway, Koharu nodded to the sentries, who cleared the way to allow him in.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Being filled with nervousness and tension, surprise is what overcame and allowed the man to even come. Accepting the invitation given to him by the Crane, Yuto made his way to their embassy. A place he wasn't expecting to be for... Well, ever.. The Rokugo was honored, but not exactly sure on what to expect, perhaps something good could come of this. \n\nTypically on jobs the Junshin would wear all black, it served a subtlety not drawing attention to one's self, that and you could get blood on it. Today he wore something a little more snazzy, hoping to make a good impression. Wearing a Red Kimono with black accents, with a purple Haori draped over it. He had the scorpion mon on his back, with his clan mask tied to his shoulder like a guard. That and of course having his Katana and Wakizashi on his hip. Upon spotting the Crane the first thing they'd notice is the Junshin didn't wear a mask. \n\nMoving at a steady pace, he waited for the sentries to clear the way before progressing. Upon spotting Doji Koharu he smiled, taking a deep breath as he approached one braced themselves. Yuto was new to this. Bowing as he got closer, the samurai would speak. \n\n\"It is an honor to be invited here Doji-Sama. I hope my services can be of use to whatever you need.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"And I hope I may equally assist you, Rokugo-sama. Since we have not met before, I am Doji Koharu, current captain of the Embassy Guard. If you would follow me inside - I fear the garden is not the kindest place for tea and conversation at this hour.\"\n\nShe let the somber weather speak for itself. As always, Koharu punctuated her formal greeting with a strict, practiced bow. After introductions she sought to walk with her guest slowly, down the long covered walkway with the garden view on the left. Warm lanternlight bled through windows and screens all around, and a tumbling wind brought a muted spring fragrance to the nose. It was intentionally disarming - something Koharu had learned to use to her advantage.\n\n\"It has been too long since our clans last spoke privately and in earnest. Much has changed in recent months, and for Scorpion Clan more than most. Indeed, we here were not wholly on good terms with the old governor and his councillors. It was their management of... Local Crime, you see, that kept us at odds. \n\"Recently I have come to notice that you Are Interested in prioritizing matters of justice and virtue, over... Say, the matter of developing city infrastructure, is that not so?\"\n\nShe intentionally kept the purpose of their meeting vague, first to gauge Yuto's reaction. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "\"Please, just Yuto is fine. Someone of your status shouldn't address me so highly, I am merely a vassal trying to give service to the city.\" \n\nWhen Doji Koharu gave a bow the Rokugo raised a hand, speaking in a soft tone as he corrected them. It felt weird for a higher noble to address him as Sama, something about it was wrong. Of course he had to remember his place in correcting a higher lord.\n\n\"Forgive me, I would of course be honored to share Tea and discuss details. It's no secret our last governor burned bridges in his pursuit of ambition that was clouded with madness. There are many things he did that the rest of us had not agreed with, we're looking to change them..\" \n\nYuto spoke as he slowly walked with Koharu to wherever they were going, getting a feel of the scenery. The gardens were beautiful, but he made sure to keep straight as they walked, catching a scent that was rather pleasing. Upon Koharu asking her questions, he nodded. \n\n\"I wouldn't say the two are at odds for me, though my visions for improving city security and putting a stop to crime may be asking too much. It was of my interest to have an office where crime could be reported and documented, allowing us to distribute the few men we have properly. Though the city is large and one facility may not be enough, therefore I've been thinking of other efficient ways to handle things.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Yuto... It was unusual for magistrate to prefer to use their personal name, but Koharu said nothing of it. Indeed Yuto did seem to fit the descriptions she had received, so boldly showing scorn towards the previous governor of his own Clan. She didn't yet know what to make of it - if it was a Scorpion act it certainly was flawless. \n\n Honest or not, it didn't matter to Koharu. Their Clans were both part of the city's new administrative force. Better to come to a point of agreement early than to spend months in a deadlock.\n \"That is an ambitious vision, I must admit. Difficult to achieve when mired in the ancient ways of governance. But in fact that is why I invited you specifically, since we seem to agree on this matter. I believe that we, together, might push Ryoko Owari toward positive reform. \n\n \"Not long ago my clan nearly lost a well-loved magistrate to lawless criminals in the streets. For this, we have sought justice for some time. And so I am willing to offer a my assistance - and a great deal of surplus supply - if we may work together to cleanse this city. Not to crush the destitute, but to punish those who truly deserve it, and rehabilitate those we can.\"\n\n Rain was beginning to fall in the courtyard as Koharu turned to step into a well-lit tea room. An attendant had just furnished it with a hot kettle and cup tray, and bowed as she left the chamber.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "His face brightened when she spoke of giving positive reform to the city, it was a lifelong dream of his growing up. The vassal didn't have the power and authority he wished, so to hear a higher noble share such a vision was reassuring. \n\n\"It gladdens me to hear you say that Doji-Sama, as a mere vassal I can only do so much. It would gladden me to form a bond between our clans over this endeavor.\" \n\nHe spoke quite cheerfully, but his expression soon changed when further listening to the Crane. Everyone had dealt with loss, some clans took it differently. To the Rokugo every loss was personal, thus he was able to sympathize with Koharu. \n\n\"I am sorry for your loss, I too have suffered a great deal of the crime in this city. Friends, even family. Your desire to cleanse the city moves me, together the Scorpion and Crane can bring better times to this city, I just know it.\" \n\nAs the rain came down he followed Koharu into the room, a well lit one as it gave a serene feeling. Yuto couldn't put his finger on it, but he had spent more time discussing matters over tea than using his sword in the field. It was a sudden change and he couldn't tell if it was more pleasing or irritable. Though not being swung at by a dozen bandits in the wild or thugs in the street was refreshing. \n\n\"Your Garden was beautiful, as are you Doji-Sama. I'm grateful to be graced by your company today.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"That is very kind, but unnecessary.\"\n\nEither Yuto was the most direct Scorpion Koharu had ever met, or Koharu was the greatest fool in the Empire. She accepted the praise with nonchalance, and concealed her puzzlement well. This was surprisingly easy.\n\nAs they sipped their tea to the sound of falling rain, Koharu reviewed her position with care. Yuto seemed eager to cooperate, but possessed very little political clout, it seemed. Well neither did Koharu. She had spent most of her adult life patrolling the southern fringe - that gave her some provincial fame but did nothing to elevate her status within the city. She commanded no more than thirty-two warriors in all.\n\nBut one other thing seemed clear. Koharu was not currently being opposed by anyone. She had some autonomy within the clan, and was well educated. These, she could use to forge the instruments of change.\n\n\"I have fought outlaws in the provinces for many years. My hands have dealt justice with the spear and blade. But the same will not work in a city like this, not with crime so deeply entrenched. It will take some time to formulate a capable police force, and it will be very costly for our already thin military.\n\n\"Fortunately, the political avenue remains open to us. My own clan has already spent time creating a list of reforms we support. A concession of a few privileges, a revision of the accepted forms of punishment, and a re-evaluation of taxation laws for the poor. We hope to present it to the Otomo, once it is ready. It is built upon the ethics of the Crane Clan - to encourage moral rule and mutual loyalty between the city and its government. \n\n\"I believe that if we were to combine and balance the teachings of the Scorpion and Crane, we could build a new code, one which alloys justice with benevolence. This could both satisfy my clan and present the Scorpion Clan a chance to restore its reputation.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "\"Ah, forgive me Doji-Sama, to be honest I'm not used to these meetings. Typically these meetings are assigned to those above me. I guess you could say I was raised to use my sword, not my tongue.\" \n\nChuckling to himself a bit, even though it was a minor joke it was indeed the reality. Yutos upbringing was with the sword and nothing else, only recently being pulled into this politician world. Nevertheless he listened as she went on about regular crime busting not working in this city, Koharu was right. They could stop criminals individually all day, but something bigger would be greater for their needs. \n\n\"I would very much like to see the forms and documents of your plans, perhaps they could be a benefit to the both of us collaborating in them. I've come up with a few ideas on how to build this police force in efficient non-costly ways, but I'm not certain..\" \n\nHe took a sip of Tea, indeed feeling parched. Rokugo Yuto wasn't a man of many words, but he couldn't say that anymore. Recently he had been picking up tea cups more than his sword, not sure how to feel about that thought.. \n\n\"I agree, our two clans together can create a new system that paves the way into a fresh era for Ryoko Owari Toshi.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "So he was in a position quite like her own. Taken away from battle to feel their way through the city's stubborn bureaucracy. \n\n\"I understand, Yuto-san,\" Koharu replied. \"We do not possess the wealth of experience or strength of privilege of great politicians. But we can be persuasive, using our firsthand knowledge. This won't turn into some great court session just yet - it is only a proposal we wish for the governor to hear. A declaration of ideals and intents, clearing a path for future legislature. In this, the Scorpion Clan ought to have a fair voice.\"\n\nAnd it was true. Koharu knew that the Scorpion Clan's current standing was poor, having been recently ejected from governorship by the Otomo themselves. The Crane Clan could easily force the Scorpion administrators into a bad deal - but that level of opportunism left Koharu feeling somewhat uneasy. Better to allow the clan to regain a bit of footing in the new administration, while chipping away at the power base of the truly corrupt officials at the top.\n\n\"What do you think of the Thunder Guard?\" Koharu asked after a pause. \"Do you believe that their shining reputation bears truth?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Relieved to hear some understanding, it was a noble gesture of the Crane to allow the Scorpion a chance to try and reclaim a voice. It was Yutos hope of getting the crane on their side, their influence could pave a way to reclaiming their city. But first they needed to come to some agreements, judging how things were going, that wouldn't be hard. Hearing Koharu ask about the thunder guard wasn't surprising, they were the closest thing to a police force this city had. A splendid job they were doing.. \n\n\"The Thunder Guard, might I speak plainly?\" \n\nHe asked, not having a way to really sugarcoat this. Rokugo Yuto was an honest man but there were nicer, more polite ways to say things, of course that shouldn't have offended the Crane. \n\n\"They are managed and distributed throughout the city poorly, lack true leadership, and are seen as corrupt by many of the populace. I do not doubt many among their ranks are cowardly men who turn a blind eye to the things in this city, they are the first thing I would change.\" \n\nRokugo Yuto would one day hope to become captain of the guard, taking his Magistrate duties seriously he could improve the city's security. Of course he needed a plan to truly convince the others he could step into such a role. \n\n\"Forgive me if I speak harshly upon them, I am passionate about my home. Perhaps together we could petition to take control of the Thunder Guard, such would help our endeavors greatly.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "She gave a small smile. So they were in agreement on that as well.\n\n\"There is no need to apologize, Yuto-san. Though your opinion may bring offence to some, I largely agree with your assessment. I have not seen the Thunder Guard in action, but I have inspected them in passing a few times. Perhaps it is telling - proof of their inaction and lack of discipline. \n\n\"As they are, they drain the city's resources without returning equal service. A prestigious guard force is expensive to equip and feed, I'm sure you understand. So it is in our best interests to inspect the ranks for corruption, to root it out and dismiss the worst of the veterans. Refill the empty ranks with a loyal officer corps.\"\n\nKoharu set down her teacup for a moment and crossed her fingers. She was considering the implications of Yuto's last point the hardest. With the magistrate's lack of political sway, would Crane intervention be enough? Koharu would need to ask further favours of the already overburdened Crane administrative force, but that was a problem for another day. This one was nearing its close, and the rain was abating.\n\n\"It would need to be you, and not me, who drives this plan. There is already deep mistrust between our clans, so I doubt that the Scorpion would allow an outsider to oversee the reconstruction of their guard force. The Crane Clan could perhaps pass on some of its influence to you, as assistance. We do possess a large network of persuasive talkers.\"\n\nShe finished with that thought, waiting to see if Yuto would boldly take up the challenge, or withdraw.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Relieving to know he did not offend her, it was brightening to hear she agreed with his viewpoints. In return he also agreed with hers, for a renown guard they took up many resources and in return didn't offer much service. The trade was far too biased in their favor, this needed to change in order for them to move forward. \n\n\"It gladdens me to see you're attentive to these things. I believe reconstructing the Thunder Guard is the first step to improving our city, though with my clan's current reputation and mistrust I fear I cannot do this. Not without the voice of the Crane.\" \n\nWhen she spoke of the mistrust between their clans specifically, he waved his head. In a way this interaction did much for him, knowing the two had good intentions. \n\n\"I trust you Doji-Sama, I fully intend to share what we've discussed today with our Ambassador if that is okay with you. Right now we could use another voice to help us regain the city so we can undo the horrible acts of our former governor. I believe an alliance between our two clans will bring good changes to the city. Any help in this endeavor I'll gladly accept and appreciate.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Ah. So that was where Yuto was heading? Well, Koharu had been prepared to cooperate with the Scorpion, but to discuss any lasting alliance would mean pushing the limit. Koharu knew that anything was possible politically, but such a move would be a cold shock for many. The question of war had not been fully laid to rest, so reaching any agreement Of consequence With the Scorpion would dangerously wound the Crane Clan's legitimacy. \n\nKoharu decided that this was a slip caused by Yuto's loose lips, and not a sign of the Scorpion Clan's desperation. But a straight refusal would not do, either way. Not with two rival clans finally beginning to reason with one another.\n\n\"Such an agreement will perhaps be reached in time, Yuto-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Nothing had slipped the scorpions lips, it was clear their clan desired to retake their city. Who wouldn't? The scorpions needed to reform and start anew, showing the residents of Ryoko Owari Toshi they were a different clan now. \n\n\"Of course, but before we can move forward. I'll need a proposal letter for our alliance written to my ambassador, Soshi Junichi. It will have to of course be sent by yours, I trust you'll pass on this conversation to them as I will to mine. Sadly we cannot make such decisions and act on our own, but once that is done we'll surely be in order!\" \n\nSounding cheerful, he was happy to cooperate with the crane. Though it was clear Koharu believed he had jumped the gun, what did they expect? Yuto had every intention to form a lasting alliance with the crane, despite their histories new beginnings could resolve all. \n\n\"I hope to see you again soon, after what we've discussed today gets approved we'll be able to get to work.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"Of course,\" Koharu said, maintaining a pleasant smile despite her inner concern. Well, Yuto was certainly an enthusiastic one, and a decent enough guest. Even if he did complicate things eightfold. As long as he's a worse headache for the Scorpion Clan than for mine, I suppose I ought to be thankful.\n\nWith the rain having cleared, Koharu led her guest out with all due graciousness, and once he was fully out of sight she swept into her office. After a brief bout of hasty writing, she produced a set of dispatches, addressed to numerous Crane courtiers within the city administration. The plan to promote Yuto was in motion. \nKoharu just needed to work around the issue of the alliance. And that was going to be someone else's task." } ]	302	4,209
278.761905	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Today marked the third time Akio arrived at the Crane Embassy, but the first without any additional stresses to worry his mind. He had been busy settling into his new life over the remainder of the winter, and only recently did his life seem to be at a point he could actually stop and take the time to do the things he actually wanted to do.\n\nAmong these was checking up on the end results of the disastrous mission to the Crab Caves. Akio was aware of how the matter concluded at the docks itself. However, it was not without cost on the side of right. He remembered well the panic of the night: rushing to the steps of the Embassy with a half-dead Daidoji Aihara, the long sleepless night spent tending first his own wounds and then trying to ease the Magistrate's condition.\n\nAkio needed resolution. He realized now how much this situation loomed over his mind. Originally Seiko Hibiki had promised to lend aid in any further work that needed to be done to wrap up the matter, yet he had disappeared as well. It marked the departure of last person Akio knew from his first couple of days in the city other than the Ide trader, who was no doubt too wrapped up with his business interests these days. Strange to think somehow the wayward ronin had outlasted everyone else who came to the City of Lies.\n\nEntering into the waiting rooms of the Embassy, he introduced himself to the steward before sitting down, waiting to be seen.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "Okiiri was still adjusting to her new surroundings, as she'd been given daily reminders from her superiors to mind herself while in the City. Spending most of her life in remote courts, and learning the ways that a smile and a laugh with pure intentions are the best way to solve a dispute certainly had done little to prepare her for such a place. She had done as much as she could to remember names, faces, situations, and gossip, though she still hadn't even met everyone. Since she had spent time with the Unicorn and in other courts far from the norm, she was told to meet a ronin who was party to another Crane in a recent altercation. \n\nShe approached the room and took a knee, the light in the room silhoetting her shadow against the sliding door before she slid it open remaining in a courteous bow before raising to enter the room. \"Pardon the intrusion,\" Her clothes seemed more casual than some Crane courtier would for greeting a guest, a simple kimono with a gradient design towards the bottom and around the neck. Still, the attention to detail for its wear and appearance were obvious, as not a single fold nor strand of hair was out of place as she glided to a spot near enough to speak to Akio, but far enough away to perish the thought of physical interaction. With a subtle nod towards the door a servant slid it closed.\n\nHer Emerald eyes cast across the room towards a scroll with a flying Crane on the back wall, just past Akio's shoulder, \"Welcome to our estate, I am Doji Okiiri, a recent arrival,\" She gave another polite bow, quick and to the point, \"Please excuse my not knowing, but might you be Akio-san, I was told of?\" She smiled and paused for a reply, knowing that those not polished for the court tended to disdain the long winded introductions and pleasantries of Crane custom, and trusting this would be preferred to a speech.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "As he waited, he thought back to the last time he was here. The Crane Embassy certainly knew how to throw a party, one of which they generously extended him an invitation as thanks for his efforts to save the Magistrate. Of course, he accidentally found himself mistaken for help once he arrived, and was pulled into the kitchens to help organize the staff. It was hard work, and he didn't really get to enjoy any of the festivities, but it was still an enjoyable time. He wondered if Atsuko ever got those extra dumplings.\n\nWhen the woman introduced herself, he looked up, shaking off the idle wandering of his mind. Oh, another new arrival. She didn't look to be any older than he, if anything perhaps even younger. Perhaps a diplomatic aide? Not that it really mattered, Akio was happy to be seen by anyone really. He bowed, matching her brevity but ensuring his was lower. \"Yes, that's me. I am pleased to meet you, Doji-sama. I am always glad to meet new faces.\"\n\nHe wasn't entirely sure the proper procedure to follow, whether to get directly to the point or to engage in more conversation. While he'd like to get his concerns out of his head as soon as possible, the Crane were the best diplomats in the Empire. Maybe keep talking? \"How have you found your time in the city?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "Okiiri's gaze turned to the outside for a brief moment before replying. She felt the man infront of her was familiar in some way. Maybe it was the way he spoke? His attempt at the mannerisms necessary for such a meeting? Who knew, she smiled warmly a bit and looked back, her gaze a bit closer to his body, though purposely not in the eyes. \n\n\"The city is a bit large for the spaces I'm accustomed, though my family makes it comfortable enough. I've never been in a city with so many lights at all hours of the day, not since I was a girl on a trip to the capital...\" She paused and giggled, covering her face with her sleeve, and gave a very shallow bow, \"Apologies, I tend to overshare. I'm sure you didn't come her to listen to a girl critique lights.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Apologies aren't needed at all. I found it all overwhelming compared to . . . Well, compared to home.\" He chuckled. Growing up in the wilds with the Grinning Fang, then coming to Khanbulak to train. Two every different places, and different still than the City of Lies. \"I find the tight streets packed with people are stifling at times. But I suppose fate seldom sends us where we want, only where we are needed.\"\n\nSomeday he would go back. Completing his pilgrimage, providing a record of his deeds to his sensei. Becoming a Shinjo again. Not today. Perhaps not until this city was under Unicorn stewardship. He could wait. \"I came here to see how the Magistrate, Daidoji Aihara-sama, fares. But if you're new, maybe you don't know, unless Doji Koharu-sama or another of the Embassy staff informed you of the goings on before your arrival.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "She gave a sigh and a glance to the side with a fixed gaze as her thoughts wandered to the outside. She almost forgot her guest's intent to be here, enamored with the notions of what might happen outside these walls. She snapped out.\n\n\"If I might indulge in a favor, I'll gladly do what I can to return the favor. I can't say I know Aihara-Sama, although I can say that is likely for my inexperience with the names present. I can find out his status and let you know, but tell me about what goes on in those narrow streets, please?\" She said, holding a fan to her face to cover the faint blush.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Thank you, I would appreciate your efforts to find out.\" What goes on in these narrow streets? Perhaps she was still too new to the city to know, or more sheltered than he would have believed. \"Well, this city is every bit as fantastic and dangerous as the stories. Since I've been here there have been no fewer than three major assaults on criminal holdings, and one major diplomatic incident. And that's in three months!\n\n\"But it's not all bad, either. I mean, this is probably one of the only cities where someone like me would be invited to a party at your Embassy, or meet the Imperial Overseer himself.\" He knew it was perhaps a bit informal or casual, but it seemed this girl didn't stand too much on procedure. \"Is there anything in particular you want to know about? Or see yourself; I'm sure your whole day can't be spent locked away in the Embassy.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "She loved the the fan and averted her gaze lowly, but kept her posture proper, \"I was advised not to leave the grounds without protection and an escort, although I would feel like I was imposing if I were to ask, but this works well for both of us!\" She said in a direct and somewhat somber tone, \"It would be my pleasure to hear your recounting of any of the events you've alluded.\"\n\nShe had heard stories, but the idea of so many combats in the city was enough to make her head spin. Surely the city itself was a big and diverse enough place, if someone stepped foot down the road, it would make for an adventure in and of itself. With such high profile titles that he'd mentioned, she had to know, she had to listen. Her heart raced with anticipation, even if her body appeared to be quiet, and at most melancholy. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Well, if she wanted stories . . . . He would go on to recount the fight at the Fisherman's Quarter, being sure to edit out the bloodiest bits—and the part where he shot the Emerald Magistrate's yoriki. It was a fairly exciting tale: four samurai against a warehouse full of criminals and ronin. The ensuing battle where Seiko Hibiki and Daidoji Aihara engaged on the ground while he and Asahina Asahi loosed arrows from a nearby rooftop. The fire. Akio grabbing the injured Aihara out of the middle of all this and rushing him to receive medical attention. Perhaps he embellished some details on his achievements, but who would tell him he was wrong?\n\n\"As for the banquet held here, I'm embarrassed to say that I don't really know what happened. I arrived early and was confused for hired help to organize the kitchen staff, and I didn't have the heart to tell them no.\" He chuckled at the memory. Those were good times.\n\n\"Do they really say that you shouldn't even walk the streets without an escort? That seems excessive.\" If these words seemed to border on shocking, his next might even be more so. \"If you think it's too much of an imposition to ask a member of the Embassy staff to accompany you, I'd be happy to show you around sometime.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "Okiiri clung on every word as Akio went on, asking for specifics at any given pause, holding herself from shuffling any closer. It had been ages since she'd bore witness to such excitement, it must have been at the Topaz Championship this past year when she witnessed the iaijutsu tournament there. Simply hearing of the tale made her think back to the stories she hears from the caravan guards whenever she travels. When he was done, she took a second to compose herself and thoughts before responding to anything.\n\n\"This is how it is when I go most places. I would not expect one of the buke caste to understand, however the kuge, although for many of us it is expected we stay in places we're safe. Even when I visited Unicorn lands I was expected to stay on the castle grounds upon arrival, and never allowed to travel far from our caravan on the trips to and from. Though, if you feel the embassy trusts you well enough, I'm certain they would allow for you to accompany me. It might even give them some relief to know someone so trustworthy is nearby.\"\n\nShe smiled brightly, the stories had given life back into her soul and energized her with stories and thoughts of adventures she would likely never know. At that very moment she had to fight herself from standing up and asking him to go with her, but alas, she was in no physical position to do so. After speaking, she took a few calming breaths while she listed to Akio's response.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Well, I doubt your embassy thinks much of a ronin, even if I saved the life of one of your clan. You're welcome to ask though.\" He looked down. He had to keep his place in mind, it was a part of this life no matter how much it irked him. A mischievous glint filled his eyes as he glanced back up at her. \"Although if you accidentally found yourself in confusion stepping outside the walls of the Embassy and I happened to stumble across you, I would be duty-bound to return you safely to these walls. The long way, of course.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "Her face darted aside as her face flushed red. Her fan met her cheeks to conceal her expression and fan rapidly. Her eyes would dart between the ground and Akio, unsure which to afix to, \"I suppose I will go out to view the gardens under the Moonlight, and unrelated, please feel free to come by this area at any point to check on Aihara-sama.\"\n\nShe believed him to be earnest, as she did with most who told her stories, for better or worse, and was eager to take a risk for what she wanted. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Of course, I would be delighted to return later once you've gotten some more information on Daidoji-sama.\" He smiled. It was dangerous, foolish, and could land him in hot water with somebody else. But he was a ronin, dangerous and foolish was a part of the job now, wasn't it? Besides, it would be fun. And if anything went wrong, he could probably find a way to get them both out of danger. \"When I come back, is there anywhere in the city you have been interested in seeing? So I can tell you about them, of course.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "\"I am told of many wonders of this city, though everyone seems to stop midway through describing something and says A lady shouldn't know that part. So, I would gladly know more about the 'Teardrop Island.'\" She said with great interest, not knowing what she was quite saying. In her mind, she had heard stories of geisha who told stories and entranced men. She also entertained and told stories and enchanted people and wanted to know what was so different between them. \"Please, the next I see you 'describe' it to me with such detail, it was as though I was by your side.\" She asked with a deep bow before getting back up with a sly expression.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "It was a fortunate happenstance there was no food involved with this meeting, for if there had been Akio would surely have spat it in shock at the Crane's first request. \"Ah, the um . . . Teardrop Island. I can't say I've done much there. Of all the places samurai often visit that is certainly one that lives up to the more interesting tales of the city.\"\n\nHis eyes focused somewhere beyond and behind Okiiri, mind tracing back through what he knew of the Island. There had to be some good places he had heard of. Then they snapped back to the Crane, bright and clear with ideas. \"Though I know of at least two places that might be interesting to speak about and also not get me in too much trouble if others find out I told you about them. The exotic House of Foreign Stories, or the House of the Morning Star.\"\n\nHe gave a very brief explanation of both, and then left it up to her if she wished to visit one, the other, or both.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "She gave pause for a moment and clung on every word of description he gave. Her fairly sheltered upbringing and naive disposition translated descriptions of gambling for descriptions of entertainment games and drugs for the euphoria she felt from hot sips of fine tea, these things which she was well acquainted with. She was warned, that not everything was as it seemed in Ryoko Owari, although these were all things she was well acquainted with, she thought, and saw no harm in any of it, \"Please, I so look forward to your 'stories' about the House of Foreign Stories. I've heard so much about gaijin culture in my time with the Unicorn, I'd love to experience more! Though, you should go for now, please, make sure to return... To check on your friend soon!\" She said as she looked back towards the door, realizing that it wouldn't be long before someone came to check on her. Greeting a guest of his status should not take so long, someone was bound to start getting suspicious. \n\nShe stood up, leaving the folding fan on the ground and gave a bow, \"Please, take this fan and return it to me next I see you with a poem on the paper to remember your journeys.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"I'm afraid I'm no poet, but I'll see what I can do. Thank you again for your time.\" Akio bowed, collected his daisho, and left for the time being.\n\nIt would be later that evening that he returned, dressed in a simple, dark charcoal kimono so as to blend into the nights shadows around the Embassy. He slipped into the gardens without too much difficulty; it seemed guard duty was unusually light that evening, missing about a half dozen people. He caught sight of the girl and swiftly approached. \"Doji-sama, what a coincidence to find you here! I was coming by to check on Daidoji-sama. Shall we listen to some Foreign Stories?\"\n\nAnd so they would go, quickly and quietly out of the Embassy and into the streets of the Noble's Quarters, onto the ferries that take people to Teardrop Island, and finally to the steps of The House of Foreign Stories. Akio was careful to make sure Okiiri stayed close by at all times, and never visited the third floor, where the truly scandalous activities might be taking place. Instead, they found most of their time on the first floor, enjoying fine imported teas and other exotic refreshments served by equally exotic—yet proper—geisha who were more than happy to spin a tale or two of their homelands. Should Okiiri truly insist he would take her to the second floor to observe but not participate in the games of chance held there.\n\nAs the evening wound on, bits and pieces of Akio's life would be revealed in idle conversation. His adopted father in Khanbulak, his training as a scout for the Unicorn, his Musha Shugyo and its derailment. He would also talk about the many people he had met during his time here: from haughty Akodos to silent Mirumotos, even one of those Isawa priests. Truly this city was one of the great melting pots of the Empire. He also spoke of the fellow ronin he met during his time there, frequently referring to one named \"Atsuko.\" Maybe a little too frequently as the tea gave way to stronger drink.\n\nIt was late, late enough to be called early when the two finally returned to the Crane Embassy, and Akio had no desire to be caught sneaking an honorable courtier of the Crane back into the Embassy at this hour. Instead, he would return her through the kitchen staff's entrance, one of the servants' paths into the buildings.\n\n\"Oh, hey! It's Ak—\" The old lady who was still up began to exclaim before being shushed by him. She reduced her words to a whisper. \"It's good to see you again. Can I get you anything?\"\n\n\"Some senbei to go would be nice. Packaged so it can last a couple days. But you never saw us, understood Mika.\" He gave the woman a warm smile as she nodded, before turning that same smile to Okiiri. \"Well, Doji-sama, I hope the stories proved everything you wanted and more. Perhaps we can do this again sometime. I'm sure there are friends of mine who could even join us in Interesting conversation\"" }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "After he left, she excused herself from the room to tend to her evening and begin spinning a story of how she would leave without causing a stir. Through dinner she would make mention of the beautiful stars in this area of Rokugan. After she would excuse herself early and make her way to 'retire' for the night. Instead, she would later go out in a reduced and simple evening kimono and hair down to wait. Still, she was dressed and made-up more than the average person on the street, but far less conspicuous than her day-to-day. When Akio came back for her, she smiled and followed along, looking over her shoulder to make sure nobody saw, \"I'm all ears.\"\n\nShe hadn't experienced the rush she felt in those moments as they fled through the streets. How uncouth, unsavory, and uncanny it all was, even through the noble's quarters. She couldn't help but giggle every step of the way, it was as though she was in one of the scandals the other courtiers would share in court. The sort of thing she'd never have to share about herself, but now, she thought, she would if she chose. When they arrived at their destination, she was astounded. The people, similar to some of those in Unicorn lands, had features like her's. She didn't say it, but their hair with different colors and textures, and otherwise physically not entirely or not at all Rokugani, it made her feel comfortable. She made a point to stay close to Akio, and yet, none of the Geisha they were around made her feel any less or any worse. \n\nEven for her short time in the lands of the Unicorn, this was all so very vibrant and fresh. She would feel more fond of Akio as she learned of his past, and she shared her's. Her trouble's with her strange hair and eyes, her short time as a courtier in the courts of the Unicorn as part of the diplomatic team, and still all along being oh so sheltered from the outside world. It all lent to her trust for him, as she clung on every word, pushing him to embellish his stories as the night went along. The energy of the night allowed her to cheer along dice rolls and card flips as she would a kemari ball, even without a drop of sake touching her lips.\n\nShe noted the name Atsuko, and after they had headed home, she smiled, allowing him to escort her to safety. She had noted the name from earlier, she needed to know. She nodded Mika away, and turned and grabbed Akio's sleeve, \"One more story... Please. Here where nobody will know. Atsuko, you spoke of them almost as much as you praised your drink, if not more. Who is Atsuko... To you that is?\" She asked, looking up with her head angled down, her green eyes reflecting the lanterns into a shimmering light of innocence. She wasn't sure why she needed to know, maybe it was curiosity, maybe something else, but the need was real, and she wasn't letting go til she knew. Although she was much shorter than he, she imposed her demure presence as much as she could, as she was taught to, when something was urgent to her.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Who is Atsuko to you?\n\nThe question hit Akio like a charging Utaku warhorse. Every time he started thinking along these lines he always course corrected. He was no fool, he knew how his story went. Always another job, one more task before he was able to return home. Until one day he wouldn't come back from a mission. He'd be too slow, or too reckless, get killed or worse caught, and that was it. He made peace with that, so long as he could make a difference before the end. There wasn't room for anything else in his life.\n\nYet perhaps it was the drinks, the utter insanity of sneaking a Crane courtier back into their own home, the unholy hour, or some combination which lowered his inhibitions just enough. It started slow and stammering, Akio shifting uncomfortably from the suddenly imposing presence of the little Doji. \"Oh, I uh, I mentioned Atsuko? Haha! Oh my, I guess the drinks were stronger than I thought. Who is Atsuko to me? Well, she's—I, you know, we're . . . \"\n\nHe took a deep breath, catching his rapidly scattering thoughts and willing them coherent. \"I don't know. When I met her I thought she was a little try-hard, a bit stuck up, and far too serious. But she's more than that: she's fought harder, endured worse, and sacrificed more to be where she is than anyone else I know. She's smart, quick to act and quicker to learn, bold and fearless in the face of whatever obstacle she faces. I mean, sure she's got a bit of a temper, maybe kind of reckless, but people like us—who grew up on the wrong side of nobility—have reason to be like that.\"\n\nAkio grew quite a bit more animated than he thought he would, and turned a bit red when he realized the level of excitement he reached. \"Atsuko is . . . Well she's the future. And I'm the past. That's how it is, isn't it? Even two shooting stars from opposite sides of the sky pass each other for a moment. And maybe the sky grows a little brighter until they fly their separate ways.\"\n\nIt was the way of things, probably. If his words to the new Unicorn Ambassador had meant anything, Atsuko might just be on the path to legitimization, long and painful as that might be. Akio? If there was a path to bastardization he was on it. It wasn't fair to dwell on such matters. Was it?\n\n\"Maybe next time I can introduce you two. That way you can meet her yourself.\" He put on his best, most convincing smile, as if the matter was behind him. Those who could read the eyes behind the smile would know it was not." }, { "author": "soultakersensei", "message": "Okiiri listened with great interest, afterall, his explanation was dripping with veiled intent, but veiled from who? Her face relaxed as he spoke, and molded to something more of a sympathetic smile, \"I feel as if... Something you're saying is incomplete, though you are unsure how to complete the story. I surely hope you find the conclusion you're looking for.\" She took a seat.\n\nShe took a seat, looking out at the stars through the outside, \"I truly do love hearing stories from outsiders like you. Your adventures, your struggles, and all else are the things the great ballads and plays are made of. I wish I could follow suit in something like that, but my place is here.\" She gave a polite bow, \"Perhaps you'll avail me of your next journey when you return someday, but for now, I should return to my room before someone realizes or comes searching for me. Afterall, danger and thrilling may be how a bushi establishes themselves, but consistency and reputation is the steel of a courtier.\" She said as she gave a sigh, taking in the sights one more time, of the night sky, as she convinced herself that she needed to get up and go. She was home, nobody could tell her anything wrong, but being seen with a ronin at this hour could cause trouble.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\". . . As do I.\" Akio bowed once more, sighing slightly. She was right, it was incomplete, unfinished. Maybe all that was needed was the strength to push down the doubts and place the final brush strokes on the piece, and let future critics determine if it was a success. It was something to think about indeed. \"Of course, I'd be happy to regale you with whatever new tales I learn. This is the City of Stories, after all, so I doubt it will be long before more 'danger and thrills' find me.\"\n\nWith that, he headed off back towards the kitchen entrance, stopping only to collect the handful of packaged senbei that Mika prepared for him. The route back through the Noble Quarter, into the Merchants Quarter and to his small abode was quiet and peaceful, quite unlike the city on most nights. But he didn't mind. He had a lot to think about on this evening, and welcomed the silence.\n\n\|\|" } ]	211	5,854
300.705882	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "It would be very late at night when three figures emerged from the stormy rain, into the lantern light of the Crane Embassy. At first the guards were startled, thinking two small oni were approaching, but when the light came around, it was clearly just two tall women of different clans, and a familiar face between them. \n\n\"Kazane... What are you-\"\n\n\"Guard.\" Moshi Mai spoke up, pointing at the man. \"I am Ambassador Moshi Mai of the Mantis. Get your Magistrate and your Ambassador, now. I need to speak to them or whoever is in charge at such an hour.\" There was a moment of hesitation as the guards looked at each other, confused by the sudden orders and demands. \n\n\"Moshi-sama,\" One of them said, \"On what grounds-\"\n\n\"The grounds of _murder._ Now, get someone, and let us in, or I'll let _myself_ in.\" \n\nThe guard bowed, and hurried inside to get the attention of those within. \n\nThis was going to be a long night, no doubt. Between her bout with Miu, finding Kazane and the late Kakita Yuzuki, this was draining for the shugenja. Surely this was only going to get worse from here.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "aqbrooks", "message": "A guard cake stumbling into Masanari's office... Stumbling over his words until Masanari stopped him. He caught the words murder and the name Moshi-sama and that was enough. Moshi had been of great interest to Masanari of late and now her she was, at this late hour. \n\nHe stood, brushed himself off and took an extra moment to allow the smile of curiosity to fall of his face. Making his way out he approached. \n\n\"I apologise for the delay. I am Doji Masanari, i am neither Magistrate or Ambassador yet at this time it is I who responsibility falls to and your request was of the upmost urgency. How can I be of service.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Miu stood by Mai's side. Making sure the Mantis was supported with every ounce of energy she owed. This night was not one of the grandest battles she had wished for. But her personal matters had no room in this scene right now. She was drenched by water, it became cold soon. But once again she was not here to complain. \n\nAfter handing over the in total shock Kazane to one of the Crane guards she glanced over to Mai. When the other Crane approached she sighed a bit. A long night indeed. Perhaps she spoke for her turn, but everything was still written on her retina and she was willing to speak. So she did. She bowed down. \n\n\"I am sure you are familiar with Ambassador Moshi-sama. I am Kitsu Miu of the lion clan. As you can see Kazane-san was found at the river bank where Moshi-sama and I were brawling. Before you question the place, I suppose you understand the tensions within clans and seeing a simple Kitsu like me brawl with the grand ambassador of the Mantis will cause rumors.\" Miu paused for a moment to let her speech sink in. If Mai wanted to add on to something wheter it was approval or disapproval now was the moment. \n\n\"We stumbled upon your servant, Kazane-san. If you observe her well enough you'll come to the conclusion that she is in total shock.\" Miu continued her speech when she decided there had been enough room for somebody to object. \n\n\"She was holding, mind my gruesome directness on this matter, a head. One of her masters, one of the crane.\" Miu stopped talking here. She was not political enough for the discussion that would follow. So her eyes looked at Mai with the slightest of hope. They radiated sorrow as well. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Having been readying himself for bed, Kakita Aritomo would come down from his room, when he came down to see who would visit at such a late hour. He gives a bow to the guests, taking a quiet place against the wall, turning his one good eye to see. He would've missed the part about Kazane holding a head, and quietly wonders what this was about, though he knew it wasn't his place to speak at the moment. He still wore his kimono, though as he had been preparing for bed, his daisho was put away in his room, and his hair looked slightly unkempt, not the best appearance for meeting guests, but then again, this was much later than any tended to receive guests, so he guessed this must me an urgent matter and was the state of his dress would be overlooked." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Mai bowed when Doji Masanari came in, as well as Kakita Aritomo, but she was thankful that Kitsu Miu chose to speak. It was all a rather hard situation to be in, and as an Ambassador from a hated Clan, she was in a very hot seat. \n\n\"What she says is true, Crane-sans,\" Mai said. \"We were engaged in a friendly bout when this woman wandered up to us. She had the... Head of a Crane Samurai in her grasp. I'm afraid that I must inform you that Kakita Yuzuki is dead.\" Mai bowed again as she gave the bad news. \n\n\"Kakita-sama?\" Kazane spoke up, in a daze, looking about. \"No... She's here, she was...\" She looked at her empty hands, confused. \"Kakita-sama?\" \n\n\"She has been taken away from prying eyes,\" Mai explained, and is under the careful guard of my yojimbo, Chiyoko-san. She knew and fought alongside Kakita-sama, so I trust her to keep her remains unmolested by hinin or anyone else.\" Mai didn't like this, not one bit, but she was honorbound to do the right thing and report it all. \"I have notified the Thunder Guard, but other than that, you lot are the first to hear of this. This is a Crane matter, but the Mantis are willing to assist, if deemed necessary.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko awakened again, having thrown off her futon cover and sprawled out across her quarters. She heard the sound of quiet, hurried footsteps past her door and frowned. It was still dark outside, and she heard the pitter-patter of rain. She took up her wakizashi and straightened out the Jinbei She had fallen asleep in as she stood, then stepped out into the hallway. She heard voices from near the embassy's foyer and quietly padded that way. \n\nThe Kakita duelist heard someone repeating her family name just as she neared the source of the voices. Kiyoko stepped off to one side as she caught sight of their two guests, content to unobtrusively listen. If they needed her, she would be on-hand.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "\"Excuse me.\"\nKoharu had arrived from the office chambers, fully dressed as she often was in the night. Though in the weak lanterns' glow her face did not yet betray the fatigue she felt within, her voice emerged colder and raspier than intended.\n\nMoving past her peers, Koharu's eyes locked onto Kazane, whose presence and ghastly appearance immediately confirmed her suspicions.\n\n\"I heard news of a murder. Kakita Yuzuki...\" The name hung in the air, sounding like a question, but only the fragment of one. And like the cry of a mountain bird it faded, weightless, a name no longer belonging to this world. I couldn't protect you.\n\nKoharu looked at the visitor, who the guard had described to her hastily as Moshi Mai, the ambassador. Mantis. It was then that Koharu felt a stab of contempt near the base of her neck, and out of the grief, shock, and restlessness Koharu nearly considered something very dangerous. \n\nBut no, this was not the time to blame the Mantis for anything, simple though it might have seemed. This was their ambassador, after all. Any rash behaviour now could result in years of further clan tension.\n\n\"I... I need to know who did this,\" Koharu finally said, her tone cutting. \"The perpetrators of such hateful violence against a Crane samurai will receive the punishment owed. I care little of what the Thunder Guard thinks.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "When Doji Koharu entered, Mai gave a respectful bow, and confirmed what she asked about. \"That is correct, Doji-sama. Kakita-san was murdered.\" She could tell that this situation was a tenuous one, and needed to be played carefully. When a corpse arrives and a mantis is nearby, who else would the Crane point out? \n\n\"I want the same answer as you do, Doji-sama,\" Mai replied, \"As anyone brazen enough to attack a samurai is needing to be dealt with swiftly. I... Forgive me for the bluntness, but I saw the state of her, along with my Yojimbo. She was beaten, quite badly, and the blows were many and varied. I am no magistrate, but my Yojimbo attests that the wounds look to be from many weapons. I fear she was overtaken by many. Possibly a mob, or a gang.\" She looked over at Kazane, who still mumbled Yuzuki's name. \n\n\"She was stabbed, but we were able to heal her. She doesn't seem to be with us, as you see. I fear the shock has muddied her soul. We figured someone here may know her better, and could calm her enough for answers.\n\n\"I also know this is a poor time to do so, but I must make it clear that I or any of my Mantis had anything to do with this.\" Mai hated politicking, but sadly it was necessary. \"I came here in good faith, and to offer assistance. Whatever our clans say about the other, a samurai was slain, unlawful and dishonorably so. The Celestial Order requires righting.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko watched as Koharu made her entrance. She had few occasions to interact with the Iron Crane who served as guard captain of the embassy, but the Kakita duelist had heard rumors. It was said that Koharu did not sleep, and given the fact that she was still fully dressed at this late hour, there did seem to be some truth to the rumor. The unexpected raspiness of her voice was the only indication that perhaps she Needed To.\n\nFor her part, Kiyoko had not met this other Kakita to whom they were referring. Now, it seemed that she never would. They were distant kin at best, so this did not really bring her any sorrow. But the affront to the Kakita family and the Crane clan's honor, as well as the threat to order that mere heimin or hinin slaying a samurai represented, could not be ignored—Kiyoko understood that much.\n\nUnfortunately, she did not know this servant, Kazane, either, nor was she skilled in any sort of healing art. Maybe another could.\n\nShe cleared her throat and spoke up. \"Shall I rouse a shugenja, Doji-sama?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "She approached Kazane slowly, studying the woman's eyes. They were still unfocused, fearful. Koharu had seen her fill of shock, especially among the rural folk she used to protect from banditry and ronin attacks. This was particularly bad. Yuzuki and Kazane had been truly inseparable because of Yuzuki's blindness. And now they had been torn apart by a mob murder... Koharu struggled to imagine such an ordeal.\n\n\"Please escort Kazane-san somewhere brightly lit,\" Koharu said, \"And do not leave her alone. Have someone around to speak to her, even if she doesn't appear to listen. Find a shugenja if she is still unable to rest.\"\n\nShe had seen people recover from severe trauma, some in months or years. Koharu's hand clenched unexpectedly. What savages, She thought Destroy the body of one and the mind of another? Kazane could still come back, but Koharu could do little to help. She could do little of anything, it seemed.\n\nShe looked at Mai, completely lost. She had heard the ambassador speak, but the words had barely registered in Koharu's mind. She counted up all of the gathered Cranes, at the collection of guards now present, and the servants still trying to work while pretending not to eavesdrop. \n\n\"Please bring something for our guests,\" Koharu said, \"Cushions, tea, warm water. Whatever it is they need. Some more light would be welcome too.\"\n\nThen she turned to address Mai.\n\n\"We appreciate your offer of assistance, Moshi-sama. If we can cooperate to bring an end to those responsible, that could also close some old wounds shared by our two clans. And I assure you, while visiting this embassy no representative of another clan may be harmed. \n\n\"While the true criminals are not yet known, any blame or violence directed toward the Mantis Clan will result in the most Severe Of punishments, this I vow.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Mai stepped aside so the other crane that arrived could get to Kazane. She would fuss and pull away in protest, looking confused and angry. \"No! I have to find Kakita-sama! Yusuki-sama? Where... Let me go!\" She was much too weak to escape, so her protests were just feeble, and shouts into the void of her own mind. That poor girl. _Desperately trying to reach out for someone that was already gone..._\n\n\nThe offer of tea and cushions struck Mai by surprise, but it only made sense. Even in a crisis, expect a Crane to promote proper etiquette. She quickly instructed the servant that water would be fine, and turned her full attention back to Koharu. \n\nThe acceptance of aid was surprising as well, but taken at face value and with acceptance. \"Then we are in agreement, Doji-sama,\" She said, \"And as rare as our cooperation is, you'll find us willing and able to help.\" Mai looked back at Kazane as she was taken away. \"My yojimbo said that she fought alongside the late Kakita Yuzuki-san once, and noted she was an honorable woman. Crane or not, anyone that my yojimbo speaks highly of must be a good person. For she _rarely_ speaks highly of _anyone.\"_ \n\nAn involuntary scoff of a laugh left her, but she cleared her throat to focus. She didn't know much about the scenario. She _did_ know that Yuzuki was alive and well a few days ago, but with Kazane in shock and Yuzuki dead, it was hard to say for how long.\n\n\"Now, I am no investigator,\" Mai said, \"But I used to be a great pirate, and great pirates build grudges. I'm of the mind that whoever did this attack will not be attacking other Crane or samurai randomly. Surely this was a personal hit...\" WIth a thought, she looked back at Koharu. \"Doji-san, did Kakita Yuzuki issue a report of her conflict with a gang, back in winter? My yojimbo issued one, but I don't recall the details. That might give us an idea of who might be at fault. \n\n\"There's also the matter of her remains.\" Mai didn't want to bring it up, but it was important. \"Her body is at the crematorium, as I noted. She will not be burned or disturbed until your lot arrive, so you can have everything done to your clan's standards.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "A self-proclaimed pirate, for an ambassador? Koharu's heart sank a bit. There was no forgetting the Foreignness Of the Mantis Clan, even though they were Rokugani, and even if their goals aligned with the goals of the Crane tonight. She closed her eyes briefly. Don't dwell on this. You wanted to cooperate. Don't throw away this chance.\n\n\"If you would excuse me for a moment, Moshi-sama. There are dozens of reports of minor to severe conflicts from last winter in our records. Allow me to look for... For her name.\"\n\nFor matters of security, Koharu had a personal archive which she herself curated, for ease of search. Koharu took little time to locate the exact document - a report penned for her by a scribe, but with Kakita Yuzuki's own words copied in exactness as part of the letter, and details on the location of the original within the greater embassy archive.\n\n\"Here it is,\" Koharu said, unfolding it and spreading it out on the middle of a table for all to see. \"Stamped with her personal chop. Perhaps you recall a similar date on the report from your yojimbo? It says here an incident occurred on Moment's Edge Bridge, that she, Kazane-san and one 'Chiyoko-san' were caught in a brawl between the Moment's Edge and Strong Arm firefighter crews. Both crews suffered casualties. Other damages, minimal. Personal wounds... Also minimal.\"\n\nKoharu scanned the rest of the document, but it was somewhat bare. She figured that Kazane was likely the one who wrote and filed the original, and that likely she did not stay long on that bridge after the fight.\n\n\"We may have a debt to settle with these fire crews,\" Koharu said grimly. She felt heat rise to her neck and her ears. She had felt helpless a moment ago, and her anger had been suppressed by that feeling. Now the truth was somewhere, somewhere tangible. \n\n\"Even if it wasn't them, maybe they know something. We do this carefully, Moshi-sama. And I would like to speak to your yojimbo about this. Kakita-san's remains... We will collect them as soon as we can. I'm going to Moment's Edge Bridge tomorrow to gather clues.\"\n\nShe stood, looking at the other Cranes. \"And not One Of you approaches either of those gangs without my permission. If they bested Kakita Yuzuki, they can beat Any One of you fools.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Moshi Mai thought about the question, trying to recall what Chiyoko had written. \"I had just taken over as Ambassador at the time,\" She noted, \"So that would have been... Yes, yes I recall it.\" She looked back to Koharu. \"Chiyoko noted the same. Strong Arm and Moment's Edge, starting a gang fight. Kakita-sama and Chiyoko were caught in the middle, along with Kazane. I think the Moment's Edge leader of that particular group was slain outright, and the Strong Arm survived...\" \n\nThinking about it, it might be the Strong Arm that were responsible. They were getting too big for their britches, as of recently. \"Problem with the fireman gangs are they provide a service, as tainted with crime as it is. It makes dealing with them outright difficult, but not impossible to deal with.\" Mai might need to speak with Silver-chan about this. Figure out a way to halt as much collateral damage as possible. \n\n\"Chiyoko-san is with Kakita Yuzuki as we speak,\" Mai explained, \"And she will speak the truth if you ask her, and she will assist you if needed. Same for my Magistrate, if you deem it necessary. Ultimately, I will leave it to you and yours to handle this. It's Crane business, so handle it as you see fit.\" \n\nMai never figured she'd be helping the Crane, but with all that was on the line, it was the only right step. As morbid as it was, this might just make their relations better, other than worse. \"If you wish, I can call upon my daughter, Fujiko,\" She added. \"She's a shugenja like myself, but her focus is healing. She may be able to ease Kazane-san's mind enough to get information from her.\" \n\nTurning to Kitsu Miu, she gave a bow. \"Apologies for dragging you into this, Kitsu-san. You don't need to be involved any more than this, if you so desire.\" \n\|\|" }, { "author": "stumbleseed", "message": "Koharu nodded. The confirmation only stoked her fury, which she knew was dangerous. Any gang brazen enough to slay a Great Clan samurai had to be prepared for a retaliatory move - if they were still holed in the same place. Either they would lay low for a while, or they were ready for violence. Regardless of which, moving her ashigaru without scouting the bridge out first would be risky.\n\n\"Thank you, Moshi-sama, for all you have done for us,\" Koharu said as she folded the report neatly closed. \"I will visit tomorrow with a crew to collect Kakita-san's remains. Please inform Chiyoko-san that Doji Koharu, head of the Crane Embassy Guard, would like a meeting. And for Kazane-san... Yes, I would be grateful to hear your daughter's evaluation.\"\n\nIt made Koharu uncomfortable to further tether herself to the Mantis. She knew nothing of Mantis shugenja practices, and could not guess what spiritual healing might do to Kazane at this stage. But Koharu could not bear to leave Kazane untreated, and that weakness had forced her hand.\n\n\"Please, all, stay here for as long as you wish, leave at your own pleasure. May the Fortunes never forsake you, as they have this house.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "toedeledoki", "message": "Miu had simply listened to this unfolding. Her politics were poor and she knew her position in this. But she also knew that Mai had risked a lot only being here. Therefore she bowed down towards the shugenja she had looked up to the most. A friendly smile grew on her face before she spoke. \"Moshi-sama, I wish not to disobey your will, but if you let me, I will be by your side. I wish for you to not go through this on your own. After all, if it was not for me bluntly challenging you we would never be here.\" \n\nMiu stated. It was clear that she wished not to leave Mai's side until things were safe and settled. \"I do not doubt your skill as an Ambassador and I envy it. But a third party will always remain here in case things escalate.\" The last sentence she had mumbled a bit. Making sure not to piss off the crane even more. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "kiyoko.tamahi", "message": "Kiyoko had stayed silent and out of the way after her question to Koharu had been ignored. It would seem that there were no Crane shugenja on-hand to deal with the situation, anyway. Kiyoko made a mental note to request later that she be allowed to attend the Mantis embassy on the morrow, as a representative of the Kakita family. For that matter, she would have to insist that she be allowed to participate in any raids of these firemen gangs. \n\nShe was drawn out of her reflections by the Lion samurai-ko. The woman was unfamiliar to her, though this was hardly any surprise, given how newly she had arrived to Ryoko Owari. Still, did she truly think that a Lion would be considered a Neutral Third party in any situation involving the Crane?\n\n\"If it pleases Kitsu-san, Doji-sama has welcomed her to stay. Rest assured that no harm will befall the ambassador on these grounds should she leave, however.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "It would seem everything that needed to be said was said. The actions in the immediate were made, and more for the coming morning as well. Moshi Mai was satisfied with all that was planned, and optimistic that it might just yield results. \n\nSomeone, or a group of someones, killing samurai... She couldn't help but worry if her own child might become a target someday. The scorpion that was slain by the gaijin Williams came to mind. Could this be more Kolat treachery? Or was this just the gangs making good on a promise made? Chiyoko may be in danger as well... \n\nMai snapped out of her worry when the other Crane and Lion spoke up. \"Ah, yes... I think I shall returned to my own embassy, for now. A spar with Kistu-san and this unwelcome news... Well, it's drained me.\" She gave a bow to the women. \"Thank you for the hospitality, the words of confidence, and the promise of aid to you all, respectively. You'll find my doors open to you all as we deal with this matter.\" \n\n\|\|" } ]	271	5,112
215.846154	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The day was bright and warm, which meant Ambassador Doji Rika found herself a bit more limber than usual. Every morning seemed to take a little longer for the Ambassador to be readied for court, and this fact was not lost to her. She once met an Isawa who told her the most powerful magic in the world would be power over time, and as the twilight shadows of her long years drew darker she felt more than ever the truth of those words and the powerlessness of mortal humans to fight against its inexorable flow.\n\nBut today was a good day, and she rarely had one of those.\n\nNormally, she would greet visitors to her office, with an elegantly arranged display of art pieces and baubles to either comfort or agitate. Each piece on display would tell a little part of the grand story, the narrative she wrote in advance to lead her companion down. It was effective, meaningful, and powerful.\n\nBut today was a good day, which meant one less good day until there were no more at all.\n\nThe grey haired woman sat at the edge of the koi pond in the Embassy's outdoor garden, a small pouch of leftover foods from the previous day which she was slowly picking up between bent fingers and sprinkling down for the beautiful fish to enjoy. The new Crane would be directed to these gardens, to meet her here when he was able. Until then, she would watch the long-finned carp gently float through the waters, rising up to the surface whenever the stale rice crackers neared their paths.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "phantomwarriorkk", "message": "A man approaches, elegantly dressed in his civilian attire. A cyan kamishimo with sigils of the crane notes his allegiance and status. His katana and wakizashi adorned by blue and cyan patterns rest on his side. It is undoubted, this man serves as a samurai of noble blood.\n\nFrom first glance, a dominant and pride stature is to be noted, the way he walks and presents himself commands respect from those around him. Perhaps this person is too concerned with matters of appearance, or perhaps he is a man of great severity and purpose.\n\nAs he enters the garden area and approaches the elderly woman, he notices her comfortable manner and garments suggesting that she is the person he was supposed to meet. Such display could only belong to a person with high standing among the embassy. While bowing respectfully, he speaks...\n\n\"I greet you, my lady! You must be Rika-sama, if i am not mistaken. I have been instructed to report here, to the ambassador of the crane. I am Kakita Kintaro, one of the many descendants of the Kakita family. My tutors and close relatives have deemed me sufficiently of age and education to offer my services to the crane clan in a more direct way today.\"\n\nHe raises his head and assumes a stern and proud posture once more, awaiting the lady's response.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "Rika turned to acknowledge the man, smiling softly as she did so. The woman radiated a calm built from a lifetime of serving upon the front lines of court. Still it was suffused with the kindly bearing of a grandmotherly figure. \"Kakita-san. Your insights do you well. I am Doji Rika, Ambassador to this city. Come, sit with me a moment. I have read the letters of introduction and am most glad to have you with us. We have much to do to facilitate control during these trying times.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "phantomwarriorkk", "message": "\"Of course.\"\n\nHe says and then slightly bows again in gratitude of the hospitality, after which he proceeds closer and sits along side the ambassador. \n\n\"It is an honor to meet you, ambassador. One can only imagine how wise and skilled one must be to attain such rank as yours. I am humbled that you received me here today. Know that even if i am not that well versed in this world's politics, i stand eager to learn and aid our cause as much as i am able to.\"\n\nHe quickly nods to show respect once more. Then, Kintaro reaches into his garments and reveals a small calligraphy set. He presents it to the ambassador. The set appears finely crafted, yet not extremely adorned or expensive from its appearance. It is about as good of a gift as one would expect from a samurai of Kintaro's social standing.\n\n\"Before we begin, ambassador, please accept this gift from me. It is a calligraphy set that i wish to gift you for your trouble and to show my appreciation. I hope it is of use to you, and tends to your liking.\"\n\nHe places it near the ambassador, and awaits her response.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Of course. Let's get this over with.\" Rika's countenance fell slightly and she sighed. It did not seem to be centered in the giver or the contents of the gift. After the requisite refusals she took the set and placed it to the side. \"Now, dearie, to the hard questions, the ones not in the pretty papers I received. What brings you to this city? Surely you know its reputation, and the dangers it poses.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "phantomwarriorkk", "message": "Kintaro raises an eyebrow to the response towards his gift. Unable to understand what the reason might have been, he did notice and sense a slight negativity from that. He did not take much offense, yet he will probably remember that in the future. Since, most likely than not he will be pondering the moment and the gift after the encounter, to further analyse if he did something wrong.\n\n\"Bah.\"\n\nHe let out a quiet expressive sigh of his confusion. Then, he proceeded to answer after the question.\n\n\"My purpose here is to serve my clan, repay the kindness it has given me and spread the crane's blessings around the land. Such storied reputation and dangers also equal to great potential and opportunities i would hope. Nevertheless, I am here to serve. If the crane prospers, i will also. After all, it is my duty.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Are you now? Well we shall have to put that to the test.\" The elder Crane chuckled to herself at the younger's enthusiasm. The eagerness of youth was so heartening to see. \"As so eloquently written in The Sword: your blade will be where it must only when you can see where it must not. Ryoko Owari is riddled with this truth.\n\n\"As you are no doubt aware, there was a debacle last winter which led to this city falling under Imperial control.\" The friendly disposition of Rika shifted, the courtier of Doji's grace awakening as she now spoke. \"Governor Otomo Tanimaru decreed the city's stewardship to fall towards whichever of the Great Clans impresses him the most over the course of the year. We could not maintain this holding, but only a fool would let that dissuade them from acting. The Unicorn seem to have the strongest claim towards this city, and as their allies we support them. But as they would say, the winds are fickle. We go where the power goes.\n\n\"That does not mean we are without worry merely because we sit to guide rather than control.\" The Crane Ambassador rubbed the back of her neck thoughtfully. \"The Phoenix—our oldest allies within the Empire—have been reticent to speak with us, and I cannot help but imagine the reason is due to a messy altercation they had with the Unicorn, one Ambassador Utaku-san is unwilling to share. We struck an uneasy agreement with the Mantis as well to secure Unicorn claims, and must find a way to maneuver our power over them before they do the same to us.\n\n\"Then there are the immediate concerns.\" Rika turned dour, the more unpleasant business at hand to discuss. \"Two of our samurai have been murdered, both of your family name. Kakita Kiyoko has been spearheading the investigation as to their deaths. We also have the unique opportunity to shape what grows from the opium cartels, alongside the Unicorn. I received notice that their Ambassador wishes to meet to discuss these matters. Asahina Tadayasu was working on civil relief efforts before the assault on the cartels and is likely in the best position to work along with this initiative.\"\n\nThe Crane Ambassador stared off back into the koi point, watching the elegant fish float through the water as though they were kites upon the wind. For all their grace and beauty, they were but carp. Food for the masses, dressed for court. \"So, Kakita-san. How would you see that your efforts allow the Crane to prosper, knowing matters as you now do?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "phantomwarriorkk", "message": "\"Hmm, most intriguing.\"\n\nKintaro uttered, then consumed in silent thought, he gazed at the koi pond and the surroundings of the garden for a while.\n\n\"I will do what i must, what my clan demands of me. Though, should i have choice in the matter, then i would reckon starting from something small would serve us well. Perhaps something more of an internal affair, one that will strengthen my bonds with our other members, create the reputation and gather the support i will require to be of use in later, bigger struggles.\"\n\nPondering on it a bit, his manner suddenly becomes strict and he continues with a slightly raised voice...\n\n\"Yet, i will rejoice even at the most furious challenge as long as it is for a just cause. I will show no cowardice in the face of any opposition. I may lack the experiences but my fury is enough to strike a blow when needed.\"\n\nIn his mind, the slight display of courage shall dissuade any claims or thoughts of him being weak or hesitant. Then he resumes to a calm and relaxed state, proceeding.\n\n\"However, throwing away ones life never reaches any conclusion of meaning. I would perhaps start with the investigation on my two dead cousins. That should be a matter where i can prove useful and an experience that will grant me good faith from the rest of our clan. If the investigation succeeds, i will also avenge my fallen family and restore order in the land.\"\n\nLooking down to his blades, he fixes them into a comfortable position while he speaks. They remind him older matters of law and order he had to deal with, along with the various tales and teachings of his betters.\n\n\"It is also a fitting assignment according to my education. I have been well taught in that line of duty. Tell me ambassador, what would you have me do? Or what would be wiser for me to follow according to your opinion?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "The Doji listened intently as Kintaro spoke, carefully watching the shifts in his body language. Only once she was certain he was done would she speak. \"Well said, young man. We are the shining center of Rokugan, the immovable anchor around which the Empire turns. Yet without acknowledging where it is the heart each samurai pulls we cannot control the heart of the clan. I think it would be wise for you to meet with Kakita Kiyoko and pledge your assistance to her aims.\n\n\"I also suggest you take some time to walk the streets of this city, to learn of its ways and the samurai who call it home. To guide the path of the city we must understand who makes it up.\" She nodded sagely, then smiled once more. \"Is there anything further you require?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "phantomwarriorkk", "message": "\"Then, that i shall do. Thank you ambassador!\"\n\nHe nods to respect.\n\n\"Now i have my directives, a purpose to fulfill and a way to aid our clan. In the meanwhile, I shall also invest the proper time to familiarize myself with these new surroundings i find my duty to call me to. It is a wise suggestion, i will tread carefully and stabilize my presence here. Information will be a key to that.\"\n\nThen, standing up he turns to the ambassador, bowing he continues...\n\n\"I shall prepare a letter for Kiyoko-san and offer my aid to this investigation. I do not believe i have any further questions on that matter, except perhaps if there is further information about the case that i should be aware of. If not, Kiyoko-san will probably brief me and pass on to me the details if she accepts my assistance.\n\nNodding quickly in agreement with himself a couple of times, he rises with an inner thinking expression of furrowed brows and then addresses his thoughts.\n\n\"Only, since my services will be required here for a while, i will have to find more permanent accommodations for me and my servants. Should there be no further assignments or anything that you may require of me, ambassador, i will make my leave and tend to that.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "\"Very well, Kakita-san. If you require any assistance in accommodations, you need only ask and we can ensure it is cared for.\" Rika nodded in dismissal at Kintaro, indicated he was free to leave and care for his duties—both personal and clan.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "phantomwarriorkk", "message": "\"I will if needed. Thank you for your hospitality and your assistance!\"\n\nAfter a final bow, he departed to tend to his duties.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "revanchist_industries", "message": "A nice boy, She thought to herself as she dismissed him with a bow of her own. The elder Doji almost stood to totter off when one of her yojimbo approached. \"Doji-sama, pardon the minor confusion. The other arrival wishes to meet with you if you are able.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Migi-san. It is no confusion at all. Meeting him here is far more calming to the soul than at a desk.\" Rika sat herself back down, casting a few more small handfuls of stale rice cracker at the fish, and waiting for his entry.\n\n\|\|" } ]	179	2,806
122	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "asurasura", "message": "Gathering the clerks who carefully managed the embassy's paperwork too some small amount of time, if only because many of them had business outside the embassy to attend to. Hikari's hurried efforts must have eventually bore fruit, however, as a steady trickle of scribes gathered outside the meeting room that had initially hosted the investigation's little get together. They were an eclectic group of people: many were heimin women running the gamut between their mid-twenties to early-forties, although at least one of them cut the distinct figure of a man, if a tad younger and somewhat feminine. \n\n\"I believe everyone is here now, samurai-sama,\" One of the younger women—who would identify herself as Ginko if questioned—piped up as the last of her co-workers arrived from down the hall, bowing deeply in apology for keeping the rest waiting. In total, eight separate servants had assembled, \"Please, forgive my presumptuous nature, samurai-sama, but is this in regards to the missing documents?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "Hanako presented herself nicely in front of the small crowed. Her eyes examining everyone while her arms where gathered inside her sleeve. Once Ginko stated that nobody were expected she announced the following :\n\n\" I, Asahina Hanako, have decided to take the missing documents - looking directly at Ginko with a slight nod of her head - affair in order. We cannot allow this to happen again. I do not wish to alarm you all but some things cannot be disregard. I will have everyone of you state your business outside this embassy and what were you doing at the time of the incident. We will take a room and you will wrote and sign a paper with previously stated information. \"\n\nHanako marked a small pause as to emphasize her next announcement : \n\" I am your friend in this matter, no harm will come to you if you have seen something or heard something or even did something. Every one can have problems and yes duty does come first, but in my position i will not be your demise, i want to help you. In particular i want to know if Hitomi-san is here with us today? If you have any question feel free to ask? \"" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "The heimin did as they were wont to do—they listened to their better and nodded along with her plan. When inquired towards, one of the older looking women raised her hand, confirming herself to be Hitomi. Most of the scribes seemed either too anxious to ask a question directly, or far too well-composed to speak out of turn by doing so. All but one. The young man among them held up a hand as if to ask permission to voice his concern.\n\n\"Uhm, you mentioned we should identify what we were doing at the time of the incident, but what time was that exactly, Asahina-sama?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "\"I would like to have your coming and going about 10 to 13 days prior to today if possible. No harm will come to you in doing so, it's only to know where were you and what do you do outside this embassy\"" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "A wave of discontent seemed to move through the group of heimin in response to Hanako's request, though most of it was kept to simple grumbling from the younger members of the staff. The young man, for his part, seems a little rattled by the request, but offers a short bow of his head in deference. \n\n\"By your leave, samurai-sama... Who would you like to hear from first?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "sirshok", "message": "\"If possible i would like to hear it from a certain Ginko. If she isn't here, then Hitomi. Be sure it won't be long, but i need to speak to them \"" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "The younger woman who had spoken up before gives a bow.\n\n\"Of course, Asahina-sama. By your leave.\"\n\nWith a secondary room sequestered away for the questioning, the Ginko was the first among the group to file in. She settled herself as comfortably as one could possibly do during an interrogation sequences, looking for guidance from the Asahina as she did so.\n\n\"Where would you like me to begin, Asahina-sama?\"" } ]	93	854
266.615385	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "asurasura", "message": "A long pause lingered between Daiki's knocking and the eventual answer, but an answer eventually came all the same.\n\n\"You may enter.\"\n\nThe interior of the office was somewhat different from its counterparts across the embassy. The staff had gone to great lengths to ensure each and every private space within the embassy remained tastefully decorated: art, flowers, and fine furniture sure to uphold the high standards of the clan's bureaucrats and diplomats as they tended their business in the city. The Daidoji's office, by comparison, had been stripped down to the bare essentially. \n\nWhere fine painting may have once been displayed, heavy looking cabinets had been hastily squeezed in, each of which was adorned by equally stalwart looking locks. Where a beautiful flower display might have livened up the room, a suit of imposing looking lacquered armor sat upon its accompanying rack, the fearsome mien of its Mempo Equaled by that found on the face of the man in front of it. Behind a low desk, a short, severe looking samurai of middle age sat, his blue eyes affixed immediately upon Daiki the moment the door parted. \n\n\"Sit, and tell me what need you have of me, Doji-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Taking stock of the man behind the desk, then of the office itself, Daiki stepped inside. He closed the screen smoothly behind him before he turned to the man properly and gave a deep bow of greeting.\n\nNo-nonsense, military, important enough to have his own office... Appropriate honorifics for sure, and a very brief introduction to be respectful of his time.\n\n\"Apologies for the intrusion, Daidoji-sama, and my thanks for seeing me without notice,\" He said, remaining bowed. \"I am newly arrived from Kyuden Kakita, training in the duelist dojo and the forges.\" He added politely before straightening up and stepping closer. Protocols respected, he delved properly into the answer to the Daidoji's question, careful not to mince words. \"There is the matter of the theft, which I assume you are informed of? I have been asked to assist in investigating. Tell me, you are in charge of assigning the ashigaru that guard the embassy, are you not?\"\n\nIt was a tricky bit of wordplay. To be brief and not waste the time of such a to-the-point individual while still avoiding implying fault given his responsibility over those in question was a thin line to tread. \"I have need of your knowledge on the matter of their assignments during the time of the incident. The records have gone missing, and I cannot help but feel this was no accident - perhaps a means for the thief to cover their tracks? But that is only a guess for now.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "\"I have been and am.\"\n\nThe grim looking Daidoji did not so much as flinch at the implication that some of the ashigaru had been implicated in the theft of the documentation. He listened until Daiki had said his part, and then spoke in turn, his voice as crisp and authoritative as any dojo sensei.\n\n\"You feel it is no accident because it is not an accident. Somebody purposefully took those files from where they were kept. That much indicates that whoever stole them knew where they were, and knew what they were looking for.\"\n\nWere it possible for his features to grow any more severe, they certainly would have as he continued on.\n\n\"I would attend to this matter personally were my duties in this city not more immediately pressing. If you wish my leave to question the security detail at the embassy, then you have it. Many of them are fresh recruits from the southern Crane provinces, and will likely acquiesce to whatever request you make of them out of fear alone.\"\n\nThe matter seemed settled enough to the older gentleman, who looked to the handful of non-descript documents atop his desk as if to indicate he was no longer interested in speaking on the matter. It was often the way of the Daidoji to be curt and straightforward, after all. But after a moment or two, he seemed to think better of leaving things.\n\n\"I will say that I doubt the culprit is among them—it is possible that one or two might have thought to pilfer sensitive materials in the hopes of finding a buyer, but to do so without their fellows noticing? Doubtful. It would imply collusion within the guard, and collusion often requires familiarity. Familiarity not found in fresh-faced farm boys who have known each other for a month.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Sanerori had made it fairly clear thus far that Daiki was on borrowed time. Sensing that it was nearly up, he made one last play to try to extend his welcome long enough to make some headway.\n\n\"I thank you for your permission and shall avail myself of the opportunity post-haste. Also, I agree wholeheartedly,\" Daiki said with a slight incline of his head. His stormy eyes did not leave the Daidoji. \"It was planned in advance, no question. However, despite some of the documents being trade-related, I doubt that profit was the primary motive.\"\n\nTo contradict a superior to his face, especially one who had not demonstrated an immense amount of patience was risky, but hopefully the minor sleight would invite more curiosity than anger. \"A shugenja aiding in the investigation had a word with one of the kami within the office, and the message they returned, though vague, spoke of 'vindication.' Does that stir up any thoughts for you?\"\n\nSayenori did not seem the type to trust an air kami's word - though certainly for ample reason. Still, it seemed prudent for the moment to leave out that little detail so the clue would not be dismissed out of hand.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "Saneyori's expression did not budge an inch when the question was posed to him, though even the trademark Daidoji stoicism, it was difficult to say if any question could truly shift his mask. \n\n\"The kami are not my area of expertise—the Asahina attached to this embassy would be the ones to ask on such matters,\" Perhaps realizing that a non-answer was unhelpful in the face of such a query, regardless of his qualification to answer, the gunso continued, \"If vindication is what they meant to communicate, perhaps they simply wished to encourage the shugenja's line of questioning. To vindicate them for asking.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"Nor are they mine,\" Daiki said with an apologetic smile and a bow. \"Thank you for your time, Daidoj-sama. I shall shift my focus to the ashigaru as you suggest.\" He half rose from his bow, but paused. \"If you happen to think of anyone specific - be it individual or group - who would feel particularly 'vindicated' by taking steps to interfere with our trade and influence in the city in this way... Please do not hesitate to send word.\"\n\nIt had been the question behind his question in the first place, but the stoic response had not been incorrect. Shugenja would be much more helpful interpreting the kami. Still, Daiki had a lot of little hunches and no solid leads to affirm any of them. For now, diligence and thorough methods would be his best ally. He rose to his proper height and held the gunso in his steel-blue gaze.\n\n\"I trust that you know your troops well. If intimidation is to be my best boon as you imply, might I trouble you to apply your personal chop to the matter?\" He inquired, raising an eyebrow. \"Your granted authority would carry far more weight with something tangible to back it up. I would be more than happy to pen the notice on your behalf to save you the trouble. With that in hand, I can foresee no further need to intrude upon your time, save for true emergencies.\"\n\nIt was perhaps a presumptuous proposal, making suggestions of how a ranking member of the clan used their chop, but Sayanori had made it clear so far that peace and quiet were appealing prospects. Offering him a little of both may help clear up any misgivings on the matter.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "The older gentleman's brows furrow when confronted with the Doji's words, and though it would be beyond the realm of possibility for his eyes to harden much further, a clear dissatisfaction was expressed in the subtleties of his mien. \n\n\"I did not claim you should mean to intimidate them. I simply said that they would acquiesce to your requests out of fear. You will find most heimin to do similarly when faced with questioning by an irate samurai,\" There was a sterness to his explanation, but a distinct lack of aggression, as speaking simple fact rather than correcting an assumption, \"You will also find that when pressed, they will be quick to provide whichever answer seems to placate their better the fastest. If you desire the truth, you will need to straddle a fine line between authority and allowance. Authority which must be your own, Doji-san.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Bowing his head briefly, Daiki was forced to admit defeat. \"As you say. Daidoji-sama.\" Facing his frame more properly to the older man, he bent fully at the waist and lowered his head so that white locks fell like curtains around his face. \"You have been more than generous with your time and I shall not impose upon you further. May The Fortunes smile upon you,\" He said, returning to his full height and making for the exit.\n\nOnce back in the hall and with the shoji closed behind him, he heaved a silent sigh of disappointment. He had hoped for more than a simple go-ahead to proceed with questioning, but it would have to do for now.\n\nMaking his way to the barracks, he took a few extra moments to rally his wits after the lukewarm exchange with the Daidoji. Upon arriving, Daiki waved down the first ashigaru that caught his gaze. \"A moment, please,\" He said. His tone was clipped - as he was addressing someone who was heimin. I am looking for an ashigaru known as 'Kana.' Where may they be found?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "The barracks was largely clear of souls in the middle of the day. The Crane did not command the largest of garrisons to begin with, and many of the soldiers stationed therein were either attending their duties at the embassy, or otherwise enjoying leisure time off in the city. A young man a few years Daiki's junior—who seemed to be in the process of undoing his armor to change into more casual garment—quickly snapped to attention in response to the samurai's sudden appearance. \n\n\"Kana-sama? She spends most of her time at the bazaar these days, but I remember seeing her by the koi pond in the courtyard on my way back from watch duty, samurai-sama.\" \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "\"Thank you, ashigaru-san, and thank you for your service to the Crane,\" He added. With the young man's accoutrement partially disassembled, and knowing he would be expected to bow far lower than his better regardless of his state of dress, Daiki offered a very modest bow before turning and taking a quickened pace out onto the grounds of the embassy.\n\nThe koi pond had always been a favorite spot of his since first he had made his way to Ryoko Owari Toshi. It was a part of the sprawling gardens that reminded him most of Kyuden Kakita. Emerging onto the lush green grass of the gardens, Daiki pause, taking a breath as his focused steel-blue eyes scanned the edge of the pond for an ashigaru woman.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "It didn't take long to spot the ashigaru amidst the serenity of the koi pond. A woman of middling height and equally middling age, the soldier known as Kana must have had a sharp eye about her, as it only took her a split second to spot Daiki's approach and snap to attention. A crisp bow was offered in turn.\n\n\"Samurai-sama. Did you need the pond to yourself? I was just finishing up my business here.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "shield_saint", "message": "Responding with a moderate bow so as not to force the ashigaru to bow lower, he answered in a brief, cordial manner. \"Kana-san, I presume? I am Doji Daiki,\" He explained, returning to his upright posture. \"I am actually here to speak with you on a matter of some importance.\" \n\nDespite the lack of apparent witnesses, Daiki stepped slightly closer, lowering his voice. \"I assume you are aware of the matter of the break-in? I and a few others are tasked with following up on the matter. Bad business, and rather troubling how it was done without any forthcoming witnesses.\" His tone did not carry any malice, but there was ice behind his words. \"You are in a senior position over the other ashigaru in the embassy, are you not? Surely you must have some thoughts on the matter, at least as to whose duty it was to guard the entrances, patrol the grounds... Not to mention watching the clerk's office where things went missing.\"\n\nIt was nothing more than an invitation to speak her mind. At least - that is all it was for the time being.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "\"That's actually why I'm here, Doji-sama. I spend most of my time over at the bazaar these days, but one of the lads informed me of the break-in. Figured I would come here on my off hours and check things out.\"\n\nThe iciness might have been off-putting, perhaps even intimidating for someone with lesser experience in dealing with their superiors. But for a seasoned ashigaru who had served under countless samurai, it didn't seem to bother her overly much.\n\n\"I questioned the boys on watch duty these last couple of nights. Asked 'em whether or not they noticed any of the scribes acting strangely, any lingerers near the walls or the gates, any dignitaries that seemed out of place—nothing, from every one of them. Well, almost nothing.\"\n\nHer eyes drifted down toward the surface of the pond. The koi within wheeled to-and-fro, traveling the wide, stony basin in languid circles.\n\n\"Around five nights ago, two of the guards reported something a little out of the ordinary. They said the koi were making a real fuss for some reason. They're usually pretty quiet, on account of being fish and such, so it took them as strange. One of them kept watch while the other investigated, and when he couldn't find anything, they switched off. Nothing turned up, and the fish went back to their normal, easily missed selves not long after.\"\n\nThe heimin allowed herself a soft sigh.\n\n\"Apologizes, Doji-sama. I know it isn't much, but it's all I've managed to turn up. Shy of interrogating the koi, I don't think there's much else to do about it.\"\"That's actually why I'm here, Doji-sama. I spend most of my time over at the bazaar these days, but one of the lads informed me of the break-in. Figured I would come here on my off hours and check things out.\"\n\nThe iciness might have been off-putting, perhaps even intimidating for someone with lesser experience in dealing with their superiors. But for a seasoned ashigaru who had served under countless samurai, it didn't seem to bother her overly much.\n\n\"I questioned the boys on watch duty these last couple of nights. Asked 'em whether or not they noticed any of the scribes acting strangely, any lingerers near the walls or the gates, any dignitaries that seemed out of place—nothing, from every one of them. Well, almost nothing.\"\n\nHer eyes drifted down toward the surface of the pond. The koi within wheeled to-and-fro, traveling the wide, stony basin in languid circles.\n\n\"Around five nights ago, two of the guards reported something a little out of the ordinary. They said the koi were making a real fuss for some reason. They're usually pretty quiet, on account of being fish and such, so it took them as strange. One of them kept watch while the other investigated, and when he couldn't find anything, they switched off. Nothing turned up, and the fish went back to their normal, easily missed selves not long after.\"\n\nThe heimin allowed herself a soft sigh.\n\n\"Apologizes, Doji-sama. I know it isn't much, but it's all I've managed to turn up. Shy of interrogating the koi, I don't think there's much else to do about it.\"" } ]	243	3,466
242.6	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Kakita Aritomo was one of the last Crane to represent the Clan in this tournament, all the others either being bested by their own, or outliers. However, the fact that so many Kakita took in on the dueling only showed how prominent they were. And above the rest, sat Aritomo. \n\nHis opponent was the ronin that came to the dojo once before, and was not well-liked for rumors of besting some of the student's relatives in other duels. All the same, her skill could not be called into question. Chiyoko earned her spot, fair and square. \n\nAnd so, these two would engage in a classic dueling tale: Crane vs. Dragon, Kakita Style vs. Mirumoto Niten. \n\n__Phase One: Start__\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo had been preparing for this tournament for some time, meditating, training, honing his skills to a razor edge, there was little doubt in his mind that he was the best duelist here, he just needed to prove it. \n\nThat confidence faltered in the moment he noticed his opponent's choice of fighting style, as flashbacks of that duel, so long ago now, it seemed, came to the forefront of his mind. Almost as a reflex, his hand went up to the black patch, covering where his left eye would be, if not for the injury he sustained at the hands of his Dragon clan rival... Why any, even a ronin, would choose to study such an underhanded style was beyond Aritomo, but, just maybe, Fortune was smiling on him this day, for he had learned the hard way not to underestimate a practitioner of this style. He gives a courteous bow to Chiyoko as a signal that he was ready." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko stood up from her seat, taking a deep breath. So far, she did well, very well. She had her close calls, as any duel was a close call in and of itself. But she kept pushing forward. After all, she had a goal in mind, more important than any sword or prize. She prayed that would see her through to the end. \n\nBut first, another opponent. She didn't know Kakita Aritomo, but she saw his bouts. He was good. _Very good._ But, was he better than her? Perhaps. But better didn't mean a win. It just meant the odds were against the ronin. She did notice the way he looked at her blades, and the way he touched his patch. There was history here, it seemed. She wouldn't dare use any underhanded tactics, but she would make it a point in order to use her Niten effectively. She stepped into the ring, and bowed to her opponent, as deep as a ronin should to a superior. \"Kakita-sama. Shall we?\" \n\n\|\| \n__Phase One: Ended__\n__Phase Two: Start__ \|\|" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo returns the bow before taking his position, his one good eye locking with her eyes as he shifts his feet to his fighting stance. His hand goes to the hilt of his katana, readying himself for the one true strike that would end their bout. He pushed all his earlier doubts from his mind, she was clearly quite skilled to have made it this far, and he would be a fool to underestimate her. His mind clears, as the world seems to slow down, he tuned out everything around him, none of it mattered. He attempts to get a read of her, studying her stance, her hand placement, any minute detail could spell the difference between victory and defeat in these duels." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko did what she always did, when faced with an opponent like this. She took him in. Everyone had a fault, everyone had a weakspot. Aritomo was missing a left eye, same as her. Thus, a blind spot to the left. Just like her. Naturally the proper place to attack would be for the left flank, but doing so put her own flank at danger. But, danger she could handle, if needed. \n\nShe exhaled, and slipped into her _kamae._ She stood still like a statue, but as if mid-gait, ready to continue to walk, run, jump, dive; thus was Niten's principle: Show what you wish, hide what you do not. Both her blades were on her left hip, ready to draw. But how she'd draw them, was not clear, not yet. \n\n\|\| \n\n\|\|__Phase Two: Ended__\n__Phase Three -Mind Battle: Begin__\|\|\n\nThe battle of the mind was the hardest. Arrogance and overconfidence could poison the movements, make every possible outcome look like a victory. Chiyōko pushed that out of her mind. She must be as void; nothing and everything. \n\nThus, she pictured nothing. Nothing but Aritomo. He was faster, and he was Kakita. A duelist of their school could strike in many ways, but they all held one truth: speed. She pictured the many strokes of the blade. Rising. Sweeping. Thrusting. All came swiftly, going for her left side, no doubt. And the Kakita were known to slice the cheek, a signature she had evaded for some time. So, her pathway was clear. \n\nShe would move, but she would not try to match speed. Why run, when you need only walk? She would just walk her _Kamae,_ and draw. Wakizashi in her right, forward grip to catch the katana. Left, reverse grip, going low, to cut the side. She needs only break skin; if she could do that, she could be victorious. She could only pray her knowledge of the rival school would bring her the right answer. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Aritomo took the time to study and size up his opponent, he had experience facing her particular style of fighting, and knew that her main advantage against him would be surprise... Having two blades to choose from, and likely equal ability to draw and cut with each, he knows that committing to a strike to early would allow her to counter by and attack his exposed side. Like himself, she's blinded on her left side, an obvious weakness, but she's likely already planned for him to strike there, and his blind side would be open to her counterattack. \n\nHis best bet would be to force her to commit to a side first, because once she's committed, he has an opening, albeit, a small one, maybe a slit second at best, a difficult feat for all but the quickest of blades, which he was, his speed and agility being greater than most. He would need to stay focused, and watch for the slightest hint of her committing to a strike, and be ready to strike at any moment.\n\n\|\| \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\|\|Phase 3: Complete!\nPhase 4: Begin!\|\|\n\nThere was nothing left to but draw. Chiyōko was as ready as she could be. Her movements were ready, and it was merely a matter of acting. \n\nThe hardest part of acting with defense in mind was going first. The smart move was to wait- no, the _obvious_ move was to wait for him to move. Foolishness. He was faster, she was certain of this. So, the only way left to go was forward with nothingness showing. As the Niten demanded. \n\nChiyoko's hands hovered over her blades, grey eye locked on Aritomo and nothing else. She was still in her _Kamae,_ mid-step and stances unclear. \n\nBut then suddenly, she was on the move. She stepped forward deliberately, moving not at her limit, but under it, hands still hovering over her swords.\n\nBut not for long. She waited for Aritomo's move, but not before choosing a side. \n\n_The right._ It was the only way he would go. Honor demanded it. Fate was certain in her mind. \n\nChiyoko's stoic face stayed still when she suddenly drew blades, wakizashi springing up and ready to catch the surely impending strike of her Crane opponent. Her other blade was freed, ready to help her little sister in their tandem move: _Kakushi kamae: Keison no Niten!_\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "Seeing her commit to her right side, Aritomo almost takes advantage of her blind spot, but to win with such dishonorable tactics, especially when his opponent didn't take the same advantage? No if he was going to win, it would be because he was the better duelist, not because he hit her blind spot, he could only hope she was affording him the same courtesy. \n\nHe moves to strike with lightning speed, drawing and cutting in one quick, fluid motion, looking to slide his blade along her cheek, one motion, be cut, this was the Kakita way...\n\n\|\|( \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "The ronin locked her eye on Aritomo. She had predicted it all properly. He was faster, he went for the right, and he would strike as a Kakita, and with honor in mind. Truly, a grand example of what Kakita-sensei wished of his pupils. Unfortunately for him, Mirumoto-sensei was also a grand teacher, and his lessons rang true that day. \n\nChiyoko's wakizashi came up, acting as a the umbrella to block the swing that would have rained down upon her. The sound of blade kissing blade was the announcement that the katana was coming, and its arrival came with blood on the mind. Or, it _would_ have. \n\nThe katana lashed out at Aritomo's side, but with restraint. Kimono and haori would be sliced, and the sting of the cut would be felt, just enough for blood to spill. For a moment, Chiyoko stayed in that crouching position, Aritomo's blade mere inches from her cheek. \n\n\"A clean hit has been made!\" The judges made their call, and one representative raised his right arm. \"The victor of this duel is Chiyoko, the ronin!\" Polite clapping (and quite a bit of disgruntled mumbles and muffled curses) sounded off as Chiyoko disengaged, flicking the blood from her blade before sheathing them both. \n\n\"Kakita Aritomo-sama.\" Chiyoko looked to the man, and bowed deeply. \"Well done. I've faced plenty of Kakita Duelists, but you were truly the most skilled. As one that used to be part of the Kakita-Mirumoto rivalry, honor demands that I admit when I was truly tested.\" She stood upright, and exhaled. That was another win. There was only two more opponents in her way. She was close, very close.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "bigsteve640", "message": "The match was over in an instant, as was the nature of their duels, the pain in Aritomo's side told him all he needed to know. He's quiet for a moment, as he sheathes his own blade, a million thoughts ran through his mind, most centered around the rage he was feeling, he had forgone attacking her blind side, believing that she would offer the same courtesy to him. It would seem that her chosen style was very much in line with her own honor, as she had taken advantage of his courtesy and struck his blind side.\n\nHe pushed all of these thoughts aside, the judge had already ruled, he was beaten, no need to shame himself by lashing out now. He bows to Chiyoko, \"I was an honor...\"* He lies, forcing a smile, before departing for his own quarters." } ]	205	2,426
307.916667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Both of the Scorpion were able to defeat their Crane opponents, in some way dueling imitating history. \n\nBayushi Kaori, thought to be a low contender with her injuries and off-hand grip, was able to make it to the final eight, and just finished defeating Kakita Suzuki, taking a bit of her ear with her. \n\nAnd then, Baushi Yuto bested Doji Daiki, without a blade being drawn. Before the two could clash, Doji Daiki submitted on the grounds of recognizing skill, and a sudden and urgent message to return to Kyuden Kakita, duty trumping any duel. \n\nThus, Scorpion and Scorpion would duel each other. They were both allowed to rest, and were now announced to duel. \n\n__Phase One: Start__\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "This tournament had been the first time Yuto used his Iaijutsu in a proper duel, while many had kept their composure as proper Samurai the scorpion had to admit, there was some intimidation and nervousness. Beside him sat a servant, Chinatsu, a woman who may or may not have been concealing his turtle to provide the man comfort during the matches. The little fellow was always excited seeing his master exercise or train, now he'd get to see the results of that work up close! Rubbing his head and shell, he'd soon depart as he leapt up. Placing his Katana into the Obi on his left waist, the Magistrate himself could feel the tension despite not standing before his opponent. Taking a deep breath, he stepped up. \n\nThis likely was the hardest matchup he'd ever face, going against the one who taught him in the first place. Bayushi Kaori certainly wasn't to be underestimated, nor did he intend to do so. While he was proficient with swinging his sword, the man never had a taste for using such techniques. In such a short time could he rise to this occasion? They'd learn soon enough, every breath he took leaked anticipation. Now standing before who'd be his opponent, he'd place both hands together and bow. Despite his status it was a deep one, showing the woman respect as a fellow swordsman. \n\n\"It is an Honor to have come this far, and an even greater honor to show you the results of my unseen preparation.\" \n\nComing up from his bow, he turned to give one last look at Kame-sama before turning his complete attention back to Kaori. Any shivers of excitement or chilling pressure were now gone. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "Black eyes glittered with anger at the announcer's choice of words, but the Scorpion's unmasked face remained serene. The small woman was dressed in her finest, her garments embroidered with hydrangea blossoms, the Scorpion Mon clearly visible on her back. Her hair was braided back in the Crab fashion. \n\nKaori had advanced this far by sending her opponent a polite request to start with drawn swords. In the qualifying rounds her opponents had been willing, and she had bested them with the steel in her wrist and the speed of her footwork. But facing the daughter of Kakita had been a different challenge. She'd refused the offer, which was reasonable, but the contempt the messenger conveyed had irritated the little Scorpion. She'd anticipated the angle of cut and drawblocked before shooting past her opponent and marking her forever. No further words had been exchanged. The Kakita had been utterly inscrutable in her defeat. \n\nNow she was entering the ring against Yuto, and she was not requesting the drawn start. She had avoided his company as they drew closer in the brackets, watching him from afar. Yuto was a dangerous fighter, but Kaori was certain she had his measure. \n\n\"Have you indeed been training with two masters?\" She asked as she returned the bow, very nearly as respectfully. \"I didn't think you had it in you.\"\n\nHer right arm was bound to her chest beneath her kimono—a handicap when it came to a swift draw, since she could not grip the saya. As she circled, choosing her avenue of approach, she reached for her sheath with her left hand and pulled the katana from her obi. Moving with exaggerated care she lifted it to balance on her shoulder, then tilted her head to achieve a grip with her jaw against the smooth wood. The tassel swung back and forth, a distracting sight. Her black eyes were hooded, and her maimed cheek was turned towards the crowd where all could see the wicked smirk. \n\nThen her weight dropped as she chose her spot. \|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Stating the woman down, he was rather impressed at her display to come this far, and with a massive handicap no less. His eyes didn't shift for a moment from Kaoris, while many would belittle and shame the woman, in this moment she never stood taller. Yuto knew very well she'd require all of his effort. Having no interest in holding back, he'd capitalize off of his advantages. \n\n'I've always been besotted by your presence, you taught me how I could draw my sword most efficiently, but not even you can imagine the thoughts that plague me. The ruminations that conquer my mind and make my heart ache, before this tournament I battled them all...'\n\nThere was a moment where Yuto had shut his eyes, blackening the visuals and echos that replayed over and over. Reflecting back to when she first taught him her technique, without such a display he might not have been here. \n\n'I idolized your technique because it was different, because you were different. I used it, worshiped its practicality. That technique wasn't mine, and no matter how much I flock to it, the shadow you cast over me wasn't big enough to find refuge.\" \n\nOpening both eyes once more, his left hand placed onto the sheath, having the blade side face upward as he pulled the katana from his Obi. Just like Kaori he got into position, readying his draw. Now having the handle out in front of him instead of beside the waist, the draw would have cut out much movement and wouldn't rely on reaching across to grab it. The key to these draws wasn't speed, but cutting out unnecessary steps and adding finesse. \n\n'I thought long and hard, more than I should have to put this Technique together. My heart pounded, conflicted on whether or not this would work, but now not even the Kami can deter my faith.\" \n\nThe distance between them was rather odd, further than usual as the Bayushi sought to use his wingspan as an asset. With the extension of their Katanas the advantage fell to him, but that wasn't an assurance to victory. One knew that very well. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "She knew how Yuto felt. She wasn't blind. She might prance through life with the arrogance of a house cat but she could see as far as the next samurai. Her eyes narrowed and her weight shifted still more. He was going to fight to win. That was good. \n\nShe was quite proud of him. Part of her had feared his feelings would cause him to hold back. But his stance now, the implications of secret training... I just might make a Scorpion of you yet, Yuto-kun. Her lips peeled back in a wicked smile. \n\nPeople were watching. Their conversation could be heard by the first few ranks, and rumors would spread. If she wanted to win this in a way that seemed honorable she had to seem justifiably angered now. So she rolled her fingers and adjusted her weight, her left elbow pushing her wakizashi loose. By contrast the katana was still fully seated. \"It is a dangerous game to challenge your teacher, Rokugo-san,\" She said aloud. \"And to boast of secret techniques no less! Well, if you really think you have learned All My secrets then I shall hold nothing back!\"\n\nWith that she fell into the focus, and the rest of the world sloughed away. \n\nThe snow was pure and sweet, the cold a biting caress against her bare skin. She stood alone, the world far below, her enemy all but forgotten. The clean air filled her lungs with each breath, purging her body of evil humors. She was as fresh as a new-born child, as keen as winter's bite, as pure and singular as an icicle, sweeping to a deadly point.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "With her stance and position of the sword on her shoulder, there were few ways she could draw. While it was true she was forced to draw with an offhand she'd be disadvantaged, but how was she going to make the most of it? Yuto was going for a vertical cleave, judging by her stance she'd have been pursuing the opposite. Though that wasn't enough to rule out the other options, the Scorpion wasn't going to run himself paranoid, but he had to decide whether or not his deciphering was true or false. In the end it didn't matter what the Magistrate supposed, no matter what he'd execute his technique to perfection, ignoring all wavers of doubt or mountains of pain. \n\nThe world went blank, as only an empty void echoed a sound. A prolonged lub, followed by a sharper and higher pitched dup, this was the sound of his heartbeat! He entered into a deep inhale, gathering all the breath he could muster. Blocking out all sound the only thing he could hear was the pounding of his heart, being different from most Samurai he channeled his anger and used it to exert more strength. Unable to deny his nature, a flaw became an amazing power at his whim. \n\nIn this moment Bayushi Kaori wasn't his friend, nor his teacher, those feelings had been transformed into something else entirely. His eyes never averted one's gaze, yet they gleamed not at their comrade, but at their enemy. Soon not a smile nor an expression filled with emotion sat upon the mama face, all of it was poured into his draw. And in this moment? He was ready. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "How would this play out? Had he been watching her last match? She couldn't remember his face in the crowd. Did he think she would not repeat the same trick twice? \n\nOr was he ignoring her strategy in favor of the perfect cut, Kakita style? \n\nShe knew he was an explosive fighter. And with her handicap he was far faster. His blow would come with all his force and weight behind it. A man who would beat another man to death with his bare hands was not the sort to finesse a draw. Yuto would play to his strengths, she decided. But what angle would his blow come from? That would determine her own counter... \n\nHe'd chosen range, which would give her a fraction of a second longer to guess his angle of attack. Her hand slid up higher, away from the wakizashi. He hadn't fallen for the feint, she would need the distance... \n\nThe same trick as last fight would serve her best, save her other draws for the finals. He was doing a good job of presenting a neutral stance, her only edge came from knowledge and experience. \n\nGrab the saya, roof parry, keep your fingers clear... Then close and hit him as hard as you can with the saya. Let the crowd see the sword as a bokken, the classic Master handicap smacking down the student.\n\nShe was confident she could survive his first cut and close. But could she get a clean strike with the saya weighing her down?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "His finger had subtly popped the guard out of the saya, which would allow a clean draw when it was time. Which was now, upon the beat of his heart he exhaled, his hand upon the tsuka. All of his fingers excluding the index wrapped around the blade, as he kept the index off the handle. In this motion his hand holding the sheath pulled back, rather than drawing the sword Yuto had removed the sheath. In this motion, the man had stepped in taking advantage of the angle her body was. If she were forced to draw with the offhand with the saya between her shoulder and cheek, he'd invade her space. \n\nHis sword faced upward, a reverse blade draw, thus he was perfectly capable of going straight into a downward cleave with the maneuver of his wrist. He aimed for her shoulder, hoping his sword would infiltrate the space between them before hers could. The simple tactic of getting past your opponents guard, while the cut itself was simple Yuto had made preparations. Knowing very well this wasn't predictable, he put every ounce of strength into that right arm's downward strike. Continuing to exhale as if he were reaching failure in his body. \n\nHis movements were explosive as he cut out all unnecessary movement in this draw. Focusing more on practicality combined with raw power and speed than anything else. In a way, he treated this not as a duel, but a real fight where life and death could be decided with the swing of a sword. Though in this instance there was only Victory or Defeat... \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "Ancestors, he's really not holding back. \n\nKaori had plenty of time to shoot her hand past the guard of her sword and seize the saya, lifting it up as she ducked her head and lunged to the side with her left leg. But the blow smashed the saya back down against her neck and shoulder, wood chips flying as Yuto's scarred sword bit deep. She was staggered, despite the strength of her stance, but she was inside his guard now and her next move could decide all. \n\nIt was a strange position — she hadn't expected him to close so fast, she'd been forced to lunge sideways instead of in—but this could work to her advantage... Depending entirely on whether he bore in for a body check, or lifted his sword for another blow. Either way she was already spinning, trying to protect her wounded arm, bringing the hilt of her sword over her head so she could whip the sword out from behind her neck and attack from the flank. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "A smile creeped onto the man's lips as he executed his blow, expecting the smaller figure to not contest his strength head on. In her condition it'd be foolish, though what came next was a surprise. His blow connected, but not to the intended target, as she stepped out of the way. He dug into her saya as she made advances to get around his guard, opening her exposed shoulder. Could this have been it? The opening the Samurai sought? Instinctively he reacted, hoping to catch her in the restroke of his sword. \n\nBut there was a moment, a half second that brought hesitation. While she was wide open for an easy opportunity to strike, the man withheld. Yuto demanded victory playing to his strengths and overwhelming the opponent in uncontested skill, would exploiting her handicap be a satisfying victory? No, he'd keep to his roots and obtain victory that way. Though upon the realization of their positioning and timing, he'd try to step back. \n\nThe effort was futile as the Magistrate faltered in an indecisive moment. Being walloped at the side of the head by her Saya falling victim to Kaoris blow. Gritting his teeth as the smack made him flinch, he almost lost balance taking a few steps back. \"Shit!\" He responded as the strike surprised him. \n\nAnd just like that it was over, Yuto had been defeated by the woman who first taught him Iaijutsu, despite his weeks of preparation he still came nowhere near to crossing the gap of skill. Even though she was injured and using her offhand it ended in a quick swoop. Taking a breath he sheathed his katana, gripping the saya harder than usual. Keeping composure in a moment like this was hard, but he remained calm and gave a respectful bow. Though one could see the large man was visibly aching from inner turmoil. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "._ouroboros_", "message": "Her arm was exposed. If Yuto had chosen, he could have won right then and there. A flying knee or even a good punch would have dropped her screaming to the ground. But the ruthless aggression of his initial attack faltered. He was not a savage the way she was. \n\nHas he planned to attack the arm and lost his nerve? Had his desperate need for victory battled his natural restraint? Either way, she did not hesitate. Her grip was imbalanced, but she used her neck for leverage and whipped the sheathed sword around with all her might. The dull Thonk Of wood on skull echoed around the ring, a sound familiar to anyone whose sensei had been free with their bokken. Kaori's grip shifted as he staggered back, seizing the hilt now, her loosened saya sliding down the blade. But it was unnecessary. \n\nShe caught the saya on her foot and lifted it back up so she could sheathe the blade, then returned it to her obi before she returned the bow. \"Well done, Rokugo-san,\" She said softly, and then a little louder, \"But it seems I have more to teach you.\"\n\nA courtier would recognize the attempt to help Yuto save face. After all, despite handicaps, no one ever expected to overcome their teacher. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "And just as quick as it began, it was over. \n\nTwo Scorpions initiated in a duel, and while many figured the crippled woman would not be successful, the ferocity she showed throughout the tournament reappeared. \n\n\"The victor is Bayushi Kaori of the Scorpion Clan!\" \n\nMany people were either amazed or making murmurs, wondering if this was some ploy. The tactics were above board, even if blood was not spilled in the traditional fashion, the strike was true, and would have been serious if blade broke skin. \n\nThus, Bayushi Kaori would move on to the finals. \n\n\|\|" } ]	327.5	3,695
491.666667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko was dreading this bout, but she couldn't do anything about it. \n\nThere was no doubt in her mind that Atsuko would make it this far. The ronin was young, fast, and almost entirely unpredictable, moving with a style that was truly undefinable. There was no doubt in Chiyoko's mind that Atsuko would be a great samurai one day, and more likely than not, a better swordsman than herself. \n\nSome day. Today, today would not be that day. \n\nChiyoko kneeled at her starting place, awaiting her challenger and finding her center. She didn't have the means to combat Atsuko under normal circumstances; she watched Atsuko's bouts carefully, and she was furiously quick. She didn't fight like a Crane or a Dragon or anything in between. This would be a challenge. \n\nWhen Atsuko took her place, Chiyoko would stand to address her. \"Atsuko-san, my friend.\" She bowed to her fellow ronin, showing deep respect. \"I should have known it would be you that I face.\" She rose up and smiled. \"Thank you, for your friendship and your advice over these months. I want you to know that I have a lot more respect for you, fellow ronin, than any of these other duelists I've faced today. \n\n\"That said, I intend to defeat you today. I pray our friendship will survive the outcome.\" Chiyoko's eye turned determined and steely as she shifted into her _Kamae,_ and took her place. \n\n__Phase One, Intro: Begin!__\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "The tournament had gone better than expected, though it was difficult to say what Atsuko's expectations were going into the event. She had never put much stock into the practice of iaijutsu as an art form—ronin were scarcely given the chance to adjudicate legal disputes. More often than not if a member of the clans saw fit to challenge them to a duel, it was settled away from prying eyes where less-than-savory tactics could be employed. But her time Ryoko Owari Toshi proved to be the exception to that rule, as not only had she drawn officiated steel, but had been allowed to best one of the Kakita's very own in their tournament.\n\nThere was a satisfaction to be had in that much. The overmighty Crane were usually the sort in need of humbling. Victory in her next bout, however, could only ring hollow by comparison. It had been some time since the wave-woman had laid an eye on her opponent. A surprisingly tender moment was shared in the Dragon embassy, where she helped Chiyoko find her resolve to seize her life by the reins and direct it somewhere of true value: redemption. \n\nThere was little doubt in Atsuko's mind that the former Dragon had enrolled in the tournament in pursuit of that redemption. Perhaps she hoped that victory would lend credence to her cause, to show her family that she was a worthy scion once more. In the face of such grand ambitions, snubbing a particularly snub-worthy family for the sake of it seemed rather childish. \n\nBut she couldn't simply forfeit the match. That much would be an insult to her opponent more than anything. So the young warrior made her way into the arena, where her opponent knelt waiting. A bow was offered in kind as Chiyoko offered her the courtesy of kind words.\n\n\"You should have known it'd be us. I imagine our benefactors could not stomach the thought of two wanderers dominating the finals. Better to pit us against each other and save some face.\"\n\nHer inexperience was something of a liability in the match to come. She knew the basic principle behind Niten As a style well enough, of course, but knowing the opponent would use two blades to attack and defend in kind did little to inform the best way to triumph over it. She knew her strengths well enough—but knowing an opponent's strengths often made the difference in contests of skill.\n\n\"If that's what they want, though... Might as well give them a good show.\"\n\nThe young swordswoman settled into her stance, bracing her left hand against her scabbard as she slid the lacquered wood forward in her sash. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "\"You're not wrong, Atsuko-san. No one wants to see a ronin win this tournament.\" It was a shame; she didn't want to lose here. She _needed_ to win here. But she'd rather not duel someone she actually cared about. A good friend was hard to find, and she knew all too well how a duel could lead to hatred and more violence. She touched her patched eye as the memory returned. \n\nBut, it couldn't be helped. Atsuko made a good point. They should put on a good show for these people. \n\n\"You're right. Let us show them what we wave-women are capable of.\" \n\n \n\nChiyoko settled into her stance. She had no way of knowing what Atsuko's play would be, so the lost dragon settled for a stance she could rely on. _Dragon overlooks the lake._ A simple stance, but one that allowed the user to retreat, bolt, flank, or otherwise move as necessary. It was a weaker stance than most, but it was the safer option. \n\nAtsuko was fierce, and shorter than Chiyoko. To strike her, the ronin would need to maintain a lower stance. Smaller target, less margin for error. She could not beat her the way she defeated any of her other opponents. \n\nTaking a deep breath, she shifted her swords. Katana on the right, wakizashi on the left, and crossed her arms, hands hovering over the green-wrapped hilts.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "With her opponent's words, Atsuko's lone eye closed as she braced for the trial to come. There was nothing more to linger on: one of them would win, and one of them would lose. The consequences of their clash would be for the Atsuko of the future to sort out. In the moment, she was to be nothing more than a sword. The ronin allowed the anxiety that had balled itself into her stomach to escape her with a single, centering breath. Then, when the last of it had cleared her lips, her eye snapped open with a fiery glisten amidst its onyx hue. \n\nHer experience with the Empire's great dueling schools was relatively limited. She had always been more comfortable in the sort of frenzied swordplay that unfolded along the muddy banks of a spring road, or the crowded alleyways of an urban sprawl. The Mirumoto were a family famous enough for their technique, though. Every bushi who deigned to wield a blade knew of their propensity to bring both components of their daisho to bear against an opponent. It stood to reason that—if she meant to employ her family's hallmark technique in their duel—her opponent would use it to split her attention between two threats and capitalize on the disarray in her stance. \n\nOverwhelming offense seemed the obvious answer. If she threw herself at her foe with enough ferocity that Chiyoko was forced to bring both her blades to bear in defense, then it would limit her ability to leverage the advantage of two vectors of attack. But something about the way she settled herself caused Atsuko to pause. She seemed almost wary, adopting a reactive stance that the younger ronin could only imagine was meant to give her the broadest possible set of responses to their initial draw. \n\nIt was that realization that brought Atsuko from the torrent of possibilities to the very stage they stood on. They were not to engage in a heated battle to the death. Their bout was a simple match to first blood. If she could score a shallow strike on the opening draw, there would be no need for a hasty countermeasure to the legendary Niten-ryu. \n\nA second centering breath left Atsuko as she allowed the tension to melt from her shoulders. Though she continued to brace her sword against her hip, the young woman made no greater attempt to posture against her foe. It was a loose, easy stance, one meant to simultaneously allow for ease of movement while giving as little away as possible until the last moment. If Chiyoko meant to react to whatever strike she intended to throw, then Atsuko would endeavor to deny her the foresight necessary until the very last moment. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Just as she feared, Atsuko was hard to read. Her stance was unlike any other, truly the stance of a wave-woman. Being one herself, Chiyoko didn't dare underestimate the lack of formal training for ineptitude. Atsuko didnt' get to where she was in the tournament -or the city, for that matter- by being weak. And she defeated a Pheonix in a duel of great importance. Even if the Phoenix aren't especially known for their dueling, it'd be foolish to slouch now. \n\nShe _did_ notice that her own stance seemed to be unexpected to her opponent, which was good. When it came down to it, Atusko was surely faster on the draw. That much, Chiyoko knew. All she could hope now is that her defense she'd honed for years would be enough to win the day. \n\n__Phase Three: Mind Battle__ \n\nSo. _Dragon overlooks the lake._ The lake in front of her was small, really, and her opponent, the wolf that was the ronin, stood on the other side. The problem with lakes was, some were so vast that one could not see to the other side. Too many angles to choose from. And while she had found closer inner peace than ever, that didn't mean she was any closer to predicting the movements of others. \n\nThus, Chiyoko imagined her most chaotic battle. The one where she barely survived the fray, when technique was unavailable and she attacked like her life depended on it. That was the ronin way. \n\nShe predicted, from her own thoughts, Atusko coming right at her, but only to come around to the side with her blazing speed. Surely Atsuko-san was swift enough to change the momentum, and go for Chiyoko's blindspot. If that was the case, Chiyoko may just have a ways of defeating her: If Fortunes shined on her, she could deflect the incoming blow with her katana, staying low, and draw her wakizashi to jab into the stomach of Atsuko. Just enough to break skin, that was all that was required. It wouldn't be pretty, nor elegant, but it might just work. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "There was a palpable tension in the air as the time to draw began. Atsuko had often heard it described as the calm before the storm: a state of heightened awareness that was intoxicating to those who made careers of dressing up the act of cutting down another. She had never much enjoyed it herself. The uncertainty, the nerves... Perhaps it was an acquired taste for those who lived otherwise peaceful and uneventful lives. A rare rush amidst the bland comforts of the privileged. \n\nAtsuko was no career duelist. She did not have the benefit of generations of teachings and techniques. Chiyoko might have wandered the Empire as a masterless warrior, but she was not born to such a life. She had a lifetime of orthodoxy drilled into her before being cast out into the waves. Trying to match her in technical matters was likely a fool's errand. No, if there was an advantage to be leveraged over the older ronin, it was leveraging the unorthodox. The techniques passed by word-of-mouth and honed with personal experience.\n\nIn the fraught few moments before their clash, she considered how best to approach the situation. Her opponent had assumed a defensive stance that committed in no particular direction over another. It was clear enough that she intended to react to whatever it was Atsuko intended to do—banking on her ability to counter faster than the incoming strike. It was not the first time she had experienced such a tactic. The Phoenix ambassador had done something similar in their bout. The answer to such a tactic was immediately obvious: trick her into responding to a strike that would never come.\n\nIn her mind's eye, she saw it unfold. Her left hand braced on her scabbard, her right on the hilt. In the split second that followed the judge's bellow to begin, she twisted the blade in her sash and pulled hard. One hand propelled the lacquered wood in her sash backward while the other slid it forward into what looked to be a typical draw cut. In such a position, it was hard to generate enough force to hew through flesh or bone, but that was never the objective of the tournament in the first place. Her cut lashed out like a steel viper, aiming to just barely nick her opponent's abdomen with a wide, single-handed horizontal stroke. \n\nOr so she hoped Chiyoko would believe. She needed the senior wave-woman to believe it. To commit to defending against an almost amateurish blow in the moments it took her steel to clear her scabbard and whip forward. Her arm folded inwards as the blade whistled forward, her wrist twisting such that the blade ended with its edge skywards, its tip pointed towards Chiyoko's chest thanks to their difference in height. Her off-hand rushed forward to brace against the pommel of her well-loved blade, and with all the force her legs could muster, she lunged forward with her true intention: a lightning-quick thrust to bring the match to a conclusion before any bystanders even knew what had happened. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "__Phase 4: Draw!__\n\nJust as she feared, there was no standard to rely on when it came to Atusko. The mind's eye gave Chiyoko many ideas, hence her lake stance, but that didn't help things. Atsuko had her outpaced in speed, she knew it. That quickdraw would come out at breakneck speed, so Chiyoko couldn't afford to make any adjustments. She had one shot at this. One block, one slash. \n\nAnd so, there was the impasse, all in Chiyoko's own head. She controlled her breathing, and relaxed. Atusko was an honorable woman, and a friend. To lose to her would be a great hindrance to Chiyoko's quest, but it would not be a defeat that would lead to hate or anger. Losing to someone like Atsuko... She could respect it. Their friendship would survive it. But, it would be a great disservice to Atsuko and all ronin like her not to give it her all. \n\nThus, when the faintest movement of blade leaving sheathe came from Atsuko, Chiyoko made her move. She stepped backwards instead of forward, taking into consideration the better speed of the agile Atsuko, and drew her blades as one. It was all up to her discipline and countering to take the win. \n\n\|\| Defense 5 and Dual Emphasis in Katana and Wakizashi are what's really coming into play with this one. If Chiyoko is able to see the feint, she may just be able to counter. Ambidexterity strength helps with having the hand-eye coordination to perform the block with either blade, and reposition a blade to strike Atsuko if needed. Her Iaijutsu is lower, but maybe the Assessment emphasis makes the feint more apparent? Either way, stinky ronin team wins, so" }, { "author": "asurasura", "message": "With her plan laid out within her mind's eye, there was little for Atsuko to do but wait. To Endure. The tension in her body was like the pressure of a mighty river, building up against a dam of increasingly thin self-control. When the dam finally breached, all the ferocity of the river beyond would flood forward in an instant and bring the match to a close. In the face of such ferocity, she could only hope her opponent had the strength to withstand the flood to come.\n\nThen the judge's call came and she was already in motion. Her scabbard shot backward with such force it might have just slid from her obi were it worn any looser. The sword, loosed from its home, lashed out in a flash of gleaming steel as it hurdled towards her opponent's side. The well-honed blade was only in motion for a fraction of a second before she unleashed her ruse, however—just long enough for an exceptional warrior to catch its arc and prepare a parry. But her wrist twisted hard and fast before it could reach its apex, and rather than slicing Chiyoko's side, it flew skyward.\n\nBy the time her palm braced on the back of her sword to unleash her stroke, Atsuko's eye caught her opponent's motion: she had backpedaled away in the hopes of receiving the coming strike. The lunge would prove essential after all. All she needed to do was drive the leveled tip of her blade. Drive it Through Her opponent. Then it would be over.\n\nAnd in that moment of realization, Atsuko recognized that she had erred. She did not Want To drive through Chiyoko. Her swordplay had always been aggressive. It was the sole means through which she lived. The lone tool in her arsenal to ensure she survived her struggle to the top. It was not the practiced, elegant stroke of the Kakita who so arrogantly proclaimed dominion over life and death at the tip of their blade, nor was it the gentle caress of the few Ide who solemnly embraced iaijutsu as a means of conflict dispute. It was the river, bursting through the dam and washing away all in its path. \n\nAnd the person standing before it was a friend.\n\nWere it some haughty Lion or smug Scorpion, she might have pressed onward without hesitation. Struck with all the might she had and pierce through them like so much rice paper in the face of a tempest. But the thought of what could have been—the fallout of Chiyoko not reacting to her feint in time—nearly stayed her hand. The lightning-quick thrust meant to secure her domination faltered in the space between heartbeats. The diminutive ronin instead whipped her sword back around in a wide, horizontal arc towards her opponent's forearm before she even committed to her initial blow." }, { "author": "the_lawman", "message": "Chiyoko's reading seemed accurate. The slash was coming, crazy quick and just as expected. Chiyoko's blades slipped the sheaths as fast as she could muster, ready to reach out and deflect Atsuko's katana. \n\nBut then, the stance changed. Just as fast as Atsuko had cleared and seemingly commited to the slash, she was manuevering into another technique, a lunge that Chiyoko wasn't going to be fast enough to defend. Despite this, the ronin tried to meet the blade, otherwise she might just-\n\nWait, that lunge could... Was Atsuko... \n\nChiyoko took her eye off Atsuko's katana long enough to meet her friend's. She was ready to strike, but she looked just as shocked at the realization as she was. She was going at this like a duel to the death. The way any wave-woman forced to survive might. Chiyoko didn't even bother being insulted. That fact Atsuko felt she needed to go to kill was a compliment, in a morbid way. \n\n_'I will need to thank her for sparing my life today,'_ Chiyoko thought. \n\nAtsuko's reposition to not lethally wound Chiyoko was just enough of a change to give Chiyoko time to defend. She could feel her wakizashi groan from the meeting of metal on metal, but she couldn't quit yet. She nearly fell over entirely to defend the blow, so with near hyperextension, Chiyoko thrust her katan forward as well, just enough to glance Atsuko in the side. The barest amount of blood would splurt, but just enough to end this duel. \n\n\"Hold!\" The judge raised his hand, and chopped it down towards Chiyoko. \"The winner of this duel is Chiyoko-san, Ronin!\" \n\nThere was no fanfare from the Crane that amassed, a few murmurs and ponderous comments from those that remained, not all that interested in two ronin dueling. Only those that understood how close and dangerous this duel actually was were in awe, and gave a modicum of praise. \n\nChiyoko was breathing heavily, sweat rolling down her forehead. She ended up falling back onto her butt, and awkwardly got up. \"Atsuko-san...\" She found her breath, and bowed deeply to her friend. \"I'm honored for what you've done. Thank you for your restraint.\" She would offer the rather unorthodox handshake that the Unicorn were keen on, to further express her respect. \"And thank the Fortunes that you're my friend, and not my enemy. I wouldn't stand a chance otherwise.\" \n\n\|\|" } ]	550	4,425
305.257143	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto had been quite busy since her surprise patients. There were medications to refill, potions to make, new research to complete, gardens to explore, and a bevy of patients to deal with. She had managed to clean up the mess, though there was little sign it had stuck. The table above her bed was still covered in a jumbled mass of papers, scrolls, and books. Her workstation remained pristine across from her desk, a bastion of simplicity amongst the chaos. Before the door was still a strange, dark gouging in the wood with suspicious stains around. She had not yet figured out how to remove them without destroying the floor. Perhaps an acid. She shrugged and turned away from the stain.\n\nKota had been most helpful in their presence for the niceties had been observed. She sighed as she settled into her repose next to her desk. A fresh pot of her revitalizing herbal blend steamed from its spot on the cramped desktop. She poured herself a cup with a soft smile.\n\nAs she sipped the tea, one hand reached out to stroke a notebook at the top of a stack. It was a clean copy of Kobe's notes on her observations of the poisons she had tested. A low maniacal giggle burst forth from her as she fell back against the hard wall. She stood and bounced over to the cabinet maze and spoke as she stroked the wood drawers lovingly, \"Oh, the making of antidotes and all those drugs be going smoothly with all the lovely, lovely poisons.\" She drew open a drawer to drool over the contents. A scattering of petals adorned the bottom. \"Oh. Be needing more.\" She looked at the other drawers. \"What else?\"\n\nKokuto returned to the desk and retrieved a notebook bound with white ribbon. She flipped to a blank page and began to note down which drawers were low. Surely she would be able to finish the list to replenish this time.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "This was Yutos first time ever actually coming to the Dragons embassy. He had escorted a few newcomers before, but never did the man step foot into their domain. Now he was here and for various reasons, mostly medical, but he had been wanting to see the dragon for a few things. Coming to their gates he was stopped by the guards, of course, anyone would be weary of a Scorpion but they were more polite than most. Yuto hoped they wouldn't mind if he just... \n\n\"KOOOOOKUUUUTOOOO-SAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!\" He said calmly. \n\nFor such an injured-looking man, his energy was pretty relaxed and loose. Bandages covered his eye, his arm in a cast, and beneath the clothes were more wrappings. Yuto had healed enough to be on his feet again, but getting a professional to look at him was important, now he had one." }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "The little alchemist had managed to make good work on her replenishment list when she paused for a moment. \"Did you be hearing that?\" She asked of the empty room. Silence was her answer. She tilted her head to the side and kept opening drawers and writing in the notebook.\n\nA few moments later, a servant knocked then entered. \"Yakuzaishi-sama, there is a man calling your name at the gates. He looks injured,\" The soft voice interrupted her. Kokuto sighed, maneuvered back to the open area around desk and work table, and placed brush and notebook back on the desk. \"Best bring this way,\" She indicated the outside wall. The servant bowed and left. They would return several moments later, having led Yuto through the complex and indicated a door; it looked much like any other door facing the exterior, except for the profusion of plants that spilled out into the garden. Flowering plants, green leaves hiding innocent looking berries, a thorny bramble vine with white flowers and shiny drupelets, all growing with just enough room to move about between them. \n\nThe cramped feeling continued into the room beyond. Kokuto was once more seated at the desk, a notebook with blue ribbon set before her. She looked up, gestured to the cushion the servant placed in the only clear space in the room, and bowed her head slightly. \"Please, be seating yourself and telling this one what brings you this day,\" She said in a slow rhythmic tone that mimicked the prayers to the spirits, one hand resting close to a plain bottle and a packet of seeds between her notebook and the ink and brush.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "He would have followed the escorts into the embassy. Being distracted by the various sights and unique of the estate. Yuto had never been within their walls, this was very much a new experience. Despite this, he didn't feel threatened or on guard, Even though he was here to confer with whomever he could. For Yuto this was a chance to heal and open an opportunity. A soft smile appeared over his face, growing brighter as he finally met with the Apothecary. \n\n\"Thank you for seeing me Kokuto-san!\" He obeyed her command and sat down, taking a slow gleam of the room. Shifting his stare back to her, the Scorpion would speak once more. \"I was hoping you could look at my injuries, I believe you had offered back when we met in the Gardens. Figured I could take you up on your offer. How have you been since we last spoke? You didn't get poison from that plant and die did you?\" \n\nHe asked despite her clearly being alive and in front of him. The Magistrate appreciated nature, so the dragon's specialty in understanding it was fascinating. \"So anyway I was hoping you could take a look at me! I've got a cut on my face, a black eye, a sprained leg, some broken ribs, I think I pulled a muscle in my back, oh and I hit my head pretty hard! So hard I shattered my Mempo! Then I got nicked a few times on my arm, pretty sure I dislocated my shoulder. Oh! I also think I broke my arm but I don't know I figured I should let you look.\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "At first, the casual familiarity pricked at Kokuto. While she was not one for social niceties, the fact that this random person showed up to call her by her given name with such impunity and had the gall to be such a *GIANT* Had her back up. She had swelled with righteous indignation, thought briefly about throwing the bottle of sake at this brute despite the purpose it served in being an emergency offering to the spirits, and was on the verge of letting loose a tirade of disrespectful patients that should know their place when something he said finally penatrated.\n\nOffer? Garden? Garden. An offer in a garden? An offer in a garden. *Ooohhhh.\n\nThe thin fingered stained hand inched away from the offering upon her desk slowly. \"Ah, Saru-san. Been wondering when you be getting here.\" She totally didn't forget from the distraction of all the poisons and the opportunity to taste them and make notes. Nope, totally did Not* Forget. As he asked about her dying, she answered with a small smile, \"Yes indeed. It was only a little death, though.\" That last poison had cut it a bit close, though thankfully she carried both a purge everywhere she went and a selection of common antidotes. She had only suffered the after effects for a few measly hours.\n\nShe eyed him as he narrated his injuries. \|\|Medicine 6, Observant\|\| She knew most patients had a poor understanding of their own bodies. As he continued the litany, she stepped around to stand next to him. \"Let us be seeing, then,\" She said and indicated he should remove his garments from the waist up. She was not above stripping a patient herself, but that was usually reserved for those unaware of their surroundings or lost in fever of which Yuto was neither." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Tilting his head, Yuto found himself confused. Why does she look upset and feral? Then it hit him when she spoke his name! Could she have forgotten who he was? No, maybe this was her first time seeing the scorpion without the mask. That couldn't have been it either, they met in a restaurant and ate together! Maybe his face was so pummeled she just didn't recognize him, it couldn't have been that bad! \n\n\"Hehehe, you didn't recognize me did you? That's okay, you're only the first person.\" He just, of course, chuckling at the joke he made. Now there was another matter, taking off his clothes... Yuto certainly wasn't comfortable, especially since he wasn't seeing a Scorpion Apothecary. He'd just have to suck it up. \"Uhhh, alright! Though I think I gave you the gist.\" \n\nYuto was no expert, but he knew the basics and how to assess injuries. \|\| Medicine 1 Air - Awareness \|\| However Kokuto would likely do a better job. Thus he took off his Haori, and only the outer coat. Clearly, he was still uncomfortable. \"Alright! Now you have a good look!\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "\"All the way,\" Kokuto instructed as she removed the inner kimono as well with care and a gentle hand in regards to shoulder and broken arm. The first order of business was assessing the dislocated joint. She grabbed his upper arm in one hand and set the other to feeling the muscles and bones at the joint as she manipulated the arm. \"So, a healer is being used to the nakedness of flesh outside of bathhouses, and is needing to be seeing the whole of the injuries to make assessments and do you think one should use a horse hair fude or sheep's hair?\" She waited until she felt the subconscious relaxing from the shock or confusion of topic change and snatched his arm back into place with an efficient little move. \|\|Medicine 6, Water 5\|\| It was not what her fellow practitioner would have done, but she was also apothecary and not doctor even if she had studied at both.\n\nThe little alchemist turned her attention to the forearm. This would be more tricky. Fingers delicately prodded the skin around where she suspected the break to be and paid close attention to his reactions. \"Who be the physician to be seeing to the break?\" She asked nonchalantly to help distract him from the painful relief of his shoulder and the prodding pain of her questing fingers." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Yuto was no stranger to pain, however, he was never prepared to strip before anyone. A scorpion felt unease with the fewer layers worn, this was one of those times. Always on guard despite the peaceful environment. When the snap came, Yuto let out a minor grunt, gritting his teeth as the shoulder was relocated. A breath of relief soon came, distracted by the lingering thoughts on this process. He figured Shugenja healed differently. \n\nWhen the dragon inquired about a healer, he tilted his head, confused by the question. \"I didn't break it, all I did was wrap it to keep it in place. Figured it'd heal with time but the pain hasn't gone anywhere.\" Judging by how she asked that question, Kokuto wasn't going to... No it wouldn't be like that. \n\n\"Anyway! I figured you'd just... You know.\" With his other hand Yuto gestured toward the dragon, twiddling his fingers at her. As if to express she'd use some Shugenja magic and make it all better. Yuto didn't know how that worked." }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "The quiet and efficient Kota had been around Kokuto enough by now to know her mind well enough for this. An armrest was slid under the broken forearm as fingers continued to manipulate it. She entreated him to rest there for but just a moment. \"Saru-san, what kind of healing do you expect to happen with such carelessness?\" She asked slowly, almost cautiously. His wrist was manipulated and rotated to her satisfaction as she prodded his arm. \n\nKokuto leaned forward, a truly awkward distance for any but lovers or family. Her fingers paused, hand laid flat on the arm as she waited for an answer. A wooden dowel appeared before his mouth with a slight waver from the hand that held it; the silent servant had a fear of most samurai. \"You will be wanting to bite onto that,\" Kokuto murmured softly, her dark eyes serious, the fine lines around them only seen because of the little distance between them. She had every intention of staying there until the wooden rod was fixed between his teeth. Couldn't have him biting something in his mouth inadvertently.\n\nIt was only once he had bitten down that she leaned back with a sigh; all of her weight focused upon the hand flat against his arm. The fragile snap of a barely but badly healed broken bone reverberated through her own arms. \"The spirits that come to the healing of the body heal as is. They are not knowing the human body above another any more than they are knowing the language you speak. If this one would be calling them to heal the harm done to you, healing you as you were they would be doing with gladness.\" She bound his arm to the rest with a board atop it. It was rather awkward were the intention for him to leave like that, but it did excellent to keep the bones from moving once she had set them. She moved to gather a few things from other parts of the room." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "He shook his head, a smug expression came over him, especially after the dragon spoke. Snickering his tongue, the scorpion waved a finger as he went on to correct the woman. \"You underestimate me Kokuto-san, I'm not careless! I wrapped the arm carefully!\" He spoke as if he just dropped ground-breaking information to the dragon. Yuto was by no means an idiot, he was simply a stubborn man who believed himself invincible, whom possessed no medical knowledge. \n\nOf course, it was then he found a wooden rod in his mouth, confusing the Scorpion. Tilting his head, he gave the apothecary a concerned look. What was she about to do? It was then he realized what she was doing, as the pain tore through the Magistrate's body. A grunt was sheltered beneath his teeth as she broke the arm, it may have been a scream if he weren't biting down on the rod. His eyes watered but no tears fell, forcing them back in to maintain face. \n\n'C'mon Saru-San! You're a manly man!' He thought to himself. \n\nHe spat the rod out into his available arm, placing it on the table grumpily. Staring at the arm-breaking medic with a betrayed look. \"You could've told me you were going to break it!\" He pouted, clearly upset. \"If I knew you were gonna break my arm I would've brought crackers to munch on, that wood taste like... Wood.\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto only gave him a bland look as response to his earth shattering revelation that he wrapped the arm tightly before she continued. Setting the bone was child's play to her, and she had given it the same amount of attention. When she returned, she had a funny looking fude, a container of seemingly plain water, and several herbs. She gave instruction to Kota to grind two different pastes out of the herbs. \"If being told it was to be broken again, you would have tensed. And of course wood be tasting like wood! Tasting of what else would it be?\" She frowned at him in a slight confusion. Perhaps the damage was also to his head. Oh well, nothing they can do about that.\n\n\"This one is not giving you the medicine to block the pain because you will not be needing it long. If you were not needing the healing with the spirits, taking the long road you would be doing with the killing of pain and numbing of senses.\" She spoke as she smeared the pastes on Yuto's wounds. It was not absolutely necessary to show the spirits what and where to heal the way she was, but it helped when she had the time. Plus, the spirits ate it up when she treated a normal invocation as a ritual. They did so loved to be made much of. The strange fude was dipped into the water and as she wrote incomprehensible letters around the pasted skin, it became clear the fude was made from yet more herbs. The water had an oily feel as it clung to the skin instead of rolling off." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "The dragons bland expression and silence were ignored, seeing as Yuto was more interested in watching what they were doing. While he had some medical experience, it was nothing on this level, a natural curiosity swelled within the Scorpion. He wondered if the dragon had found work, perhaps among the other clans or establishments within the city. The Magistrate was here to discuss several matters, this seemed to be a strong opportunity. \n\n\"Well, numbing is nice but I'd like to be healed soon as possible. Lot of duties to attend to, I suppose you're quite busy yourself. Do you get a lot of visitors here or work at another location?\" \n\nFiguring it was best to throw the question up, he didn't want to proceed into any details too quickly. Learning more of the dragon was key, he didn't know much of Kokuto, besides their dinner and strange garden encounter. \"Have you met others with your expertise? Outside of Kuni-san.\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "There was some good-natured grumbling about him being like fire, impatient to move things along and how that was why the fire kami made poor healing spirits. Something about kids always being so eager to get back out and play the games that led to the hurt in the first place followed. \"Visitors here, this one be visitor. Only finished unpacking few days ago. Already the floor is burned,\" She grumbled with a darting glance to where acid blood had been cleaned from. One or two boards had been bad enough they had needed replacing, so the stain was broken in the middle by planks as yet unstained by age and wear.\n\nShe gestured for silence for a moment as her focus turned inward to that place where the spirits were heard. The low, flowing words sounded like a monk's chants over a shallow creek, at least that's what she had been told. To her, it sounded like a normal voice.\n\n\"I call to the spirits of the flowing waters of life,\nThose spirits that all life comes from and all life must return,\nHarken to the call of this your servant.\nAs direction is given by oil and leaf so shall it be taken\nTo speed the body along to good health and whole self,\nTo Regrow the Wounds of harm and hurt.\"\n\nHer eyes had closed as she chanted in that other language that only priests and spirit speakers are taught. A small smile grew as she felt the slow tide of Water turn to lap and flow over Yuto's wounds. Like footprints in the sand disappearing as the tide came it, the wounds would heal as the spirits followed Kokuto's direction. She watched with a critical eye as she answered his question, \"Others? A few. Some of the healers of the Dragon sent to the city in recent times. Not more. The running of hither and thither has been a delaying factor to the meeting of other associates. This one has given medications through clansmen, though.\"" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Yuto bobbed his head side to side slowly, like a child that didn't know what else to do, trying to entertain themselves as they waited. His eyes peered to the floor where she glanced, she burned her floor? Kokuto moved quick, bouncing between task, it was hard to focus until she was ready to give the prayer. Calling upon the Kami was always something he fascinated by, learning more about them was probably important, especially with the offer he had to pitch. Currently, Yuto wasn't a very good leader, that would have to change. His spirituality was something the Magistrate neglected, if he were to grab at more power, this was one of the first steps. \n\nWatching the spell function was an unreal experience, part of him wished he were a Shugenja. If he was, he'd have been a one-man clan in the city, however, the Kami would never reach him. \"You have my gratitude, Kokuto-san. You deserve more opportunities to display your talents and meet those alike yourself. I've been putting something together if it interests you.\" \n\nNow was a better time than ever to ask, seeing as they were on the topic. \"You could help a lot of people in this city. Unless you only warrant your talents to your clan and that of friends, which I hope we are considered.\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "The little alchemist waited until the spirits had done their work before moving her attention to other things. She smiled as Yuto thanked her, though the smile did not reach as far as it had before. Her left hand reached out to grab at a selection of herbs left beside her without seeing. She stuffed them in her mouth and chewed methodically as she unwrapped his arm. \"Being careful for the next few days you should be doing. Easy to rebreak what has been healed so quickly,\" She said to him through the mouthful of plants.\n\nOne hand waved away the flattery. She was never the one to accept honeyed words, especially from those that presumed to be overly familiar. Ah, well. She couldn't ask for much when she couldn't be bothered to remember someone's name. She gave a lightly dismissive shrug to her own thoughts as Yuto continued on. Oops, still talking. Best pay attention, stupid girl. She frowned at the mention of helping a lot. \"This one refuses none that can offer the price of services rendered,\" She said airily. She did not mention what the price was. \"Even the burakumin,\" The sharp look and hard tone suggested that if he found a problem with that, it was something he would have to deal with on his own. \n\nYuto lost her attention as she wandered into the thought of what people had paid for those services. From money to high value goods to snippets of information. She remembered one village where a plague had torn through the children; the village elder had thrown himself on her mercy as she passed by on her way to hunt some rare medicinal herbs known to grow in the region.\n\nShe chuckled to herself as she remembered the look on his face when she told him she would take what he had offered when she finished treating the remaining children. He expected her to decimate their food supply; she only wanted the weeds from their gardens. She snapped back to the here and now. \"Concerning this is to you why?\" She asked him, intrigued by his answer. Scorpions were not known for their altruism; she was interested in how he would answer." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "He nodded when she recommended to be careful, Yuto knew not to underestimate a doctor's suggestion, even though for days he had ignored them. Once she finished wrapping the arm, he tested just how much motion he had, making sure not to go outside of it. He somewhat chuckled at her casual manners, eating and speaking with herbs in her mouth. Now that his arm was fixed he could address another problem with her, but first came the offer Yuto was going to make. \n\nHowever, when she brought up the Burakumin, Kokuto would notice the young man's face brighten. Yuto was vastly different from a traditional scorpion, and that was more than just his appearance. He wasn't against charity and hospitality, these concepts were not distasteful by any means. Before she'd have been able to utter another word or make an impact on him with the sharp glance and tone she threw, he shouted: \n\n\"THAT MAKES YOU PERFECT!\" \n\nHe'd have stood up, getting real close to the Apothecary. The man immediately dug his free hand into his kimono, struggling to grab at documents he carried. This was until he pulled out a copy of a few letters: showing her the coming project. \n\n\"The plan is to dedicate a temple that'll serve as a clinic and bathhouse, open for all. I've been searching for Shugenja and those with relative skill to help us back the project! I can go into more detail of you want to join in! You'd be a great asset!\"\n\nHis eyes widened in surprise at Kokuto's tumble, but he was still invigorated and excited towards the task at hand. Yuto was passionate about pursuing his ideas, the Magistrate was broadening his creativity and opportunities. Building relations with the dragon was indeed one of them. As she readjusted herself to be seated on the floor, Yuto bent down seating himself before the apothecary to see her reaction and impressions. \n\n\"Saru-san be having the many plans that do the intrigue, he also be having WA!-san If she wish it.\" \n\nHe smiled, tilting his head to the side before releasing a chuckle. After a moment he stood back up, offering an assisting hand to the Apothecary. Even though Yuto was injured, he was more than strong enough to pull her off the floor. \n\n\"The meeting is in a week and I plan to send one of my own Shugenja to help discuss the project. Backing from someone like yourself would really influence the success of this endeavor. I figured you love what you do, with this you'll be able to have many resources at your disposal, and help everyone.\" Yuto spoke with a kind energy. \|\| Etiquette 4 - Sincerity \|\| To him and the Scorpion this idea was a step in the right direction, for the Dragon it brought more opportunities. \n\n\"You'll also have the opportunity to meet others like yourself, figured it's a win-win situation if we can see this through. What do you say? Making the city a better place is never a bad idea.\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto was beyond annoyed at his parody of herself. There was a flash of it on her face before she hid behind the mask of the stoic doctor. He had seated himself only to stand again, with a hand offered to her. She swiftly brushed the hand away. What need had she of rising only to stand about uselessly? She was not so old that she needed help to stand.\n\nHis words helps soothed the sting his actions caused. The idea Did Appeal to her, and he made his case well enough. She was not by any definition greedy, but she knew how to best maneuver capital gains to suit her needs. \|\|Commerce 3\|\| He was right that this would be a good opportunity. She leveled a calm look at him from the floor. \"You may be counting me in. When?\" She said sagely, while she removed a small journal from the folds of her clothes. This one had a dark ribbon from it, tucked quickly out of sight. With a deft hand, she wrote something quickly, then looked back to him expectantly." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Pouting at her refusal to simply take his hand, Yuto only wanted to help! Weren't dragons supposed to be nice? Well, he was a Scorpion, thus he had no other expectations of treatment. Shortly after he grew even more excited as she agreed to the planned endeavor, there was much to discuss! Bending back down so he didn't have to strain his neck or speak louder, he went into more detail. \n\n\"You're okay with a little diplomacy yeah? Figured I have my own Shugenja to push this forward, hopefully, I can link you two up to discuss an angle before the meeting. I'd do it myself but I've got a lot on my plate, it's more fitting for those who can speak to the Kami to do it!\" \n\nBobbing his head side to side, the Magistrate was like that of a child, moving not knowing what to do with himself. Yuto stated as she took out a journal and began writing, to which he casually asked: \"What're you writing? Oh! I was also wondering if you'd be up for another visit to our Garden. I appointed a new overseer, but she has a poor condition. Perhaps you'd like to take a look at them?\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto stared at Yuto evenly as he pouted. She did not have to stare long as he got the hint and bent back down. She had no desire to stand, much less stand and crane her neck to look at him. Beastly man. Who has any right to grow that tall? A small shake of her head dispelled the thoughts as she focused her attention on his words.\n\n\"Diplomacy is necessary in all walks of life,\" She confidently stated with what she thought was not one bit of malice \|\|Courtier 0, dislikes having to be polite\|\|. She nodded her head in agreement to his suggestion of an introduction, though the idea that he had a lot on his plate caused her to raise one eyebrow in delicate doubt.\n\nShe bit her lips together to avoid embarrassing him with her response to his prying. \"In the course of working, much that is time sensitive is what I be doing. Writing down appointments helps the planning of such sensitivity,\" She avoided telling him about how she could and would forget if she did not write down such things. The notebook was filled with shorthand notes, dates and times next to them to show that they were meetings or deadlines of one form or another. She made no secret of what she was writing, though it was clear after one look that it would only make sense to her or someone that knew her mind intimately. \"Accepting new patients always this one is doing,\" She said with an idle wave of her hand, though there was a slight tremor that accompanied the gleam of excitement at returning to the gardens. She had not yet trimmed clippings from all of the plants; some would do better with summer, fall, or even winter clippings to create new plants." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "The more time he spent around this Apothecary the more confident Yuto became in his decision. While her skills in diplomacy could be questionable, her passions and skills couldn't be denied. That's all the Magistrate needed to bring her into the fold, connecting her to his own contact will be of utmost importance. There were more briefings to be done in time for the meeting, showing up without a plan certainly wouldn't do well in delivering their case. \n\n\"Tansaku no Yogo Kiyo, is my contact who you'll be attending this meeting with. Before long I'd like to connect you both to go over strategy and of course the specifications for how the temple will be remodeled and used. You both possess many of the same skills, so I'm hoping you'll get along to make this endeavor work.\" \n\nHe smiled at her again. Now that he thought about it—both Kokuto and Kiyo were weirdos, did unique individuals get along? Placing a finger on his chin he looked up, not bothering to hide the fact he was deep in thought in front of the dragon. His attention was pulled back down as she answered the questions about her writing. \n\n\"Well, if we can get this plan to succeed, all those in need of your talents will know where to seek your help. Including those unable to schedule appointments through letters. It gladdens me that you take to this idea.\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "\"Yogo, Kiyo,\" Kokuto muttered slowly to herself as she wrote it down. With her luck, she was bound to forget it. Without a face and personality to match with a nickname that would stick, that would be disastrous for her. She already had enough bad things going on, no need to add to them. She scrunched up her face in distaste at the thought.\n\nWhile he wandered in his own thoughts, Kokuto had the time to wonder what they were. She did not overly concern herself with it but patiently waited for his self to return to his body and the present time. \"It is good that they will be knowing. By word of mouth this one has been operating upon. Sufficient for the moment, but,\" She trailed off as one hand gestured at the admittedly cramped room. \"This one was expected. The collection was not,\" She gave a rueful smile.\n\nKokuto would be the first to admit that she had gotten a bit carried away over the last few years. Some of the clippings she had dragged from court to court could have easily been sourced there, but she had a hard time believing any would husband their herbs properly. It was the solvents and other less easily cultivated parts of her potions and unguents that had stayed in short supply. Heavy to carry, hard to find, even harder to properly use in the field. She kept them in the courts she had been stationed in and moved them only when necessary. It was a collection of a lifetime, and it showed. The cabinets of small drawers made a maze to the inner door, one that was tall but narrow - a person of Yuto's stature would find it cramped despite the height. The maze was definitely arranged with the slight alchemist in mind, complete with a little moveable ladder that looked more at home in a library. She would be delighted to be able to have a bit more elbow room. Maybe even work on several potions at once, if she could get the room for several tables with the oh-so-valuable glasswares. She chuckled at the thought of the experiments she could do with a bit more room." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Taking a look around the room they were in, Yuto noticed it was cramped. Usually in the hospitality of others, he let his judgment wash away. The man had been used to his height and broad stature making the interiors of structures quite uncomfortable. Luckily the Shosuro Palace was a grand monument that offered more room, so he had his chance to stretch. There weren't many opportunities to visit others, none trusted a Scorpion in the confines of their embassy. Kokuto seemed rather in her energy, not bothered by Yuto, that or the woman was good at hiding it. It allowed him to give an appreciating smile. \n\n\"The copies of those letters I showed you are yours by the way. Suppose I ought to extend the gratitude for fixing up my arm. I'm a bit achy but I should be alright.\" \n\nRubbing his chin even more, the Scorpion did need to think of something. Here he was asking the dragon for help with various matters, but he had not been giving! While most courtiers would simply accept the assistance not having to repay, Yuto had a sense of honor! \"Now that I'm thinking about it, you'll have to forgive me. I have not brought you a gift, I'll have to gift one to you the next opportunity I have. Before that though..\" \n\nHe figured to just go ahead and ask, \"Is there anything I can assist you with? I'm sure there's something I can do for you.\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto nodded once more at being told the letters were her copies. On hand rose to waggle in mimicry of the merchants of the bazaars as they accepted payment. Her voice held amusement as she spoke, \"This one accepts all manner of coin and valuables as manifested gratitude from the great and honorable samurai.\" Her dark eyes glittered with a mix of emotions. The alchemist knew her services did not come cheap and rare was the lord that refused them. She saw the wheels turning as Yuto rubbed his chin.\n\nA gift? People brought gifts just for visiting? Kokuto blinked her way through processing that as he spoke. She was used to receiving gifts in return for her services. Since many that she treated were often servants, farmers, and laborers, those gifts tended to be acts of service in return, food, and a lack of concern about running out of cabinets and transportation. Even Kebano had been one such gift, now that she thought about it. Something to concern myself with later, she thought as she turned her attention back to Yuto once more.\n\n\"Something... For me? Haaa,\" She exhaled a strange sound. Was there something the ape could help her with? She had problems - oh boy did she have problems, but were there any a Scorpion could fix? More importantly were there any This Scorpion could fix? She made a decision. \"Perhaps. Things best suited to yourself are being what?\"" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "He stared dumbfoundedly as she answered his questions, knowing any form of value was acceptable brought a content look. Yuto didn't find her to be particularly picky when it came to receiving things, were all dragons like her? Now that he thought about it, the Magistrate had only met one other dragon since they'd been in the city. Mirumoto Katsumi wasn't it? Pretty girl, but whatever happened to her? Shrugging his shoulders without explanation, he dug back into the conversation. \n\n\"Well, I'm no doc like you are, but I possess quite a few skills. Some which developed after coming to the city.\" He smiled smugly, \"I'm a Magistrate, so things like investigation, coordinating Yoriki, paperwork, and of course putting people in their place come naturally with the job! I'm also pretty good with a Sword, a bow, and my hands, taking care of animals, a bit of gardening...\" He kept thinking, saying this may have been risky. \"I am also the coordinator of our agents in the city, unofficial for now until some more work gets done that is. Diplomacy has also been a big part of my job, surprisingly. Can't say I'm good at everything but I know how to connect with people, anything I can do for you?\" Despite listing quite a bit, Yuto spoke from a place of humility. \n\nIt was then he smiled with a cocky grin, his eyes started from the floor, slowly peering back up to the Dragon. \"I'm also quite the comedian! Got told it would give me luck with the ladies, but hasn't so far.\" He pouted, \"Think there's a cure you could whip up for that?\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto blinked as the list continued. She stared at Yuto blankly as she processed everything he said. He's either a braggart or telling the truth. Either way concerns me, but not in the manner Scorpion usually do. She shook her head slightly to dispel the thoughts. \"There is nothing pressing. Retain the favor for later this one thinking is best.\" Togashi had sent her for a reason; she had run into Bayushi Yuto for a reason; it simply needed time for that reason to be revealed.\n\nAt first, his look did nothing to endear him to her, but his words made her hand rise to cover the snort that resulted from laughter she knew was rude to let loose. \"Love potions this one is never making but,\" She gave him a teasing, sly smile, \"A cure for ... Performance is easily made.\" She had gestured with her left hand, fingers waggling to indicate his sword as she paused. There was enough insinuation for him to grasp that she could mean his wakizashi that hung at his hip or, more likely, the sword that took a different kind of skill to wield and could not so easily be discarded." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "Yuto was somewhat bummed by her not having anything he could do. However she didn't seem like the type to let a favor from the Scorpion go, so he simply rolled the worry off his shoulders. Nodding to the apothecary he smiled, \"Okay! Just let me know, I'm certain there's something. We have quite a few talented scorpions I wouldn't mind offering up for assistance.\" He then stared at her comment on performance. \n\nTilting his head to the side at her hand gesture, he pursed his lips in confusion. Yuto even mimicked her finger gesture for a moment, trying to put himself in her headspace to understand—until a lantern shined over his head in realization. \"Ohhhhhhh! I see! Hehehehehe.\" He chuckled before continuing. \n\n\"You know I never really thought I needed a boost in performance, I've never really struggled in a fight until I was poisoned and hit by lightning! But you know, maybe a performance booster before my next mission would be good! Do you have one on hand? I'd like to test it out!\" He almost forgot the fact he was injured." }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto blinked at Yuto for a good minute before she stood and moved away. She had to, else she would have ended up bursting into laughter to his face. As it was, she busied herself at a shelf filled with ready-made medications and vials of potions, all the whole her shoulders shook with suspicious regularity.\n\nFrom behind, it almost looked as if she were crying. Shoulders shaking, strangle little gasping sniffs, an inability to stand straight. If Yuto had been able to see her face, he would see her face scrunched up with the effort not to let the laughter out. Little giggles wiggled their way forth, almost sounding like little sobs or cries as she grabbed a few things from those shelves. She waited until she had composed herself before turning back to him.\n\n\"Here, this be a quickening of the mind for one sword,\" She handed him a vial of red that glittered with a golden glow. It looked almost like flames that had been made liquid and bottled \|\|Warning Flame potion\|\|. Her voice was almost normal. She handed him a small twist of paper that contained tacky little balls she had coated in rice flour to prevent them from gluing together. Her voice shook a little as she spoke, \"Here be for the other sword. No more than one, otherwise we will be needing to leech the sword.\" She glanced away to mutter, \"And the body only be having so much blood to spare for that.\" She did Not Want to have to deal with another patient like that. The crying, screaming, pleading, and begging had gotten on her nerves after a while. She had been forced to show him the alternative before he accepted the leeches without too much more sobbing." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "A wide smile crossed his lips as she moved away from him, so Yuto was funny after all! Rising back to his feet, he kept shrugging his shoulders to test his arms out. It got to the point where he simply started waving them around like a child, perking his lips out of impression. The Magistrate then noticed her twitching and fidgeting, taking a few steps closer behind Kokuto. Leaning his upper body side to side, he tried to peer at the stuff she was grabbing, until she turned around. \n\n\"Looks tasty, can't wait to try it. What you put in it?\" He held the bottle up admiring the contents, it looked unreal. Yuto may have held the bottle a little too close, checking to see if it was possible to spot the Agasha through the potions bright colors. \"Have you ever used one of these?\" \n\nHe stashed the bottle in his Obi when Koluto offered up the rice balls. Tilting his head to the side, she kept saying other sword.. What did she mean by that? Scrunching his lips in contemplation, he offered a hand for the apothecary to place them in. \"Do they taste good? Can I try one?\" \n\nYuto was going to pop one of the tiny rice balls into his mouth, but he paused to speak, \"You know Kokuto-san, you're pretty handy. I was wondering, are there any potions that make whoever drinks them tell the truth?\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto had noticed he loomed behind her but had left the issue for later.\|\|Observant\|\| She watched him look at the world through the potion. \"Things,\" She answered flatly, as if she would ever reveal those secrets. The lurid red glow made her flat stare at him seem more sinister, the halo of gold giving the illusion the world was on fire. \"Once or twice before this one has used such a potion, or one like it,\" She answered. It had proved most useful when she found herself hunting medicinals in the Shinomen Mori.\n\nShe placed the packet into his hand. It wasn't large and looked almost like a craftsman's twist of spare beads.\|\|Meticulous\|\| His response caused her to laugh as she waved her hands gently in a negating gesture. \"Trying them you may be doing now, but you will be going elsewhere immediately. This one does not do such,\" She rejected his offer of copulation and did not elaborate on what exactly she did not do. Such obfuscation had always served her well in the past.\n\nShe thought about his question and ignored the quip about her usefulness. There were probably ways. Certain drugs that could be used, though she had never tested the validity. It was hard to do in a clan that upheld the bond between word and action. One hand had made its way to her chin to stroke and tap in her thoughtful concentration. \"Perhaps. There might be ways. Much experimentation a definitive answer would be needing.\"" }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "She clearly wasn't interested in explaining what she put in the potion, Yuto didn't mind though. Kokutos temptation seemed like it dwelled more in passionate experiments than killing somebody. Staring through the bottle he chuckled to himself at the apothecary change in features, the Scorpion was fascinated by such little things. Hearing she used one before was a surprise. \n\n\"Didn't take you for someone that indulged in combat and war. Though I'm not surprised by the underestimation and nature of the Dragon clan.\" He spoke as if he were praising the Agasha and by extension the rest of the Dragon. \n\nHe laughed at her refusal, completely misunderstanding what she meant. \"Of course Kokuto-san! I just had you heal my arm after all, I'm not that quick to wanna stick a sword back in it.\" If it was that potent to make someone bloodthirsty he ought to save it for a serious occasion. \n \nA lantern popped over the Scorpion's head as she spoke of experimenting with a truth serum. Raising a finger as he spoke, \"How about this, since you've helped me with my injuries and are assisting me in this temple endeavor. I'll volunteer to be a subject for your experiments! Long as I don't die.\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto smiled slightly at his surprise. \"This one has been on a battlefield or two, but the potion was used in more dangerous locales,\" She cleared up the confusion with a murkier matter. It was only humans with which her status as apothecary and healer kept her from harm. Even bandits and lawless waveriders were willing to allow her unmolested travel; she had given succour to them in her travels, after all.\n\nDark eyes blinked rapidly at Yuto's response. Did he, She stopped her thoughts. She wasn't sure she wanted to know anymore. The boy was either a child or dense, and she had no desire to find out which. One would make her feel old, and the other would invite her wrath. She shook her head gently. Then he offered to be a test subject.\n\nThe downright unholy gleam that came to those dark eyes would have sent a demon running for cover. \"Most appreciated that would be! Difficult it is being to be both observer and test subject sometimes,\" She sounded like a gourmand talking about high cuisine, or a torturer speaking about new techniques. Somewhere, the ever-silent Kota sneezed. Kokuto went off on a bit of a tangent detailing the ways it was difficult to test certain potions for herself. She happily babbled about taste being easy enough to test, but the dangers of testing things that required harm to work from made her voice lower dangerously." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "She seemed rather upset than suddenly happy after Yuto pitched his offer, however, he needed to establish more details with this temple engagement. Now that they were in agreement, there was nothing better than going all in! Taking a deep breath, he somewhat spaced out as she started talking about potions. Sinking deeper into thought, there was a lot of things to balance in the coming week. \n\n\"Would you be open for meeting Yogo no Tansaku Kiyo before you meet at city hall? You know, discuss things like strategy, the temple usage, who'll be involved, that sort of thing? It'll be good, she isn't a preferred diplomat but shes intelligent and possesses similar skills to you. I think you guys would get along.\" \n\nPerhaps this worried the vassal more than he let on. Trust was deeply rooted in his subordinate, but the man couldn't help but show some concern. \n\n\"Once they see two Samurai that can fulfill and lead the endeavors of the temple, I believe they'll be more inclined to listen and put things in your way. Besides, the old temple needs to be remodeled at some point, letting the temple district be infected with a ruined site is a dishonor.\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "\"Yogo, huh? Prove interesting indeed it should,\" Kokuto thought about it for a moment before standing, \"Ok, show.\" She gestured for him to show the way. It was obvious she thought he meant now. She spared no thought for how she looked, bland boring brown clothes beneath a thick white sleeved apron. Her haori and wakizashi were nowhere in sight. It was clear she was focused upon the task at hand, like a farm dog digging a hole after a varmint." }, { "author": "coverty", "message": "When she inquired for Yuto to show her, the Scorpion pressed his lips together. Man she was certainly not pressured by societal expectations, he thought to himself. Raising a hand, as if gesturing to stop he elected to speak up. \"I've some matters of importance to attend to, one of the reasons I'm passing off this task to Yogo Kiyo with your assistance. However, a meeting can be arranged with you. I'll have to notify Yogo-san of your involvement.\" \n\nHowever, one thing for sure could be done. Chinatsu would be able to arrange something! She wasn't here today, but she'd be able to fill the two Samurai in on the matter. \"Chinatsu-san, my attendant can arrange for you guys to meet and discuss strategy. I don't have an impression of this Matsu Tatsuji, but I believe her acknowledgment of this 'righteous' undertaking will give you two an edge.\" \n\nThe Rokugo bowed, \"I believe this is where I must take my leave. I appreciate your service and hope to repay you in time. Oh! I'll also let you know if the fighting enhancement works!\"" }, { "author": "trelana", "message": "Kokuto deflated for a moment before collapsing back into a seated position. \"Oh,\" She said simply as she absorbed his words. A light shrug and she turned to her desk to begin notating the visit. The right sleeve pulled up enough to show the edge of bandages as she shifted back and forth to prepare writing, her left hand rose to acknowledge his parting with brush in hand. \"Yes, indeed. Be needing to know if adjustments must be made to account for body,\" She smiled at him as he prepared to leave, completely forgetting how he had made a wrong assumption on the medication she had given him. It wasn't as if that would come back to haunt her, after all." } ]	301	10,684
287.034483	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "The morning after their first tumultuous encounter, Kishi decides its only right to repay the favor. She was not the only one capable of staking out a likely path for a target to travel. Without a place to stay, the Tsuruchi did what he knew best, find a quiet spot to curl up for the evening and lay in wait. For this prey, the shelter of the arch resting above the embassy gate would provide an adequate position, along with the plausible deniability of whether or not he truly had entered the embassies grounds. Tucking his traveling pack into one corner, he ran his cloak through the accumulated debris and fallen leaves that had piled here in the long neglected structures past, and draped it over himself to hide from even the most prying of eyes in the recess of the cross bars. For many an impossible sleeping arrangement, but he'd had much worse." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The first thing the Mantis would learn was that his target was not a woman prone to idleness. Long after they had arrived the prior evening the candles had burned bright within the embassy as the Mirumoto continued their unending war to see the Embassy put to order and it's paperwork properly arranged. The woman retiring only when the moon was high and rising early with the dawn.\n\nThis morning however the Magistrate wore a more subdued soft blue yukata decorated with white plum blossom and paired with a subdued white obi decorated with only a single depiction of a nightingale alighting upon a branch. The Mirumoto's daisho at their side as she strode forward and under the arch her sandals clacking against the stone and fingers busy plaiting her long crimson tresses into a braid. The woman mentally going over the tasks that needed to be seen too today. The foremost being a visit to the temple of Kaze-no-Kami to make an offering of thanks to the fortune of wind for the air elementals aid the day before. Followed by meeting once more with the Unicorn merchant and stopping by Kenzo-san's forge to commission the tanto's that would be given as prizes for the Dragon's competition. Her mind abuzz with work as her gaze raked over her surroundings, but never thought to turn skyward." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "The mantis watches her approach the gates, waiting until the moment they open to move, masking his sound under the screeching of rusted hinges. Positioning himself upright with his legs dangling over the side of the archway. He watches her first initial few steps, and takes in the pleasing sight of a less defensively presented Katsumi. Not all stress and worry seeped deep into her bones like the previous encounter. Though as much as he would enjoy simply watching her leave given the view from behind, he calls out to her with a smile on his face. \n\n\"You certainly work late into the night, especially after enjoying a few rounds of evening tea. Perhaps i should put you in contact with a candle merchant i know, im sure he would appreciate the business\" As she turns, she sees him leaning one shoulder against the uprights of the gate. Having since removed his armor and donned a more traditional set of attire.\n\nHis Kimono was likely the most normal thing adorning his form. A dull mottled green that appears almost like fresh green leaves as the morning wind sends the long ends fluttering, thin veins of golden yellow flowing along the edges and spreading in fractal lines across the surface. It almost seemed a bit too proper for her assessment of the man, though the occasional wrinkle in its surface betrayed a more familiar spirit. Not unlike his armor, he appears to have forgone the wide shouldered over coat and long angle length fabric in favor of something more slim fitting, bluring the likes between Kimono and Karategi, and discarding Sandles in favor of Laced boots. Clearly valuing the ability to move and fight over comfort or presentation, but maintaining just enough plausible deniability towards either. \n\nHe sits eating something from within a paper wrapping as he looks down upon her, smiling like the cat that caught the canary" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The Dragon does not jump, but it is a near thing. The woman instead spinning on her heel her braid forgotten and it's careful plaits ruined as the air kami upon the breeze play and tug at the now free tresses. Her bright jade eyes wide with surprise and hand swiftly going to the katana and wakizashi at her side though her stance had not changed a single detail from her natural gait. The woman only relaxing upon spying just who had addressed her though the wariness does not leave her gaze. The Mantis's appearance bearing note as she glanced over the yukata he had donned in favor of his more eyecatching armor within the city.\n\n\"And a good morning to you as well Tsuruchi-san,\" The Magistrate quips arching an incredulous brow a coy smile slowly warming their lips as she allows his words to wash over her. Along with the subtle threat and caution woven within them. \n\n\"I wasn't aware my evening activities would see you up so late or else I would have invited you in for tea. I'll have to strive to be more considerate of my stalkers come future evenings.\" Katsumi teases tone wry and laced with playful sarcasm.\n\n\"Though perhaps I should add 'acquiring a Yojimbo' to my list of tasks for today if I am to continue greeting such company so early in the morning.\" The Mirumoto adds with a note of not undue wariness. Though the Tsuruchi was unlikely to be foolish enough to try to do them actual harm that didn't mean others would be of the same mind." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "\"Such is my intention on this beautiful morning. I would be distraught if our previous conversation were rendered moot by your untimely meeting with steel.\" He says keeping that same shit eating tone. \"As for stalking, i would never stoop so low. I merely intended to inform you of a wonderful deal i would be happy to broker as one of my many abilities i intend to share. Besides. I wouldn't dare cast an eye upon you from afar and spoil my imagination, Why read ahead when the story has just begun.\" He teases, folding up the parchment wrapped snacks and tucking them into the folds of his kimono, he reaches over and retrieves his traveling pack. Sliding it over one shoulder before gracefully dropping down from his perch. One hand grasping the scabbard of his oddly long sword to keep it from smacking the ground as he lands.\n\n\"I can assure you my own evening was delightfully boring.\" He quips striding up beside her, before taking a bow that is perfectly between respectfully deep and insultingly shallow, the man never ceasing to find every little possible way to play with fire as if the flames were cold as ice. \"And as your Yojimbo i will pass the same assurance your day will be equally so.\" \n\nHe straightens, and retrieves a simple mempo from the top of his bag, afixing it around the lower half of his face and donning a simple hat, tucking his long tawny hair up inside it to hide his appearance from the more casual of observers." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The Magistrate's gaze flits to the paper wrapped snack the Mantis tucks into his yukata her stomach tightening in a sour reminder of her own lack of breakfast in her haste. The woman having not even waited for the servants to arise to begin her tasks for the day as her curiosity and hunger provide a brief distraction. The Mirumoto tuning back in to the Mantis's words in time for a brief hot blush to steal across the her cheeks. \"I suppose there is some merit to a man who finds himself fond of mysteries,\" Katsumi quips though her gaze is skeptical when the Tsuruchi states that he would stand in as her guard. \n\n\"And I take it your services as a Yojimbo are among the much lauded skills you spoke of last night which you intend to wow and woo me with?\" The Magistrate inquires with a quirk of a smile as she watches the Wasp perform a rather fair impression of as Scorpion as the man donned both hat and mempo obscuring most of his features from view." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "\"What bounty hunter doesn't enjoy a good chase?\" He quips back, the flush of her cheeks emboldening him, as he retrieves the packet of food from his breast \" Especially when you gaze so hungrily at the sight of me.\" He teases, as he sides a piece of something small and yellow up under his mask, the smell of it on his breath is both acrid and sweet at once \"I must say i am flattered Mirumoto-san. I had planned a long speech about my training with steel and arrow, how i've trained with Sensei's from both the mantis lands and far beyond the eastern sea, but i can see from how you are staring you are already convinced i have many things to provide.\" His words carrying that same practiced sarcastic haughtiness she was rapidly learning to expect, as he extends a hand over holding the package of what appears to be some form of dried fruit \"That or you are simply hungry, though i perfer the former theory myself.\"" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"One who does his best to do an impression of a Scorpion to avoid others from seeing his face would be my answer should I hazard a guess,\" The Magistrate quips as she gestures to his attire non-descript enough to give rise to questions of his clan to those who failed to recognize the make of his bow. Though the Wasp did succeed in luring the Dragon a few steps closer with the treat. The woman paying his teasing little mind as their gaze hones in on the dried fruit with open curiosity. Her gaze shifting between him and the food recalling how Kana had spoken of a recent treat the Mantis had been striving to import. \n\n\"Is that Pineapple?\" Katsumi questions her tone soft and perhaps a more pointed snub of his laudable list of talents then her questioning him in regards to which Sensei and which Dojo's he had studied under. The woman's keen fascination nothing if not a mark of her Kitsuki heritage in these rare moments of wide eyed wonder when their duties were briefly forgotten. The Yojimbo's sizable capabilities in steel and arrow losing out alongside her flirtations to a piece of fruit." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "The mantis chuckles at her childlike wonder \"Tsuruchi was decended from the scorpion after all, some things are best held onto i think.\" Taking advantage of her fixation, reaches out with the bundle of snacks and repays her un-announced contact of last night by bumping her on the tip of her nose with it. \"And i see my devious plans have worked well. Yes, it is in fact pineapple. You've heard of it before then? I suppose after spending so many nights stalking the docks you would have run into one of my kin eventually.\" \n\nHe pulls the package back from her grubby mitts to break the enchantment. Before breaking off a piece and offering it to her \"I really must learn to negotiate more properly, not even married and already providing. Truly i have no hope against such a skilled diplomat such as yourself\" Though she can't see it beneath the mask, the grin is audible." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The tap to her nose serves to break the spell as the Magistrate flinches in surprise blinking owlishly as their attention returns to the here and now. Katsumi lifting a hand to rub at the bridge as she glowers up at the Tsuruchi without much heat as she accepts the karmic payback for their prior evening. Though the proffering of the fruit serves to soothe the Dragon's ruffled scales.\n\n\"Thank you,\" She murmurs not entirely bereft of manners even if they were difficult to maintain in the face of the razors edge the Bounty Hunter walked between mockery and respect. \n\n\"And it would be difficult to venture near the docks Without Encountering your kin. Though aside from yourself I happen to quite like the Mantis.\" The Magistrate quips voice wry and teasing with just a hint of bite not unlike the fruit in her hands that the Dragon savored taking small nibbling bites as they contemplate it's taste and restrain themselves from licking their fingers. \n\n\"Magistrate Moshi Kana-san is a delight after all,\" Katsumi adds for it was no secret that of late the Dragon Magistrate had spent their time mostly in the company of Lions or Mantis clan members lest the rare Scorpion seek them out. \n\n\"Though if you intend to act as my Yojimbo we'd best be on our way... Though you do realize that so long as you accompany me any slight to yourself does not bode well to those who seek to press such issues.\" The Mirumoto adds as she glances up through her lashes at their impromptu Tsuruchi guard. \"So long of course as you were nott he one to start the altercation,\" They add, but the Dragon doubted it would take Kishi long to suss out the meaning of her words. For just as the half-gaijin acted as her physical protector there were few Samurai bold enough to pick a fight with a Magistrate's Yojimbo directly in front of them." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "Kishi nods \"Indeed i am well aware of the limitations and implications the duty places upon my conduct and the conduct of those towards me. I can assure you Mirumoto-san, i've lived a long life of slights and glares, and if you intend to get much work done today it would be best if i maintain a much more traditional garb of my clans past. Though i admit it would be very humorous to watch you disembowel a man in spirit, mind, and station. Besides,\" He says reaching into one of his kimono once more, retrieving his badge of office, a pendant of a mantis holding a small orb of jade in its talons, and hanging it from his neck \"You are not the only one who possesses such rights. I've simply grown past using them for personal reasons.\" \n\n\nHe bends over to double check his boots are properly tied, the oddly designed footwear made of a material she can't quite identify, though it seems roughly similar to some form of leather. \"Let us move then. I am interested to see just quite what duties you have for today. And to see this... Fine city in greater detail.\"" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "A soft sound of derision spills from the Mirumoto's lips. Their eyes hardened with a spark of ire that is there one moment and gone the next, \"You assume anything in regards to my actions here or my duties is personal,\" The Mirumuto murmurs a hint of bitterness bleeding into their voice like poison tired and resigned. As the woman in question turns to head into the city. Threading their way through the crowds at the Tsuruchi's side in the manner Takeya had demonstrated to them as the Magistrate makes their way towards the Temple district.\n\nTheir first initial task of the day clear as the shugenja so artfully camoflauged as a bushi pauses to pay for incense, ribbons, and other small trinkets at the various stalls that sell them along the main road of the Small holies. The Magistrate chatting up the stall owners conversing quietly with the heimin in regards to their business and the progress in regards to the Embassy and Dojo. It becoming quickly clear that while the majority of the Mantis' people flocked to the docks that the Dragon's were drawn to the Temples." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "The Mantis watches her leave, sighing to himself as she does. \"La haremos a tu manera entonces...\" He grumbles to himself, removing his mask and hat and stowing them in his travel pack as he takes swift strides to catch up. Following beside her silently lest he place his foot any deeper into his mouth.\n\nKishi does his best to act the part, standing just far enough back to be out of the way and barely in sight as she goes about her rounds through the temple district. The tower of a man serving as a sufficiently intimidating pillar of meat to do the most basic function of a Yojimbo, keeping idiots well and clear from his charge. Seemingly unbothered by the oogling and hushed conversations that for some unknown reason follow them wherever they go. Only breaking character to occasionally pop another peice of dried fruit into his mouth to sate a grumbling stomach.\n\nTo most onlookers he would appear bored, nearing on annoyed as he bounces on foot at each stop. Pacing back and forth on occasion as if looking for any reason to leave. To the untrained eye it looks near scandalously un-professional, distracted with his mind anywhere other than where he is standing. Without doubt however, those who know what to look for would see clear through the act and see the practiced disregard for exactly what it is, using the air of a distracted gaze to keep an eye and ear on every angle of his surroundings in this bustling market, looking for any blade in the crowd hoping to strike." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The Clan Magistrate does not chide him for the change, nor make comment on it, though some tension does bleed from their shoulders now that they shan't have to explain themselves to any passing Scorpion patrols. The woman initially paying him little mind caught up in her conversations with the various heimin. Though her porcelain mask cracks to show a bit more softness around the edges when dealing with her own people. The Dragon lingering at one of the stalls that sells both food for men and kami. The sweet scent of freshly baked nut bread lingering within the air as the woman orders two loaves. Before crossing the street to join Kishi beneath the overhang of one of the small temples. The woman carefully breaking the spare loaf in two as she offers half out to the Yojimbo. Moving to position her back to the wall and her body just behind and to his side so the man could spare some attention to eat without needing to entirely crane his neck to keep watch over her.\n\n\"Here. You'll eat through all your fruit before we even make it to the Temple at this rate.\" She quips taking a bite of her own meal. The bread warm, fluffy, and studded with baked nuts and seeds to give it a delightful bit of crunch." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "Kishi accepts the gift with a smile \"Pretend i said no the sufficient number of times before accepting this gracious gift.\" He chuckles, taking a bite and sighing a tad, satisfied. Keeping a watchful eye on any who come near as he eats in contemplation. \"For all your objections to taking a new Name, you carry yourself with a regard to the Heimin befitting a mantis.\" He comments, with a hint of appreciaton. \"Something sadly missing from the hearts of far too many who bear... Honorable lineage.\" He says choosing his words more carefully in this public place. Taking a step back towards the wall and adjusting his daisho to not bang against it as he lowers his voice to keep their conversation from curious ears \n\n\"Many seem to forget that even the most beautiful castle designed by the finest of scholars and tacticians would be nothing but ink on a page were it not for the stone workers and builders to bring their dreams to life working in the mud and sweat that the former find to be so 'beneath them'.\"" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"Only a Crane would insist on refusing food thrice to ensure propriety. When the time comes for actual gifts then you can keep to courtly manners,\" The Magistrate quips for food was made and meant to be shared. The concept of such things as 'gifts' to be given or taken rankled at the Dragon's sensibilities.\n\n\"And the Mantis are not alone in their understanding of their responsibilities to the Heimin. Just rare is it for other clans to venture into the Dragon's lands to witness our dealings with their own eyes. Typically such guests would rather not weather the winter months in our care.\" Katsumi explains glancing up from where they enjoyed their own warm breakfast. The bread reminiscent of home though without the drizzled honey she would typically coat the slices with to sate her sweettooth.\n\n\"Many a Dragon Samurai have their roots with those who tend the earth. Should their spirit be valiant enough we do not believe it fit to allow them to linger waiting for their next lives to stand alongside those born to our great families. Many even hail from the lands of the Unicorn, war orphans of the Clan's latest clashes. Each are raised as if our own flesh and blood.\" The Mirumoto explains gentle pride in their clan and her people's efforts warming her more practiced tone.\n\n\"Even before such a time the Togashi have never turned away any who seek enlightenment.\"" }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "The mantis tries his best to stifle a grin \"Yes, Courtly manners, i'll have to remember where i put those when the time comes. I'm sure they are around somewhere\" He leans back against the wall with a sigh. \"I will admit, for as little as most clans know of the machinations of the mountain serpents, the mantis know significantly less. It is heartening to hear should my efforts to drag you down to the waters edge from your perch be unsuccessful, that i won't be so extremely out of place as i would find myself in other lands such as this.\" He gestures around with one hand, before taking another bite of the first warm food he has had in weeks.\n\n \"Though i suppose i will have to deal with whatever passes for well spiced food in such a northern reach of the empire... And bundle myself in so many furs as to be mistaken for a sumo wrestler\" He says with a chuckle, turning his head to face her, letting his gaze wander over her features, reaching over slowly and making the bold move to wipe a crumb from her cheek \n\n\"You would certainly find my Family's Shugenja to be welcome company. You seem gifted in consulting the Kami in your investigations if those choking winds i had the pleasure of experiencing are any indication.\"" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"You would fit in rather well in both manner and fashion,\" The Magistrate assures him with a wry shake of her head, \"At least among the Mirumoto.\" She adds as Katsumi cannot quite picture the Tsuruchi placed amidst the likes of the Agasha or Togashi. \"My family take a rather practical view of our role within the world. After all our lands are beautiful, but life there necessitates a certain flexibility of character.\" \n\n\"I've often marveled that the only difference in appearance between a Mirumoto Mountaineer and a Mantis Sailor is their choice in hats.\" Katsumi jokes recalling Takeya and his own fashion sense not unlike Kishi's or the men of her homeland. \"Though from atop our mountains I would not be surprised if you could shoot to the worlds end with that bow of yours. You'd do well among the Dragon's Flame, our Archers,\" She suggests startling slightly at the gentle brush of fingers across her face before she recalls how Chiyoko had laid a hand upon her shoulder. The Mantis, she reminds herself while fighting down the color that flushes to her cheeks in surprise, were more prone to touch.\n\n\"And it is not That Cold. Not when one has good company,\" Katsumi teases as she glances up at the Tsuruchi with those big jade eyes of hers from beneath long dusky lashes, her smile welcoming and coy." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "He smiles wide at her teasing, giggling a bit as her face flushes red \"That's quite the pitch Mirumoto-san, you really do have quite the promising career as a salesman with such a silver tongue. That mercantile spirit would be well appreciated in the south.\" He teases. Leaning back away from her despite his instincts, fearing she might turn a shade of crimson that would but her hair to shame if he pushed his luck any further... Though he cannot resist one final remark \"But i suppose failing your inevitable surrender, for now we can settle with discovering its utility in... Driving off the cold.\"\n\nHe springs forth from the wall, re adjusting his kimono and daisho and examining himself to be clean of any remnants of breakfast, for even he is not so foolish to walk around in such a state \"Shall we be off to sort out the rest of your duties for the morning? As much as I would love to linger in conversation, I fear The embassy will not repair its self in your absence\" He remarks entirely ignoring any reaction she might have to his previous chiding with a similar coy look to her own, ever keen to dance on the knifes edge as he prepares to set off back into the hustle and bustle of the markets, much work to be done." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"I'm afraid I cannot go about giving away my clan's tricks for surviving the cold to someone yet still an outsider,\" The Magistrate gives as good as she gets with a pointed playful smile. \"But mayhap if you play your cards right you'll learn the gilt of my tongue.\" She teases observing the Tsuruchi's quick step back, the Samurai's hazel eyes a shade darker then they'd been before as she follows in his wake. The Dragon once more taking the lead as she directs them to the temple of Kaze-no-Kami. The Mirumoto bowing low before the shrine as she decorates the Fortune of Wind's alter with bread and ties ribbons for the lesser air kami to delight in with their play.\n\n\"This one gives thanks to the Fortune of Wind for your blessings and the blessings of your kin,\" The Shugenja intones voice soft, but honest in her thanks as she lights the incense allowing fragrant smoke to fill the shrine in looping trails. As Katsumi holds her pose for a long moment and only straightens slowly when she feels the air tugging at her sleeves, soft breezes dancing through the shrine as she smiles at the delight of the lesser kami's.\n\n\"Come. I will speak with the builders and then we shall be on our way to your Embassy to see to your papers and settle matters. Since you do not appear inclined to settle for a prize of coin.\" The Mirumoto quips carefully smoothing out any wrinkles in their yukata as they turn to glance up at the Tsuruchi." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "\"Rest assured Mirumoto san, the best cards in my hand are rarely played outside.\" He comments, refusing to have her get the last word in, Stretching side to side in preparation for the rest of their travel, though mostly for her observation \n\nHe falls in behind her as they weave between the temple visitors, listening intently as she speaks, watching her place the offerings at the temple with a warm gaze at the childlike amusement at something so simple as the flitting of the wind. Watching it play across her sleaves and tug at the ends of her scarlet mane. Eyes soft as she gazes up at him, finding his own features being tugged at in the breeze. The braided silk lines dangling from his daisho and the errant curls of his hair fluttering behind him. \n\n\"Yes,\" He murmurs quietly for only them to hear \"I do believe i've found something more valuable than coin.\" His voice soft and warm like the shifting sands on an evening beach. A small smile creeping across his features as he watches her rise. Gesturing a hand forward inclining for her to lead the way. Looking back to the shine for a moment as she walks away. Taking the time to whisper something quietly to the kami present, dragging one hand across his chest in some unknown gesture, before bowing and moving to follow." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The air kami were always the most light hearted of the elements and while Katsumi could not deny she was fond of all the kami her relationship with those of the air brought her joy more often then not. Her relationship with water was a complicated, but not unlikable affair. Fire though was a dangerous spark that burned under her skin grounding itself against her understanding of the earth. Yet it boded well that the elemental kami seemed rather taken with the Tsuruchi. The errant breeze following then out of the depths of the shrine and onto the streets before it became distracted by the plethora of choices to play with.\n\n\"There are many more treasures then gold and jewels to behold within this wide world,\" The Mirumoto agrees straying closer to the Tsuruchi's side amidst the growing crowds as they draw close to the exit of the Temple District. Her gaze lingering on the Samurai's tall frame her heart calm.\n\n\"I hope you will not regret your choice?\" She murmurs voice hesitaint, a kindness unasked for, but offered all the same. A final chance for the man to turn aside and the two of them to become once more strangers. Though the Mirumoto now saw what had drawn her Father to the man enough for the old Commander to overlook the circumstances of the half-gaijin's birth." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "He sighs at her question as they exist through the gate. While they had spent more time becoming familiar than was granted to the overwhelming majority of the upper classes of Rokugani society, Rokugani society was not the only one he knew. Another part of him that burned in his veins for the decade he spent avoiding this moment had seen in great detail during his travels, the long, smoldering, and passionate development that is gracefully granted to couples in the far east, and in clans less concerned with the politics and maneuvering of these arrangements. Some part of him still aching for that privildge he will never recieve. \"Perhaps i will. Perhaps i wont. But nothing in life is certainty, and everything worth having requires risk to obtain.\"\n\n\"I have little doubt however, that neither of us will be provided with this opportunity ever again. So yes, i think i will take this risk. But something tells me its far, far, from the longest odds i've ever taken a chance on.\" He says reassuringly, noting the hesitance in her voice. \"The question is, are you? Who took such great lengths to see me off with a purse full of koku, never to be seen again? And who spoke with such incredulity about what i might have to offer? Who took the time to mention how poor a match i would be for the samurai you need? Are you willing to take that risk?\" \n\nHe teases swiftly flipping the decision right back to her, though her hesitance to even offer a suggestion of another option to him this late in their interactions speaks enough of what resides in her mind. His gaze visibly unconcerned, the glint in his eyes indicating he already knows some form of witty rejoinder is soon to cross his ears. A fact that he welcomes all the same. It would indeed be a rather boring life if she couldn't keep up after all." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "The Mirumoto's gaze is distant as Kishi turns her own question back upon her like a wave upon the shore. Those jade eyes seeing not the Tsuruchi before her, but another who's face she has long forgotten and a time long past, \"Yes. I will regret it,\" She admits knowing well that the mortal heart was a wild thing which is why their ribs were cages.\n\n\"But I have confidence in your capability to change my mind and in my duty to guide me.\" The Mirumoto adds reaching out to gently rest her hand upon his arm, her fingers gently catching the fabric of his sleeve. Her smile one of sorrow and understanding in the face of both their hesitance and buried regrets.\n\n\"And turning away from this was never an option placed before me. My clan has been gracious in allowing my own pursuits. Marriage is not so untoward a way to repay them.\" Katsumi murmurs a low chuckle spilling from her lips as she casts the Tsuruchi a playful grin which breaks through the sorrow of her countenance like the spring sun through snow.\n\n\"And at least boredom shall be the least of our worries.\" She teases never one to disappoint." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "He stares deep into her eyes, seeing she has the same longing concerns buried deep down in her soul. He lets a soft sigh slip from his lips as her fingers grasp at his sleeve. \"Your candor is welcomed, and appreciated.\" He murmurs, reaching his other hand across his chest and covering hers where it lay, giving it a gently squeeze. \"I'll do my best to change you mind, that i promise. And if there is anything i imagine was found its way winding up the mountains to the lands of the dragon, is that despite our ever shifting adherence to traditions and practices, whatever moral failings the rumors place at our feet, a Wasp keeps his word.\" \n\nHe releases her hand, lest prying eyes notice the indiscretion between them as they walk in a rather public place, thankfully a tad sparser in foot traffic than the center of the temple district. \"Come what may, once we are settled down in the south it should melt away any concerns you have.\" He smiles, as he reaches into his breast and retrieves that package of dried fruit she seems to adore \"You'll have as much exotic fruit your heart desires~\" He teases in hopes of brining her out of the melancholy that has swept over the both of them. Though as she reaches out he lifts it up and out of her reach with a wild grin \"After tendering the terms of your surrender of course.\"" }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "\"I have heard that a Wasp is, but a Scorpion with wings. Yet I have seen the day where I met an honest Scorpion so I cannot cast doubt upon your claims. As for all the Scorpion's lies they are known to keep their promises.\" The Mirumoto murmurs with an incline of her head as the two swiftly part. The Mantis' hand large and warm over her own, startlingly so. Yet the two swiftly part for while the Tsuruchi's clan might have been more inclined to such acts propriety was less inclined to look kindly upon them.\n\nThough that does not stop the Dragon's from letting out a soft amused huff at the mention of the south. Her eyes flitting to the treat that was swiftly pulled out of her reach earning the Wasp a narrowing of those vivid jade orbs her gaze calculative. \"And what makes you think either of us will be discussing such terms? No. I imagine that duty will fall to our Ambassadors. Lest we bicker on forever.\" Katsumi teases with a toothy smile. The woman turning her attention away from the treat to stop by a shop speaking with the Heimin as she played at forgetting the fruit. The worker assuring her that the plans for the Embassy's dojo were moving along at an expected pace. That didn't stop the Mirumoto from picking up a few sizzling sticks of yakitori on her route towards the Mantis embassy. Trusting the tantalizing scent of cooked meat and vegetables do to her bargaining for her for the pineapple treat." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "He chuckles as she returns with the skewers reaching out for his with one hand and the small package with the other \"Ever the deal maker huh Mirumoto-mi\" He says with a shake of his head \"I imagine it will be a matter for our ambassadors to discuss, though with my families recent founding I ponder if special considerations will be made to our growth. Regardless of what they say, i will still be awaiting your surrender, even if that means only spending some of our time dragging you away from your duties, or finding ones providing some leeway for travel.\" \n\nHe makes great haste to take his first bites of a proper meal, fighting against his instincts to scarf it down as fast as he can in order to maintain some form of proper manners. \"I am however vary glad you seem to have good taste.\" He remarks with a satisfied huff at having fresh meat in his stomach after weeks of dried fish, fruit, and rice bread rations." }, { "author": "shimmerkeen", "message": "She waits until he offers the proffered treat before handing over four of the five skewers far less starved for a hot meal then the bushi at her side. The chicken and vegetables are seasoned to perfection with a smoky spice Kana had shown her that a few of the local stalls preferred. \"We shall see, though I suspect the Dragon would be rather reluctant to lose their sole magistrate within the city. Not to mention what consideration might be given to our own numbers,\" The Mirumoto quips the weight of her clans declining numbers lingering within the back of her mind.\n\n\"Though I am curious how you came to find yourself among the Tsuruchi,\" She murmurs glancing Kishi over as she tries to hazard the mans age. His features both familiar for their Rokugani nature and the foreignness that marked him not entirely their own made it difficult to tell his true years.\n\n\"And if you must know Tsuruchi-san I have Excellent Taste. Otherwise how else would I have managed to learn of many a merchant with their myriad of food stalls. Though I fear the umeshu here really cannot compare to those sold by my own clan. It would put your Shochu to shame in taste and it's capacity to see one indisposed.\" The woman teases her steps slowing as they grew closer to the Mantis Embassy.\n\n\"You do have your travel papers with you yes?\" She inquired glancing the Bushi over with a small amount of concern. While Katsumi was familiar with Kana, Tsuta, and many other Mantis she had yet to meet their Ambassador as the last thing she wanted was to bring an unpapered bushi to the woman's door unprompted." }, { "author": "tyler111762", "message": "\"We shall see indeed.\" He remarks as they approach \"As for how i found myself among the Tsuruchi, My father traveled north to join Tsuruchi-ue's cause when he sought to take Kyuden Ashinagabachi from the scorpion clan. I was... Oh...11? Or so at the time. As you can imagine i was not given the privilege of joining a school as soon as my father would have wanted given the... Issues that would cause. So i was still without formal training until the Wasp accepted us for his services. He was one of the many to break his sword and follow Tsuruchi-ue into battle. And well... Not to speak of things even i won't discuss in open places, but you could say that fighting from a distance is well, in my blood on my mothers side.\" \n\nHe casts a sidelong glance, unsure of how well read she is on the cultures beyond rokugans shores, but given she is a magistrate, the events and methods his people were most famous for were likely known to her \"And while it is... Certainly different from my peoples... Means\" He clears his throat \"The bow came rather naturally to me, and the wasp were hungry for new recruits. So here i stand.\" He says with a rising tone of pride \"Though if you are referring to the more... Crude question of how *I* Came to be among the Tsuruchi and the empire in general... Many things happen on the high seas, not just trade and battle.\" \n\nHe reaches behind him to a special pouch at the back of his travel pack rested against his spine, retrieving a small book-looking container made of the same strange material as his boots, holding it up in one hand with a shake in response to her question about papers\n\n \"I may be cavalier in many things in life, but you do not travel rokugan looking as i do without extensive paperwork, in triplicate. Lest you find yourself on the wrong end of a sword.\"" } ]	275	8,324

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