Omura Kawakami
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52 
Age: 46
Physical Description: Middle-aged, clean shaven with a short and tight topknot.
Clothes and Equipment: Stately grey layers suiting of his position as a Kiyonai official. Katana and wakizashi.
Player's online availability : Primarily evenings.
Registered: Jul 26, 2015 9:41:31 GMT -8
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Post by Omura Kawakami on Dec 23, 2015 22:40:35 GMT -8
Omura had been listening the entire time. He heard Isao address him, and yet when he spoke, it was to the boisterous samurai who had entered the establishment with the nodachi. He took another sip of his tea, hoping he wouldn't have to get up.
"If you don't provide legitimate proof of your stated reason for being here, then you must leave her alone."
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Kegareta Chosokabe
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 42
Physical Description: Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 180 lbs
Kegareta is somewhat muscular, with very tanned features from spending most of his time outdoors. He moves with almost a frantic energy, incapable of sitting still for very long. And he only stops smiling when money is mentioned.
Clothes and Equipment:
Kegareta wears filthy, tattered robes that barely fit him, and keeps a few leather pieces of armor in a sackcloth bag along with his food. The only object of any value on his person is his odachi, which he keeps in its sheath slung over his back.
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Registered: Dec 19, 2015 13:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Kegareta Chosokabe on Dec 24, 2015 5:20:43 GMT -8
Omura had been listening the entire time. He heard Isao address him, and yet when he spoke, it was to the boisterous samurai who had entered the establishment with the nodachi. He took another sip of his tea, hoping he wouldn't have to get up. "If you don't provide legitimate proof of your stated reason for being here, then you must leave her alone."
Stepping outside, Kegareta looked at the coin in his hand and grinned. All things considered, he had come out on the winning side. And maybe now, Miss Ruby won't travel alone anymore. It's not a safe country for any young girl. |
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Momotaro
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 88
Physical Description: 6'0 Old, bearded, wrinkly, friendly demeanor
Clothes and Equipment: long white robe, long wooden black bo staff which doubles as a walking stick, small sword called a tanto (essentially a dagger katana), a flute
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 17:47:22 GMT -8
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Post by Momotaro on Dec 25, 2015 10:29:31 GMT -8
The old man had missed most of the commotion, but he was there to see the aftermath. People definitely seemed tense and there were traces of blood on the floor as he walked into the inn. "Well isn't this a turn of events, to come after the fighting as already ended." His tone was slightly sarcastic and grave. "Well, if anyone needs a healer..." he announced as he sat down.
The rather obvious pheasant sitting on his head got about as much acknowledgment from him as a hat. Something about the creature's demeanor also seemed uncharacteristically serious and calm.
"A silver ryo to the first person to get me some tea and decent Imoni!" He pulled out the coin and placed it in front of him, then pulled out his flute, on which he began to play a haunting melody.
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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 20:37:02 GMT -8
Samari hops off her horse, ties it up, and runs inside the inn as fast as she can.
"Drinks! Lots of drinks! I want to forget about eighteen days worth of memories!"
She throws a few coins onto the counter, breathing heavily.
"Oh yeah, and I'd like to book rooms, too. A lot of rooms. Enough for twenty-five samurai and five priests. And a lord. Lord Yatana is coming. Prepare your finest room and make it about four times fancier."
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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 25, 2015 20:59:52 GMT -8
Riku had taken her steed, escorted it to the stables, and ensured that it was properly cared for and tended to. The wave-man helped the stable hand remove the bit and bridle before the saddle was removed. Her horse would also get brushed but beyond that he let the stable hand inspect the hooves and see to it being fed its meal. When that was all finished he entered the inn a good half an hour later and greeted Samari with a smile seeing her having arranged for the rooms and drinking sake.
He left his daisho at the front of the inn and approached Samari. However, he had a second thought and he let his smile fade. Riku didn't want to impose and eighteen days of silence had suggested she'd rather drink alone. So, he bowed and walked away from her to go find a seat on the veranda outside. He slumped down and leaned against the inn and watched the streets. He listened to the sound of a flute being played inside and rapped his fingers on his leg to the sound and rhythm.
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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 21:11:55 GMT -8
Samari is drinking heavily when she realizes that Riku isn't with her.
Oh dear. Where is he? Lord Yanata will have my hide if I've lost him.
She stands up, swaying slightly, and runs outside. Luckily, Riku is right there.
"What are you doing out here? Come inside, you scared me. I'm supposed to keep track of you."
She turns and pulls him inside, but slips, losing her balance.
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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 25, 2015 21:20:04 GMT -8
He was nibbling on a candy at the time as he sat outside with the stick of dangu hanging from his mouth. Riku looked up to her when she staggered outside smelling of sake. "Oh, hello-" All too quickly she grabbed him, pulled him - or tried to anyways - and stumbled because of it. Riku tried to push himself up, to attempt to catch her from falling but all he managed to do was yank on her hakama cords and kosode as his hand grabbed blindly at her attire. He fairly yelped in his realization as he pulled her painfully on top of himself, inviting certain drunken rage.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 10:50:06 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2015 21:35:02 GMT -8
"Samari, report."
The emotionless voice cannot be mistaken, Daimyo Rin'Si looks a the two young warriors sprawled on the ground together. He is flanked by samurai who are stifling laughter, covering their mouths with their hands. The Daimyo's stone face gives away nothing, but Samari would know he is disappointed.
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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 22:31:31 GMT -8
"Oh!"
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS WHAT IS HE DOING ON TOP OF ME I SHOULD- oh gods there's the lord. I'm dead. I'm sooooo dead.
"Er...I've secured the rooms, my lord. I've done all the things you asked of me. I was just about to head out and report, but was...er...caught up looking for Riku here."
With an irritated grunt, she shoves Riku off and stands up, dusting herself off.
"Sorry for the wait, sir."
She sways slightly, putting a hand on a table to steady herself.
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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 25, 2015 22:37:18 GMT -8
Pushed aside and treated like the circumstances were entirely his fault, Riku quirked his mouth in disappointment. He tried to ignire the laughter but blushed as he felt humiliated. So, Riku tried to quietly step away from the Daimyo and her... What was she exactly? With a sigh he bowed and maintained the bow until he was dismissed.
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Ruby Fletcher
Dedicated
Bored
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Physical Description: The youngest member of the rich part of the Fletcher family, Ruby is small and innocent looking. She has white hair and a pretty face, as well as fancy, fashionable clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: She generally wears a dress and a bow in her hair, playing up her "sweet innocent little girl" look. She doesn't carry weapons, but instead has a small pet cat named Sharky in her handbag.
Registered: Aug 20, 2015 14:28:59 GMT -8
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Post by Ruby Fletcher on Dec 25, 2015 22:45:54 GMT -8
Ruby turns away from Isao to look at the two samurai making a scene in the middle of the inn. She giggles, and bursts into laughter when the lord comes in and reprimands them. Sharky squirms in her grasp, but she keeps a firm hold on him.
"Excuse me, Mr...er, I'm not sure of your name. But do you know who that is? That lord who just walked in?"
She strokes Sharky, calming him down somewhat. The cat sits still, but his tail flicks constantly, a clear sign of his annoyance.
"Shh...it's all right. I'll put you down when I'm sure you won't get cut in half."
Ruby feeds him a piece of bread.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 10:50:06 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2015 5:14:19 GMT -8
"You know the punishment for drinking on duty."
The corners of the Daimyo's mouth move almost imperceptible downward, as he says this. Samari is well acquainted with the punishment which is a 10km run. The Lord does not consider a task completed until it's been reported, something the impatient young samurai struggles with. He then turns his piercing gaze to Riku and says.
"Keep an eye on her, going forward."
With this matter settled in his eyes Lord Yanata enters the inn properly. He settles the remainder of payment with the inn keeper, then retires to his rooms.
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Ashikaga Isao
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 358
Age: Adulthood
Physical Description: Lean, perhaps no taller than 5'8", Isao has the pedigree of a noble samurai. He has handsome features downplayed by a serious disposition. His hair is long, black and tied in a formal topknot. His eyes are a dark brown with flesh gently kissed by the sun.
Clothes and Equipment: Haori, kosode, obi, hakama, tabi, and waraji or zori. Daisho.
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 5:29:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashikaga Isao on Dec 26, 2015 10:31:52 GMT -8
"Hmm..."
At Ruby's indication the young Ashikaga samurai appraised the ensuring scene between the Yanata samurai, the wave-man, and the Lord of the Yanata. While Isao had not known these samurai before, he was privy to heraldry and identified the Yanata Clan by the distinctive kamon worn on their trappings. Isao cut his eyes and gave the man a formal nod. "We should leave," he informed Omura. His eyes cut back to Ruby and he said, "They are members of the Yanata Clan. I should return to the Hizashi Mansion and inform my Lord of their samurai in his province. I don't know why they are here but he needs to be informed."
With a curt nod Isao stood and told an inn servant, "Inform the young woman and man upstairs that when they are recovered, seek out his Lordship Hizashi Genji at his estate."
He then collected his belongings and decided against staying the night. Isao would depart alongside Omura to return to Genji's mansion with news of the arrival of the Yanata Clan.
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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 26, 2015 11:04:43 GMT -8
Samari grits her teeth, her face burning red in irritation.
"Yes sir."
What is this? What does he think he's doing? I can't believe this. Ten kilometers...that's not too bad. I know of a guy who does that every day. A hundred push-ups, sit-ups, and squats, too. But he went bald. I don't wanna go bald. But having him put Riku in charge of me...that's cruel. He may as well have slapped me across the face.
She mutters something incoherent and stumbles out of the inn to start on the run, whether Riku is coming or not.
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Ruby Fletcher
Dedicated
Bored
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Physical Description: The youngest member of the rich part of the Fletcher family, Ruby is small and innocent looking. She has white hair and a pretty face, as well as fancy, fashionable clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: She generally wears a dress and a bow in her hair, playing up her "sweet innocent little girl" look. She doesn't carry weapons, but instead has a small pet cat named Sharky in her handbag.
Registered: Aug 20, 2015 14:28:59 GMT -8
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Post by Ruby Fletcher on Dec 26, 2015 11:08:58 GMT -8
Ruby watches as the drunken female samurai leaves, then turns to see that Isao has gone as well. Strange folk, these samurai. Especially that one. He has white hair, just like her. He almost looks like a mainlander! She walks over carelessly, smiling. "Hey, I'm Ruby. Are you from the mainland? I'm from there as well." Sharky meows, and Ruby puts him on the table, where he loafs.  "Oh yeah, and this is Sharky. He's my cat." Sharky does not acknowledge his name being mentioned. |
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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 26, 2015 11:14:44 GMT -8
In consideration of his new responsibility of keeping an eye on Samari, Riku followed after the woman as she stumbled outside. However, just as he was about to pass through the threshold a foreign girl approached him. Riku paused and looked to Ruby with bewilderment in his eyes. Her hair completely threw him off as he had never seen another who had hair as white as snow as he did. He was at an impasse as he was torn between his new found duty to his Lord and his curiosity in the young woman. With a blink Riku shook his head and resolved not to indulge himself.
"I'm Riku and no, I'm not from the mainland," he explained himself. "But I can't linger long. I have to follow Samari-san."
He raced out the door to follow after Samari in hopes she had not disappeared into the night so soon. Riku had no desire to disappoint Rin'Si so he quickly followed behind Samari, likely in better condition than her. Her drinking would have her heaving on the wayside before long.
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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 26, 2015 12:24:11 GMT -8
Samari stumbles back inside, supported by Riku. The two head up to Samari's room, where she promptly collapses onto the futon. The impatient samurai is not doing well at all, and groans softly as she lies on the futon.
Has it really been so long since I went drinking that I get this sick? How much did I drink? Two bottles? Three?
She curls up on top of the futon, closing her eyes and turning away from Riku.
"You can go now, Riku."
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Momotaro
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 88
Physical Description: 6'0 Old, bearded, wrinkly, friendly demeanor
Clothes and Equipment: long white robe, long wooden black bo staff which doubles as a walking stick, small sword called a tanto (essentially a dagger katana), a flute
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 17:47:22 GMT -8
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Post by Momotaro on Dec 26, 2015 12:29:49 GMT -8
Having finished his song, Momotaro stretches. He was scarcely paying attention to the antics of the samurai, and showed little fear or reverence towards the daimyo. After all he was much older than him. The pheasant creature eyed Riku and Samari as they left.
Having finally received his soup and tea, he felt much more at ease. Maybe it was time to get to know everyone. He stood up and took his tray over to the seat next to Ruby Fletcher. The pheasant hopped off his head and waddled alongside him, bobbing his head back and forth as pheasants are wont to do.
"I suppose young people are uppity in every culture. You're not from around here, are you."
He also turned to the cat with a smile. The pheasant was far less trusting, unfurling his tail feathers and spreading his wings to appear bigger than he was.
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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 26, 2015 12:35:55 GMT -8
"Rest well," was all that Riku managed to offer Samari when she dismissed him. With her secured on her futon for the evening he left the room and shut the door behind him. He would tell a passing servant to bring Samari a fresh basin of water to wash her face and water to drink - he would insist the servant encourage her to drink before she fell asleep to make her morning easier to bear. Riku later returned downstairs and sighed. He realized the inn was quieter and there were fewer samurai about. The Yanata Clansmen were either drinking or retiring and two unknown samurai from earlier had departed. He spied the same foreign girl with the unusual white hair. He pulled a mochi out of his sleeve and chewed on it a moment before he approached.
He regarded Momotaro with a polite bow. Was he a monk? The man looked the part. He extended the same courtesy to Ruby.
"Excuse me. I hope I am not imposing, but might I join you two for tea perhaps? Rice would also be welcome."
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Ruby Fletcher
Dedicated
Bored
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Physical Description: The youngest member of the rich part of the Fletcher family, Ruby is small and innocent looking. She has white hair and a pretty face, as well as fancy, fashionable clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: She generally wears a dress and a bow in her hair, playing up her "sweet innocent little girl" look. She doesn't carry weapons, but instead has a small pet cat named Sharky in her handbag.
Registered: Aug 20, 2015 14:28:59 GMT -8
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Post by Ruby Fletcher on Dec 26, 2015 12:43:42 GMT -8
Ruby smiles at the old man, and Sharky bats at the pheasant.
"Yeah, I'm from the mainland. I like it here, though. It's...exciting."
She turns back to Riku as he joins the two of them.
"Oh, hi Riku! You're back! What was that all about, anyway?"
Reaching extending a hand, she introduces herself.
"I'm Ruby. Ruby Fletcher. Nice to meet you."
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