Samari Yanata
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Roleplay posts: 28 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Samari has a very lithe, athletic figure. She has a reasonably attractive face, but it is frequently twisted into an impatient scowl. She's taller than most Katashiman woman, but still below average when compared to mainlanders.
Clothes and Equipment: Samari generally wears a specialized kimono, cut for easier movement. She carries a ridiculously oversized odachi, as well as a smaller tanto. She frequently uses the odachi (sheathed) to smack people.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 18:29:52 GMT -8
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Post by Samari Yanata on Dec 24, 2015 14:48:22 GMT -8
"Yes sir."
Samari heads back to where Riku is sitting, not caring about the "scolding".
"Come on, Riku. Time to talk to Lord Yanata."
She leads him to Lord Yanata's study, then goes to finish her preparations.
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Riku Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 44 
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 14:53:55 GMT -8
Riku presented himself to Lord Yanata's study with a measure of unease, a palpable one that no doubt Samari had sensed along the walk to meet him. When he entered the study he immediately prostrated himself on the floor out of an expression of severe respect. The young man was an unusual sight with white locks like freshly fallen snow, the looks of foreign blood mingled with his Katashiman heritage, and a pale complexion. He had left his belongings behind save for a daisho at his hip. His clothes were threadbare and the layers of cotton plentiful to repel the cold. He had the look of a wanderer about him from his rough vestments to the smudges on his face. He said nothing to the Lord of the Yanata and merely waited to be recognized.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 15:02:03 GMT -8
The Daimyo does not look up when the young man prostrates himself. He is aware of it though and says tone of voice unreadable.
"You may rise."
Once the young man has made himself comfortable Rin'Si will look up from his scroll. Many would consider the older mans continence as sever his sharp features, nearly black eyes, and expressionless face could be quite intimidating. Riku may see the Daimyo as such, or if the young man is perceptive he may see that Rin'Si is simply very in control of himself, the Daimyo is not hostile he is just extremely rigid and formal. Either way the Daimyo asks Riku the only question that matters in the Yanata clan.
"What do you wish to learn?"
This is the true measure of a man, in the Yanata's eyes. They see the pursuit of knowledge of any sort as being the highest calling, and believe a mans character can be judged by what knowledge they pursue.
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Riku Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 15:05:32 GMT -8
"Everything the world has to teach me," was Riku's humble, if not undaunted reply.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 15:11:31 GMT -8
"Ambitious."
Rin'Si's voice provides absolutely zero clue as to whether he thinks this is a good or bad thing. The Daimyo takes a sheet of paper, grabs a delicate calligraphy brush, and in a series of masterful strokes writes on the paper. He dries the ink carefully then slides the sheet of paper and the brush to Riku, saying simply.
"Sign."
On the paper is a simple contract outlining Riku's promise of serving as a sword for the Yanata house, in exchange for three meals a day.
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Riku Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 15:19:11 GMT -8
He felt nervous and it was as evident as any perfume. Riku glanced from the Lord of the Yanata to the parchment that the daimyo had signed into a contract. Without any sense of reservation, if not foolishness on his side, he took the brush and would sign in his name in elegant brushstrokes. When he was done he turned the scroll around and set the brush aside. The name on the paper was vividly clear:
Riku Fletcher
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 15:30:17 GMT -8
Rin'Si takes the contract stands walks to the door and hands it to a servant giving the man a whispered instruction. He then returns to his desk and sits, he picks up his scroll and before he starts reading says.
"Your accommodations have been taken care of. I am leading an envoy out tomorrow, you may join it. Speak to Samari if you require assistance, I have put you under her care."
The older man returns his attention to the scroll, Riku would be able to tell he has been dismissed.
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Riku Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 15:37:37 GMT -8
That was it. Riku was... Surprised. He hadn't expected the servitude to a Lord to be conducted with such a lack of fanfare. The young would-be samurai didn't complain, however, and bowed deeply to Rin'Si. "Thank you for the opportunity to serve, my Lord," the ronin spoke quietly. "And above all else, to learn." When he recognized he had been silently dismissed he took his leave. He padded out of the office and fairly sighed in relief - he could finally breathe! Riku shook his head and wandered down the hall and let the brief meeting sink in. So, the Yanata Clan were leaving in the morning? He would accompany his new found Lord as a token of his loyalty. So, he sought out Samari to inform her of the circumstances. Though so new to the castle he just found himself lost and marveling at the interior of the mountaintop keep.
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Samari Yanata
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 20
Physical Description: Samari has a very lithe, athletic figure. She has a reasonably attractive face, but it is frequently twisted into an impatient scowl. She's taller than most Katashiman woman, but still below average when compared to mainlanders.
Clothes and Equipment: Samari generally wears a specialized kimono, cut for easier movement. She carries a ridiculously oversized odachi, as well as a smaller tanto. She frequently uses the odachi (sheathed) to smack people.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 18:29:52 GMT -8
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Post by Samari Yanata on Dec 24, 2015 15:58:40 GMT -8
Riku would find Samari in her room, packing up a bag full of her things. She turns around when she hear someone coming.
Oh, it's him. I wonder what he wants. He certainly didn't spend long with the lord.
"What's up, Riku? How did it go? Are you working for us now?"
She stuffs a water skin into the bag and buckles it shut.
"Are you coming along to the Toku province?"
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Riku Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 16:06:01 GMT -8
Riku wasn't sure how he stumbled across Samari and her room but when he found her he bowed very low and apologized. "I do not mean to intrude, Samari-san, but your Lord has contracted me into his service. I would be honored to accompany his Lordship to Toku. If you allow me to, I can assist with any preparations that need to be made. Otherwise, all I require is a meager futon for the night. I can be ready by morning."
He didn't want to impose on her and played a timid part. Riku looked shyly to her, eager to help out in any way he could but not wanting to come off as eager - a contradiction in and of itself. So, Riku waited to be given a duty, dismissed, shown a room... Or something. He felt awkward, yet happy, and wondered what was in store for him.
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Samari Yanata
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 20
Physical Description: Samari has a very lithe, athletic figure. She has a reasonably attractive face, but it is frequently twisted into an impatient scowl. She's taller than most Katashiman woman, but still below average when compared to mainlanders.
Clothes and Equipment: Samari generally wears a specialized kimono, cut for easier movement. She carries a ridiculously oversized odachi, as well as a smaller tanto. She frequently uses the odachi (sheathed) to smack people.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 18:29:52 GMT -8
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Post by Samari Yanata on Dec 24, 2015 16:18:54 GMT -8
He's coming along? Well, that's just dandy. Just what we need. Another person to slow us down.
Samari thinks for a moment. She's done packing, and doesn't really need any help.
"There's a futon in the guest room, Riku. Where you had your meal. I suppose you could sleep there. And go take a bath. Anyone would be able to tell that you've been on the road for a while. The bath is down the hall. We've got hot springs, right here in the mountains. It's very convenient. No need to wait for water to be heated on a stove."
She stretches, tired.
Perhaps I should take a bath later...baths are nice.
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Riku Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 16:25:40 GMT -8
"H-Hai," Riku stammered, embarrassed she brought his lack of bathing to his attention. So, be promptly vacated her presence and found the baths. The samurai was fortunate for the hot springs and soaked in them for a while before he thoroughly washed his hair and skin to remove the road from his body. When he finished bathing he found his soiled clothes were taken and replaced by clean heavy cottons comfortable for the altitude and cold of the mountains. After he changed he returned to the guest room to retire for the night. He hadn't had a bath or a warm bed in a while so he was grateful.
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Samari Yanata
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 20
Physical Description: Samari has a very lithe, athletic figure. She has a reasonably attractive face, but it is frequently twisted into an impatient scowl. She's taller than most Katashiman woman, but still below average when compared to mainlanders.
Clothes and Equipment: Samari generally wears a specialized kimono, cut for easier movement. She carries a ridiculously oversized odachi, as well as a smaller tanto. She frequently uses the odachi (sheathed) to smack people.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 18:29:52 GMT -8
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Post by Samari Yanata on Dec 24, 2015 16:30:06 GMT -8
Riku would be awoken the following "morning", although it's not yet light out.
"Wake up, Riku, it's time to go. Come on, we'll never get there if you spend all day lounging around."
Samari is already up and itching to go. Servants can be heard groaning and complaining about Samari's hurrying.
"I want to leave, let's go! Hurry up, Riku!"
I hate travelling. If we don't leave soon, we won't get there until nightfall. And then we'll have to go to sleep and won't have any time to explore the town. Ugh. Travelling takes so long...
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Riku Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 16:37:34 GMT -8
Riku was quick to rise much like a warrior prepared for battle. He had fallen asleep in his juban but made himself ready by putting on two layers of kosode and a heavy hakama. Kegutsu bear skin shoes were provided for the journey. He secured his daisho to his hip through his obi, pulled his pack onto his back and collected his yari. By all accounts he was ready rather quickly.
The white haired ronin waited quietly for Sumari. He was all packed and ready for their journey. He greeted her with a timid smile that morning but otherwise tried to appear disciplined and resolved.
"Good morning, Samari-san. I am ready when you are."
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Samari Yanata
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 20
Physical Description: Samari has a very lithe, athletic figure. She has a reasonably attractive face, but it is frequently twisted into an impatient scowl. She's taller than most Katashiman woman, but still below average when compared to mainlanders.
Clothes and Equipment: Samari generally wears a specialized kimono, cut for easier movement. She carries a ridiculously oversized odachi, as well as a smaller tanto. She frequently uses the odachi (sheathed) to smack people.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 18:29:52 GMT -8
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Post by Samari Yanata on Dec 24, 2015 16:44:41 GMT -8
Samari smiles with satisfaction when Riku gets ready so quickly.
Finally, someone who doesn't make me wait. Nobody else gets ready that quickly. Maybe signing this guy on wasn't a bad idea after all.
"Good, you're ready. Let's go meet Lord Yanata at the gates, then."
She pats Riku on the head in a rather condescending manner and leads him out to the gates, where @rinsi waits.
"We'll eat breakfast on the road, Riko. Get on- oh wait, you don't have a horse."
This is why we shouldn't let new people come along. They'll just slow us down. If he walks, he can't keep up. Hmm...I suppose he doesn't look too heavy. My horse can carry double.
Leading her own horse over from the stables, she mounts up and beckons to Riku.
"Get on, you're riding with me."
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Riku Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 24, 2015 16:52:30 GMT -8
Riku didn't like being patronized but he said nothing to how she ruffled his hair. He would, however, stare up at her when she demanded he mount her steed with her. With a quirk of his mouth Riku looked down and away before begrudgingly taking ahold of her saddle and with a measure of grace climbed into the saddle. The samurai pulled himself up behind her and swallowing his pride... He wrapped his arms around her waist to hold on. He said nothing all the while, a touch intimidated - if not humiliated - but otherwise kept his mouth shut.
Well, at least she was warm.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2015 15:02:05 GMT -8
With all now present any last minute preperations are seen to, and the envoy departs. It is an eclectic group to say the least that leaves the Yanata compound. Up front there are 10 horse bound samurai, behind the samurai come twice that number in soldiers on foot, the middle of the caravan is a wagon train being tended by about 50 servants, and the wagon train is followed by another 20 soldiers. This is fairly normal for a diplomatic envoy the oddities follow the last of the soldiers.
A massive covered wagon being pulled by 8 oxen is next, this wagon is surrounded by about 16 men who have the look of clerks or scholars. Finally the large wagon is followed by 5 priests wearing the Yanata family symbol, an odd thing to bring on such a journey.
Rin'Si rides at the head of the caravan as silent as ever. This silence however is not shared by the rest of the caravan, the soldiers and servants openly joking and shouting excited to be traveling.
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Samari Yanata
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Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 20
Physical Description: Samari has a very lithe, athletic figure. She has a reasonably attractive face, but it is frequently twisted into an impatient scowl. She's taller than most Katashiman woman, but still below average when compared to mainlanders.
Clothes and Equipment: Samari generally wears a specialized kimono, cut for easier movement. She carries a ridiculously oversized odachi, as well as a smaller tanto. She frequently uses the odachi (sheathed) to smack people.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 18:29:52 GMT -8
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Post by Samari Yanata on Dec 25, 2015 19:00:09 GMT -8
Within an hour, Samari is already in a bad mood.
I hate travelling so much. I'm so bored. This is taking too long. How long has it been? Three hours already? Four? Ugh...and I have to ride with this guy too. What a pain. Why are we moving so slowly?
She shifts her weight slightly on the horse, "accidentally" jarring Riku. If he's a halfway competent rider, he should be able to recover.
"Oops. Sorry, Riku."
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Riku Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Dec 25, 2015 19:10:14 GMT -8
He just tightened his arms around her waist when she went to adjust her weight and caught him off guard. Despite the horses around him, the sound of laughing soldiers, and the creak of wagon wheels on the path he found himself nearly lulled to sleep during the ride. He was quiet and she was not anymore vocal during their journey. So, Riku maintained that silence as not to misspeak. After all, he hardly knew her and didn't know her personality but wanted to tread easy due to her obvious impatient nature. When he was sure he had his balance he leaned back a bit from her.
"Excuse me," the wave-man said in apologies of holding onto her as he did.
He was no accomplished rider but he was competent enough not to be easily thrown from a horse.
What could he say to her? Riku was sure she was displeased with him riding as he did with her. "You know," he began in a quiet tone, "I can walk with the other soldiers. I need not be a burden to you and your steed, Samari-san."
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Samari Yanata
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 20
Physical Description: Samari has a very lithe, athletic figure. She has a reasonably attractive face, but it is frequently twisted into an impatient scowl. She's taller than most Katashiman woman, but still below average when compared to mainlanders.
Clothes and Equipment: Samari generally wears a specialized kimono, cut for easier movement. She carries a ridiculously oversized odachi, as well as a smaller tanto. She frequently uses the odachi (sheathed) to smack people.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 18:29:52 GMT -8
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Post by Samari Yanata on Dec 25, 2015 19:16:04 GMT -8
Samari sighs.
He can walk, can he? Well, that's just fine and dandy for him. But if I make him walk, Lord Yanata will be cross. He'll probably raise an eyebrow at me or something. Ugh. And now he's squeezing me. That's just great.
"No, it's just fine. No problem. You can ride with me, it's not an issue. Just...loosen up a little. And if you move your hands even six inches higher, I'm cutting them off and leaving them in the dirt."
She takes a sip from the waterskin.
Should have filled this thing with sake. Why didn't I fill this thing with sake.
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