[Post here first!] Tamatoshi Bay

Tamatoshi, a better back drop could never of been chosen. Standing on the opening to the bay. Next to him sat another man, clad in all black, minus a faded white obi. Even his black hair, greasy as it was, matched his kimono. A wooden wrist restraint keeping his hands together. His piercing yellow gaze coming up to gaze upon the man who stood over him, a patterned blue and white haori hiding his wakizashi within the confines of his baggy white kimono. The dark man spoke, his voice gravely.

"You bring me to sit outside your bar, Shinamori... What is it you want? Keeping me cuffed, taking my swords... Keeping me confined..."

The other man, presumably Shinamori, spoke. His voice was silky, almost of venom.

"Do not speak my name as such, 'Dark' Samurai. I am Setoku-sama to you. Nothing more, nothing less. I brought you here for an opportune moment. See that ship?"

Setoku pointed to a distant European styled ship. Massive compared to what this harbor had. Setoku slowly smiled, drawing his Katana, a strange substance coating the blade.

"You will head my Empire as a puppet. Genji-sama, Anzen-sama, and especially Akiyama-dono may not know of your existence. That ship carries Kefka, a drug with addicting and hallocengenic properties to the lands surrounding us. Jeoncho and that paltry Quyring, or whatever it's called. Your job will be to make sure it makes it..."

Setoku took a step away from the man, a slight breeze pushing back his haori, as he smiled seemingly at the ocean. The dark man sneered.

"And if I refuse, Setoku? What then? They will all know of your actions and your attempt to Dishonor them."

Setoku's smile faded as he heard this. But he merely turned his head to face the man.

"Dishonor? Honor is for the dead, Samurai. And you will not refuse... Of this, I know."

It was in a heart beat, the sound of metal slicing through air, and then flesh, as crimson liquid jumped from the dark man, and his posture sunk more.

"It's been two months since I met the Kounichi, and unlike you, even with her broken resolve, she understands honor and loyalty far more than you... Trash."

Setoku brought himself closer, kneeling down to push the man on his back. Withdrawing a strange bamboo object from his obi, and painting the Kanji for 'knit' upon his wound, watching as it slowly closed the chest wound up.

"The drug that I coated my blade with should show you a new way. A way to stay alive. You and I have similarities. It's my only interest in removing you from that prison. So enjoy it... Honorless Samurai. And welcome... Home."

Setoku rose back to full height, as two burly men grabbed the fallen man, dragging him towards a building close by.

"Genji-sama. I do this merely for my own gain, never forget that. You will win this war, and you will not suspect this humble Samurai."

Setoku turned from the ocean, and begun his trek back too the Manor. His drugs were getting ready to be unleashed in new lands, while his cannibas thrived business wise here - The true war had only just begun.

As the Ship landed, the captain stormed down the gang plank, raising a hand at Setoku.
"YOU!" he said accusingly "Don't you ever ask me for anything again! T-THAT MONSTER!" he said.

The captains lackeys set to work unloading various goods. One of which was a large create... which had been tied shut on top of being nailed.

The captain drew near and in a quieter tone. " He cut one of my men's hands off! For cheating at a game!"
The man had a fevered look. " I don't mind doing business with you, but never! ever again ask me to bring THAT anywhere!"

"...Was this suppose to hold me? I thought it a game brother." The Bronzed man within the box exclaimed. The box lurched and tipped over... And after a few harsh thuds, the end of the wooden box gave way.

The Desert dweller hoisted himself out from the box , and rolled in the sand laughing. Ah thank the light the tossing had stopped! It had be marvelous to see so much water... but upon learning it was trick by the all mother as none of it could be drank Tam felt wary of it.

" Ahaha, a fine joke Captain, I had almost began to think you lied to me." Tam stretched his towering form, rolling his shoulder. " I do not like boats Setoku... The tossing makes me toss! " He laughed moving to greet Setoku properly, but stopped seeing his brother's bared steel, Tam simply waited, as if not to interrupt a conversation, but could not help but smile widely at his comrade.

Tam watched as Setoku sheathed his sword and shrugged, no dance yet. The Bronzed man watched Setoku kick open the spider hole, a very simple trick , this must be the decoy as anyone looking would have found it, surely.

Tam went for the traditional forearm grasp, but quickly recovered with the embrace mirroring his friends gesture.

" May water and shade grace you Setoku--san?" he asked as much as said, still not use to the odd tittles this land used.
" I have a number of stories to tell brother." At the question at his family, tam simply rolled his eyes and grinned. " Always jest with you brother. If you would tell me how you were, i'd be able to answer your question."

Tam caught the strange glances, and stares, but paid them little mind. These stares didn't bother him anymore than the greenwalkers back home did.

Seeing the child move to him, tam squatted, to move to eye level with the child still smiling, he held both his hinds in front of himself , fingers splayed when the child's mother halted him. Tam had never lied, and was not a danger. The desert dweller pulled a thin silver chain one of his pockets and offered it to the child....

The mother however simply bowed again and hurried her child away... Saddness touched the bronzed man's expression.. Oh well nothing new there... He snorted , putting the chain back into his pocket.

"So, You said we had business to speak of?" Tam asked looking up at Setoku, running his hand through the sand absently.

Tam stood idly, shaking the sand from his hands.
" I'm glad you've found a roof, hopefully you've found some fair skin for your bed too?" He teased his friend wandering near him.
He had long hoped his brother would find a place to call home, and start this business he had spoken of several times in their last encounter.


" Ah war is part of the pattern no matter where we wander it seems, a good thing too, The Green walkers (main landers) are soft as it is."
Tam nodded understanding somewhat of what Setoku implied, or rather thought he understood, the Robed ones spoke in circles, and said more with implications than they did outright; it bothered Tam but he chalked it up to difference in culture from what he gathered.

At mention of building his own foothold Tam raised an eyebrow. "Has someone done you wrong bother? We can break his legs and watch the Sar'dun slither to him to feast." He suggested. Sar'dun were large, worm like creatures in the desert , they often fed of flesh , typically dead, but sometimes not. Tam had likely told Setoku of these monsters before. Tam followed Setoku listening intently.

"The tribes were divided when I left, it kept us strong, but we grew ignorant." Tam lamented. " So I understand your desire to see that change. I still find you obsession with wealth fascinating." Tam answered easily keeping pace with his long legs.

When Setoku started speaking of being attack Tam's brow furrowed. Did he really even have to ask? To help a near brother was required by The All Mother, no matter how they became your near brother. This was likely a joke. " Do you pay a spear to be sharp? " Tam teased. " I will always aid you brother, lest I cut my fingers off now and cover my Tah'nish in chalk. " He explained whole heartedly; Setoku might not understand exactly what the Desert dweller was saying, but the short of it was he'd call him self a lair and cast aside every part of who he was. " I will take my fifth from the falle and nothing more because that's all I'll earn should it come to it." He grinned.

" You mock me Setoku." Tam goded. " If we're pressed for time i'd race you there, if I knew the way" he laughed, insulting himself.

" But yes... we can speak to the Men of Shade, As I have from from the mainland some times they are the only ones with answers." Tam answered. He had found out that being called Shady was not a compliment as he had first though...the opposite infact as it implied he dealt in misdeeds against those who could not help themselves. Why someone chose that life he never understood, it was likely a green walker thing. They seldom trusted what was in their hand, and seemed always to trust what was in the air.

" As long as there is water and shade, we will be fine." He said, throwing the long bladed spear over his shoulders and relaxed both arms across it.

" Oh, that reminds me, speaking of fair skin. I have  a gift for you when we halt for a while." The desert dweller said nodding at the leather tube at his left hip. " I've found thing you'd probably care to see." he said with a grin. 

" Well , it's one of those things that can be enjoyed when ever, but you might want to sit down for it." He joshed.
" I met a man while in the green lands, he was especially skilled in etchings and taught me enough I could earn a living should I ever break my legs." He said. " And let's say I found some fair skin that sat quietly enough I did my mentor proud, so so suggested his crimson face!" He laughed, he patted the tube of lewd figures. " So pray tell, what are we asking the Men of Shade?"

(Shinamori Setoku )

" You know how western pillow dancers love fire drops (rubies), they love them even more when they just have to sit and let you draw them, I had a few ask to keep the etchings , in exchange for---well you'd likely guess." If there ever was a shit eating grin, it was on this man's face as he spoke of the various figures he captured on paper with charcoal and ink. Some of theses stories might make their star's turn pink with how ...detailed tam was about his descriptions of their figures.

"Ahh...but yes anyhow... If these men of shade do not help, we will simply break them until they help. I am find with that, as I trust you Setoku." Tam took on a somber tone from his usual joking tone. "If you say we must speak , and not harm, these men, so be it, you are my near brother and I trust you with my life..., Should it come to mother lay us to rest, then so be it there is no one i'd rather die with than you." He said firmly.