Delve
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Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 28
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 10:16:19 GMT -8
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Post by Delve on Jan 4, 2016 17:26:53 GMT -8
Makoto stuck her tongue out childishly at the samurai that held her, there was still a lot to learn from everyone around her, and it was evident that she was very behind in having proper manners. The mention of food only put her guard down as she sat down on her ankles, knees bent forward, palms on her lap, and a look of determination as she stared at the Daimyo. Being famished place her demeanor at attention, alert, and finally relaxed although her mouth was watering as she bowed.
"Thank you. I will humbly join you for dinner." She said with a smile.
"I trust that you will steer us all on the proper path that would aid all citizens of the Empire." Shin bowed his head it was clear his fox-face was permanent, "I will gladly join you for dinner. I expect this offer of kindness warrants something in exchange. What would that be?" It could be a number of things, a Daimyo had many responsibilities, and Shin usually questioned everything even something as subtle as being offered food. Like anything in this world in order to become a part of clan a trial is usually met and Shin was curious as to what that would be.
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Post by Daimyo Ryuk-Rakka Hoshi no Ken on Jan 12, 2016 18:29:59 GMT -8
"Unlike me, the Mist will train you without mercy or kindness. What i'm expecting is that you two will remember the kindness the Shiniga has shown you, and that you will learn the physical and mental ways of Shiniga. Take what you've learned and share it with your land so that it can prosper.
But for now, to my home to eat!" Ryuk spoke before departing, hoping the two would follow behind him.
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Delve
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 28
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 10:16:19 GMT -8
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Post by Delve on Jan 16, 2016 12:53:09 GMT -8
Makoto stood up after the Daimyo following all of Shin's movements, she was starting to get the hang of displaying respect, and it was obvious that she was quick at learning. Shin placed his sword on his back, teru bōzu doll swung by the hilt, and as a warrior having a weapon at all times was simply an extension of his body. The land was at peace for now, the tension among the people was escalating, and there was nothing wrong with being on alert at all times.
The Naginata was much taller than Makoto but she still managed to sheathe it on her back despite the sharp blade hovering over head. The gilded details of the blade revealed that it was rather old which was continuously conditioned over time between several generations of her family. Being famished made her equally as eager, she listened to the men speak poetically, and in the end she was still focused on food feeling her own mouth water at the thought of it.
The pair followed behind the Daimyo leaving the dojo, they both put their shoes back on as they ventured back outside following quickly behind Ryuk, Makoto noticed her horse was gone but she figured it was relocated somewhere else and she would inquire about it later.
/exit
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