Kiyoko
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Roleplay posts: 39 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Dec 29, 2019 15:23:02 GMT -8
The woman blinked before gaping at him as he poured the alcohol over the book and set it aflame. Rapidly she took flight after him grumbling under her breath the whole time. She easily flitted up the stairs, catching up to him and following the way they had entered back out to the street. She just scowled increasingly as she glared back to the exorcist.
"What kind of irresponsible... Little brat... that dares to call themselves an exorcist... are you?!" She snapped, chest heaving in anger. "There were innocent souls trapped there!"
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Isamu Ping
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Roleplay posts: 53 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Dec 31, 2019 8:48:59 GMT -8
"I don't want to hear criticism from a dead woman."
Isamu says calmly as he pulls out his pipe and sparks it. Little motes of sparks landing in the herbs inside putting them to light as he inhales sending them to smouldering. Letting out a puff of smoke he watches as the building slowly catches fire. He had let the neighbours know this was going to happen early that day so they'ed wetted the timber of their buildings to stop it from catching.
As the building begins to burn the holy fire purifies the malignant spirit that was hanging onto the timbers and without anything to hold them the souls of its victims were being set free. Admittedly it wasn't as pleasant a transition as a proper send-off would be but it would get them where they needed to go as quickly as possible and that's what mattered when you were destroying an evil spirit. You had to be quick and decisive you couldn't waste time trying to make sure everyone was happy.
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Kiyoko
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 3, 2020 23:14:59 GMT -8
The woman glared at him- visibly trembling with rage as her golden eyes flared. She stared at him for a long time before she suddenly moved- faster than should have been naturally possible.
But then again she wasn't exactly a natural being.
She stepped up to him and smacked him across the face before she yanked him down to her level. "Too bad- cause you're going to hear it now. The girl- again for some damned reason- believes you will be able to help her. She's inheriting my curse. And it's going to come for her. And soon. She's run for long enough- she needs to learn to fight and control herself. If you can't do it- which I doubt you can- then send her somewhere where there's actually someone who can help her. And if you don't I swear-I'll make sure your soul burns as much as hers does." She hissed the dark promise at him before Kiyoko's body seemed to pulse and she winced loosening her grip on his robes. "... Out of time... damn." She hissed suddenly as the gold drained out of her eyes returning the familiar green before they rolled back into her head and Kiyoko- because she'd returned to her body now- slumped forward against Ping.
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 5, 2020 8:10:29 GMT -8
Isamu grunts as he is grabbed his pipe falling to the ground with a clatter. His eyes flicker with annoyance at the attack and he is about to retort with significant venom when the spirit pulls the ultimate in dick moves and flees the body. This leaves him catching the now limp form of Kiyoko as she slumps against him.
With an annoyed snort, he slowly lowers her to the ground propping her up against a nearby building. Picking up his pip he dusts it off, repacks the bowl, and relights it. This done he grabs his prayer beads and begins to deliver last rites as he watches the building burn. This hadn't exactly gone to plan but he would deal with it when the girl wakes.
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Kiyoko
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 9, 2020 13:31:46 GMT -8
Kiyoko remained unconscious for the whole of the last rights, slumped in a limp heap. Just as he was beginning to finish his prayer though, she started to stir slowly. Though it was clearly not easy. Much like wading through a dense fog trying to claw her way back to the waking world.
Her brow twitched once- twice- three times. Before her nose did a little sniffle and she let out a sharp sneeze, waking up suddenly. She'd been awoken by the ash in the air.
A drawn-out groan left her lips as reflexively her hand came up to her head, pressing her palm against her temple. It felt like a beehive had decided to take residence between her ears. And she could feel the exhaustion already in her bones that meant she'd used far too much power in one evening. Her eyes slowly drifted open and she shook herself a bit as her vision flickered back into view. Everything just seemed... orange. And red... And it was rather hot...
Kiyoko nearly jumped to her feet only to crumple back onto the ground, her eyes wide and lucid as she took in the massive fire. "B-By the gods!"
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 10, 2020 17:25:18 GMT -8
"Calm down."
Isamu says, his tone wasn't harsh just calm and even. He had finished the last rites for all of the spirits and was now sitting and smoking his pipe once more as he watches the inn burn.
"This is often how these things end. The Yokai leaves such a deleterious aura on a building that it will linger on even after the exorcism. It can drive new inhabitants to violence and sometimes the birth of a new Yokai." He pauses and pulls out his flask taking a pull. "Better to burn the building and consecrate the ashes so that something new can be built atop the ruins." He holds his clenched fist up to towards her and then opens his fingers so his palm faces the sky. "From the ashes reborn as the phoenix."
If she looked around she would see that the fire wasn't spreading. Some of the locales were out to watch the burn as well. Occasionally they would toss a bucket of water on their own houses to ensure that it was too damp for a spark to take. This had all been planned in advance by Isamu that much was now abundantly clear.
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Kiyoko
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 12, 2020 21:47:58 GMT -8
There had been small hints of fizzling pink energy about her in her panic as she took in the burning building but as she listened to Ping and then looked around seeing the fire was actually well contained and seemingly under control she did head his words and calm down. The fizzling pink energy disappeared as her shoulders sank and she slumped back against the wall- the momentary rush of energy she'd gotten from the adrenaline leaving her all at once leaving her exhausted.
She closed her eyes trying to remember what had happened. She couldn't remember anything after her head striking the ground and the sudden rush of darkness. She pursed her lips as she reached up and tapped her head only to whimper a bit in pain, pulling her hand back seeing blood dotting her fingers. So much for her first mission as an exorcist. The man who was to be her teacher had to carry her out after she passed out like a child.
She pursed her lips as she screwed her eyes, mentally berating herself. What on earth was she thinking? She couldn't even handle the first assignment he took her on. She was still far too weak. But still...
She sucked in a deep breath as she forced strength back into her limbs and forced herself up to rest on her knees. The world was spinning and she still felt nauseous- she still could smell the decaying bodies, the smell of burning flesh was on the air and not exactly helping. Not to mention how her vision shook with head trauma and exhaustion. She continued though, turning to face Ping and taking another steadying breath, bent at the waist setting her forehead on her outstretched hands. "Ping-sama... please forgive me for... the pitiful display. I... I am weak and untrained... b-but I can still be of use to you as your student. I wasn't... I wasn't prepared for this reality. B-But I want to be. Please. Still c-consider... consider me as... as a candidate." She forced out. By the end, she was trembling visibly with the effort to hold the position and not tip over. But she refused to show the same weakness again.
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 13, 2020 17:28:54 GMT -8
Isamu keeps his eyes trained on the fire as Kiyoko struggles to regain some of her composure. She'd hit her head pretty hard and he would be taking her to a doctor once the fire died down. She was conscious for now and he assumed that if her life was in danger then the spirit inside of her would have mentioned it when she was berating him.
Looking over at the girl he absently reaches into a pocket and pulls out a strip of clean cloth which he hands to her. It was usually nice to wipe away some of the dirt and grime after a hard-fought battle. Then he turns back to the fire as she starts begging for his consideration with tears choking her voice, it spoke to both her standards for herself and her desire to learn that she was so distraught over her performance.
"You are pretty upset for someone who passed her tests with flying colours."
The last dregs of smoke come out of his tobacco and he absently tamps out the pip on the cobbles before tucking it away. His voice was rather bland as he delivered this information and then he turns to her giving her an approving look.
"This was about testing to see whether you had the nerve to be a true exorcist. You didn't back down when I gave you the option, you didn't run away no matter how badly your nerves were shaking, and you even managed to land a few hits on the Yokai." He shrugs his shoulders. "I didn't expect you to slay the Yokai by yourself if you could do that you wouldn't need a teacher. You did good kid, your training will start properly once you are healed up."
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Kiyoko
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 14, 2020 20:54:11 GMT -8
Shock gripped Kiyoko- almost completely dispelling the nausea and dizziness when Ping finally spoke after her rabbling. That wasn't... what she expected in the slightest. Her eyes were wide as she slowly looked up at him seeing the offered cloth as well as the look of a approval on his face. She hesitantly sat up- whether she moved slowly from shock or from the pain in her head it was hard to tell- as she reached for the cloth taking it carefully. Her brain processed his words, probably half as fast as she would have under normal circumstances. But when she did, her hand tightened around the cloth as her eyes lit up.
Immediately she stooped again to bow to him only to hurriedly scrambling to catch herself before she tipped over. "Thank you! T-Thank you so much Ping-sama. I-I will not let you down. Thank you." She stammered as she took a breath to steady herself and push back into a sitting position before reaching up to carefully press the cloth to the small gash in her forehead.
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 15, 2020 17:06:21 GMT -8
Grunting Isamu turns his attention back to the fire. "Anyone can learn to exorcise demons, I am proof of that. What can't be taught is bravery. If you can't stand your ground against a Yokai then you are just going to get yourself killed. So better we find out if you can manage in a situation in which I can save you if you freeze up than train you and put you out there only to get killed the first time you see one." He hadn't really explained this before since it lessened the impact of the lesson if she knew that he could have handled the demon by himself.
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Kiyoko
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 18, 2020 22:02:22 GMT -8
Kiyoko blinked at that thinking about it. "I... I suppose that...makes sense?" She said slowly though it was getting a bit hard to think with the pain in her head. "... A bit dangerous but... I-If I haven't wasted your time then, I am glad for it." She said as she attempted to get back to her feet only for her legs to give out again almost immediately and she gave a minute wince. Leaning from her actions she used her bow to help her get back up to her feet, leaning heavily on it and back against the house.
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 19, 2020 14:39:38 GMT -8
The roof finally caves in and a mass of sparks and embers go shooting up into the air. Once everything settles and it is clear no fires have started Isamu gets to his feet. He takes her arm and loops it around his shoulders taking her weight onto his body. "Come on, let's get you to the healer." He says walking her away from the site of the burning building. The fire should purify what darkness remained but he would take her back near the end of the week to consecrate the grounds to be safe. For right this moment she needed to get her head checked out. He was sure she was fine, she was conscious and talking which was a good sign. The rest, they'd worry about later.
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Kiyoko
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 20, 2020 16:25:44 GMT -8
Kiyoko was grateful for the help standing and walking even if it was a bit embarrassing. "I'm sorry to make you take me. I'll try... To be more careful... Next time." She said haltingly as she began to focus more on her walking and staying upright. She tried to not put all her weight on Isamu, but it was difficult not to, especially as they walked back up the road that had seemingly been an easy trip before. Everything hurt, she was drained emotionally, physically and spiritually and she wanted nothing more than a nice bowl of soup and to curl up on her bedroll. She raised her eyes again to Ping, she realized if she didn't stop talking, she'd probably just nod off again and collapse and she didn't want to make him carry her again. "Are you alright? Did... Did you get... hurt... in the fight?"
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 20, 2020 18:51:22 GMT -8
"A few scrapes and bruises but nothing serious. I knew what to expect." He says with a grunt. "You get that with experience no amount of training prepares you for it." He takes a breath and then continues. "It was a young Yokai, so it hadn't gathered up too much miasma yet. Not really a threat but you still need to be on your guard. You helped in the end, distracted it with your shield so I could finish it off." They round a corner and the apothecary comes into view.
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Kiyoko
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 20, 2020 20:24:23 GMT -8
She perked up a bit at that giving him a bit of a smile. "Really? I did?" She asked sounding a bit incredulous at the idea. "I hadn't really meant to. Well I mean, if I knew I could I would've done so, but I wasn't really... thinking... of doing anything at that moment...Am I making any sense?" She asked lightly, feeling a bit faint again. She honestly didn't quite know what she was saying anymore.
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 21, 2020 16:17:06 GMT -8
"You are doing just fine." He says as he knocks on the door of the shop. The door opens and they head inside. The healer immediately taking Kiyoko over to a cot and laying her out examining her head wound. He is a middle-aged man and he moves with quick precise movements salving the wound with a foul-smelling poultice before binding it tightly. He then gives her a tincture to help with the pain instructing her to rest for the next few days and to return right away if she has any nausea or dizziness.
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Kiyoko
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 22, 2020 12:34:07 GMT -8
Kiyoko was a good patient, moving when directed, trying to keep her grunts of pain to a minimum, answering questions as they were asked and nodding slowly- so as to not aggravate her injury- to his directions. She felt much better already, her head a bit heavy still but there was no lancing pain at the very least.
"Thank you very much, doctor." She said sincerely as she sat up, bowing her head deeply to him, accepting the tincture. "How much do I owe you?" She asked gently as she went to for the small purse she kept concealed in her robes. She did not have much quite obviously, but she did have a small amount of coin her family and village had sent with her.
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 22, 2020 19:16:24 GMT -8
The healer reaches out and places a hand on her forearm moving it from her small purse. "Your master has done me many favours in the past. I would not charge his student." He gives her a warm smile and he removes his hand.
Isamu was presently outside of the shop not wanting to crowd it. He was sitting on the stoop his pip in one hand as he taps his empty flask against his leg. Setting the holy fire had left him dry so he only had the pipeweed to enjoy.
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Kiyoko
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 22
Physical Description: Kiyoko is an elegant young woman, standing at about 5'6" tall. She is by no means frail, but would not be described as visually appearing strong- her strength is not one that can be observed by the eye alone. She has long gray hair that flows over her shoulders, reaching down to her calves, often tied in long pigtails by red ribbons. Her eyes are a deep forest green that are piercing and clever, but soft in a way surprising for a priestess.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of her hakui and red hakama, but for festival times when she may change into a kimono or a white chihaya. She carries prayer beads and sutras with her though concealed. In the occasion where she must fight, she will don her bow and quiver with arrows doused in holy waters and oils.
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Post by Kiyoko on Jan 23, 2020 13:09:59 GMT -8
She looked up at him in surprise before she bowed her head again deeply. "Thank you doctor, you are very kind. I hope to be strong soon so I may help Ping-sama and help you by extension. I am in your debt." She said before carefully standing up again. She felt much better standing up now though she was clearly still not at a hundred percent. But it was enough that she could walk on her own if it was slowly.
"Thank you again doctor! Have a good evening." She called as she slid open the door carefully.
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Isamu Ping
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Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jan 23, 2020 18:14:46 GMT -8
Ping looks over as she exits the shop. "All better I see." He gets to his feet and dusts himself off. "Right, I am sure he prescribed bed rest so let's get you back to the temple." He waits for her to come to his side and then offers his arm. It was clear she was still struggling so letting her take some of the weight off was the least he could do. They head back to the temple, it was time to rest, for now at least.
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