Warlord Shintaro Nishida
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Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312 
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 23, 2016 14:31:28 GMT -8
"Glad it was to your liking. Would you care for my servants to draw a bath for you before dinner?" Shintaro was very observative with his one eye, he could tell it had been some time since she had a good bath, even with her best attempts to put on airs. He figured she'd appreciate the gesture. Things were at the point in Aozora's development that Shintaro could enjoy those first world luxuries in his castle.
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Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 23, 2016 14:41:46 GMT -8
Whoo! Whoo! A bath and dinner. Seems she was wrapping this one around her little finger rather quickly.
Osma smiled hide her smirk as she clapped her hands together. "I would greatly enjoy one! Everyone here is so nice. What a grand kingdo- opps, I mean..." What was he going to organized this place has? "Country this will be." She looked to the servant-san person and waited for someone to tell her where to go. A few seconds past before she asked, " Will anyone be able to send for my things? I have other clothes and this has been so long worn."
One was not permitted to rise until the leader did, or until they were asked to do so.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 23, 2016 14:53:29 GMT -8
Shintaro chuckles. "Thank you madam. I shall send for your things post-haste."
Servant women would enter, "These handmaidens will escort you to your bath and shall take care of anything you need while you are staying here. Please go on ahead, you will be brought to the dining room once you are finished."
A warm bath will be made for Osma and her things will be brought to her.
Hmm, this woman knows how to get things that she wants, but that's fine by me. Who's to say I'm not manipulating things as well? Authority and charm, generosity and gratuity, it's like a dance.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 23, 2016 15:08:22 GMT -8
Osma popped up like a daisy at his dismissal. Handmaidens! People to do up her clothes. Fix her hair. Do her nails. She had been having a sour time doing it all on her own as of it late. Which was why she kept her cloak on, since the ties on her dresses back were twisted and a few of the holes had been skipped in the lacing.
"Splendid!" She didn't even notice the comment that she would be "bought to dinner" like some dog on a leash.
Yes, Shinataro likewise knew the steps in the dance to getting what one wanted.
The bathtub was welcomed and the handmaidens did their jobs well. Who didn't like being waited on hand and foot?! It took a while for her things to arrive but they did and she was redressed in a fine burgundy garment trimmed with embroidery at the high, square neckline, waist and hem. Osma might flirt to get what she wanted, but didn't give it up for free.
She was lead down a stone lined hallway,towards what she assumed was the dinning hall.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 23, 2016 17:53:28 GMT -8
Shintaro was waiting in the dining room looking at a map. He wore new clothes that reflect his homeland but with a mainland twist. His hair was neat and clean, most of it held back in a ponytail. He looked up as Osma entered the dining room and handed the map to a subordinate to take away.
On the table were some covered platters. On the platters were various meats and vegetables. There were also two different wines present.
"Ah you've arrived, looking elegant. Dinner was just completed moments ago." Dinner would be presented and Osma could help herself to whatever her taste desired there. "For wine we've got the same bottle from earlier, but I've also asked for this, 'Medanese Gold'. A fine wine that used to be made in Medan, before the regime change, I've only heard good things about this. I count myself lucky to have acquired some while I was in the country, before civil war broke out. Would you like some?"
It's unknown if Medanese Gold is even still made since Medan became Goraia, surely someone knew how to make it, but as a result of the civil war the price has only gotten higher as the supply has dwindled.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 23, 2016 18:42:02 GMT -8
The smells from the food, real food, wafted across her body as the double doors opened. There was no announcement as to who she was, for there was no one else there but Shintaro, who already knew who she was.
The heels of her newly cleaned red boots echoed across the floors. Such a nice sound. It said, " I wear better shoes than you on a floor nicer than yours." She walked with purpose to make that sound. Her eyes scanned over the platters as the servants removed them on cue to her presence. Steam rolled upwards.
There was vegetables, the names of which she knew at once. Their medicinal uses she could spout from memory. The ones that had poisons leaves or roots that could kill a person if it was ground into a powder and inhaled or boiled into tea, well...she could name those too. There was meat as well. Meat that was NOT rabbit. She could live to be eighty and never eat another stupid rabbit.
Dinner was completed he said. In an airhead moment, she thought he meant that everyone had already eaten. "Huh." She gave an offended huff before looking over the platters. They hadn't been touched and were still steaming. He meant they had just finished cooking it. Duh. Osma chuckled at herself, hoping he hadn't noticed her mood.
"You have Medanese Gold?" Her hand moved out to yank up the bottle so that she could read the label herself. "I've only heard of how good it is." For a moment, she horded it against her chest. It was his bottle and ought to be shared with the owner. "I never drink white wine. Too sweet for my taste. I prefer my wine dry and terrian-y. The darker and more bitter the better. Yet, this is supposed to be the best there is. I do hope it doesn't disappoint, like everything else that's hyped up does. So Yes, please, let's have some." She set the bottle down and snapped at a servant. Without looking at the person, she pointed to the bottle and moved to take a seat across from Shintaro. She remained standing, waiting for a servant to pull out her chair.
His servants, her servants. His castle, her castle. It was all relative in her mind.
"Planning an invasion or how to prevent one?" She inquired, having seen the map he had sent away. "Always busy, that'swhat it is to be in power. People never cease to need an "urgent" audience with you, I suppose. If it's not protecting your lands from the outside. It's land disputes from the inside. Farmers all" 'this bandit of thieves stole my livestock and they're my lively hood. How can I pay my taxes on time? Blah, blah, blah. Waaa, waaa."
The back of her heel kicked the leg of the seat. She was STILL waiting for it to be pulled out.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 23, 2016 21:21:00 GMT -8
Shintaro had gotten up to pull out her chair himself, not bothering to have a servant to it. He waited for her to seat herself before pushing the chair back in to the appropriate distance before heading back to his own seat. "Yes, let's have a try. I myself have never had any. We'll see if it lives up to its reputation."
Kun Exim would show up to open the bottle and serve it to Osma and Shin, leaving the bottle in the middle of the table along with the wine they had drunk of earlier. Shintaro was pleased so far, he'd say, "If it isn't pleasant for you, you can just spit it out and we'll drink from the other bottle."
He takes a smell of he wine and swirls it around in the glass before taking the first drink, it lingered in his mouth so that he could get all the flavor before he swallowed it. "I like it. It's so rare though, I feel I'm just going to keep it in storage for special occasions."
He'd then address her question about his business. "We're purging the surrounding territory of Bandits. After this, the roads will be completely under our control. It would be difficult if I were the only military mind, but fortunately I have some brilliant minds working for me to form strategy. I feel much more pride in this place than my father's lands back home."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 24, 2016 9:46:57 GMT -8
Shintaro rose to pull out her chair. What kind of servants were these? He seemed very calm for having to do the work himself. Perhaps he was an opportunist, like herself and saw a way to get closer .
"Oh," she softly cooed and smiled as her eyes "demurely" moved to the floor. She watched his feet as he walked around the table. The scent of lavender enveloped her in a thin veil. It wafted up from her air as she gracefully lowered to the chair. "Thank you, High Lord-" Shit. Totally still forgot his name. "Huh, what title do you prefer your loyal subjects to call you?"
With Shintaro behind her, Osma's smile clipped into a snarl as the servant finally appeared to pour the wine. Now here you are... Her smile returned the second Shintaro walked back around the table.
She snipped the sweet, honey liquid and could not stop the look of disgust on her face. It was far too sweet, with a kick of yeast. Was this what faery throw up tasted like?
She took his advice, turned to the side and let the liquid drool from her mouth, back into the goblet. "It's is very sweet. She sat the cup down so the servant could take it away and pour her some of the red wine.
"Why is that? The pride thing." Her lips smacked together to rid themselves of the taste. He had yet to start serving himself and, like getting up to leave, she could not eat until her better did.
Why was the wine taking so long?
She took the goblet from the hand which served it, then waved the servant back has she took a large, cleansing swallow.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 24, 2016 17:41:32 GMT -8
"Lord is fine, or Your Highness. It's good we have the other wine here for you." Shintaro says as the other wine is poured. "Well, I feel pride in running this new nation which I've started myself, rather than inheriting my father's lands. When he did die, I was left to deal with all the enemies he had made running his state into the ground. Then that blasted civil war began and the empress was killed. And now I'm here today with my own castle and thousands of soldiers under my rule. I get to run everything in the way I've always imagined, learning from my father's failures."
Shintaro began to cut some meat on his plate and slowly raise it to his mouth. It had taken much practice over the years to adjust his depth perception with only one eye, but he was very accurate in his movements.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 24, 2016 18:09:50 GMT -8
Darat! He didn't give his surname. So "Lord" he would be until she overheard someone else say it. "I totally understand wanting to start our own practice, out from under your parent's name. I mean, well, you are still doing the trade you've been raised to do and I'm still doing the trade I'm raised to do. We are just out here, doing it our own way."
She didn't ask about the empress although she wondered. Was she a relation to him? Was she good? Did he care that she was dead? If she asked would he cry from his one good eye? Were the tear ducts in the bad eye damaged or would he start to ooze? If they did ooze, would they run back into his skull and burn, like pouring salt into a wound.
Maybe she did want to ask about the empress, just to see.
Naw. She wasn't that mean.
He started to eat. Yay! She began to load up her own plate, taking on more than she could eat. Rabbits for days no more. Ship rats again, NEVER. "He must have been awful, your father. My mother wasn't so bad, she was just so damned bossy. I've never know a person to manipulate others so much or to be so self absorbed." She lowered over a pewter platter and checked her teeth. White, straight and whole. No rot. So perfect!
"I've heard you called a Warlord. I image that is from daddy dearest?"
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 25, 2016 18:19:11 GMT -8
Shintaro takes a bite and chews, hmphing while he does so. Thinking of his father annoyed him, but he didn't mind talking about him. "He was a despicable man, not worth the dirt on someone's shoe. He beat my mother and worked her to death, and he ran the western province in a way that left the people in squalor. He got what he deserved in the end. And I didn't let him be buried alongside my mother, I threw his corpse off a cliff for the gulls to finish. My apologies, bringing up something like that at dinner."
"I gained the title of warlord in the civil war when I fought to defend the Empress. My father was not a loyalist, but I was." Shintaro sighs. "He put a stain on the Nishida name, and I hate him for being my father. But I must admit I don't know how I feel now that he is dead, I often feel like an unfilial son because I never honor him on his death anniversary. What do you think of that? Am I foolish to feel such a shame?"
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 26, 2016 14:39:43 GMT -8
Osma was too busy eating to say anything, so she widened her eyes and "mmm" at the right times. After clearing her mouth out with some wine, she spoke. "Talking about gore doesn't bother me. I once ate a ham sandwich while supervising a birth. Your dad does sound awful though. Why should you honor someone who is not honorable? I know there is that whole "obey and honor thine parents" thing, but we can't help who we are born too. Goddess knows we can't change them."
Still, he seemed bothered by not doing the death anniversary thing, which must be a cultural thing. She never thought much about people after they were dead. Then again, she never had anyone close to her die. He was bothered by it and, for some stupid reason, that bothered her.
With an impatient exhale she put down her fork. "I know!" She stated with pride. It wasn't too terrible often that her ideas were good and about other people. "Why don't you do something to honor the man he should have been> You said he was a wife beater and left his people in squalor. Do something ch-ch-char.." It was so hard to say the word charity. "Cha-r-i-ty." She butchered the word.
With a forced smile, she exhaled and washed the sour taste out of her mouth with the wine. "Something for battered spouses or something for the poor. Give them food. They like that so much they don't even mind leftovers." She placed the bite fool in her mouth. Three rotates of her jawline and she swallowed it. "We could box this up when we are done and send it right over."
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 26, 2016 15:23:29 GMT -8
"Perhaps you're right. I shouldn't think about that man anymore, I just need to remember what he did so I know not to do it. That's probably the best thing he could give me, an example of what not to be." Shintaro resumed eating, he felt better now. Listening to what Osma was saying he went. "Hmm."
"This is a lot of food I had prepared, I didn't ask your preference so I just had a wide variety made. Good idea. When we're finished, I can have what remains passed out to whoever needs and wants it." Shintaro drank more whine. "What about you, Osma, how is your family life?"
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 26, 2016 16:42:22 GMT -8
Osma felt very good about herself for being so helpful. It seemed impossibke to sit up straighter, but she managed it. With her pinkie in the air and her hair behind her shoulder, she ate like a she could be sitting for a painting at any moment.
His question abot her family life caused the bite she was currently wedging between fork and knife to slip. It splattered to her plate.
A spot of grease landed on her dress. If she were home, it would have been no "bigy", but she had a limited amount of dresses in her trunks. There were only seven full sized trunks.
"My family life is..." there was no use in hidding it from him. " Well, exclusivly between us?"
She waited for him to agree.
"My parents just sprung an engagement on me. Clear out of the blue. 'Osma,' they said. 'You are getting older and your looks will soon fade.'
"Can you believe they said that? Has if."
'We have sent for your cousin. You will marry him in a fortnight.'
"Like I would marry someone like him. He is only 5' 5"!"
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Sept 27, 2016 0:13:34 GMT -8
Shintaro nods as she asks for confidentiality.
"Really? Heh, preposterous, a woman's beauty doesn't go away as they age. At least that's my opinion. So that's why you've come all the way here to the southern end of the continent, far away from your parents who wish to marry you off." He was slightly amused, but not laughing at her expense. He had nothing to say about her intended fiance being her cousin, in Katashima cousins got married all the time. "What an unpleasant situation to be put in, but it seems you've escaped for now."
He raises his glass, "To not marrying men shorter than you." (I am assuming Osma is taller than 5'5")
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 3, 2016 13:17:40 GMT -8
He didn't think a woman's beauty was tied with her age? He was smarter than he looked.
Not that his look of amusement made him look "smart". Was he laughing at her? She did suppose that her story was typical. Common enough. EXPECTED most likely. The second worse thing Osma hated for people to think about her (the first being ugly) was that anything about her was common . "Yes, I have escaped." She stated as she her fork and knife down in favor of the wine goblet. "I am quite aware how common a problem arranged marriages are for people of our age and stature."
She sounded upset, as if he had said something to ruffle to her feathers because he had, at least in her own head. The female mind was a tricky labyrinth of interlocking thoughts and emotions!
Her wine goblet was raised to his toast, he being the ruler and all, but she glanced disobediently to the side as she drank.
"I suppose you were not caught up in something nearly as drab as an unwanted marriage." Did he think he superior to her in the excitement of life happenings?
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Oct 3, 2016 18:01:22 GMT -8
"Nobody wanted to be connected to my family by marriage. No, I've had a few consorts, but never a bride." Shintaro sippeth from his cup to pause then ate some more food. Once finished with his mouthful he'd speak again. "And now I'm a commander in chief, constantly finding myself on a battlefield, until I found this place. Aozora has been given a chance to catch its breath."
Shintaro drops his fork and clutches the right side of his face, "Arg! Damnit..."
The pain in his eye had returned for a moment, just like it did back in the White City.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 4, 2016 8:25:18 GMT -8
Oh yeah. His family was a butcher loon or somesuch. Mental illness was not something that Osma treated, but she had her supicions that it was transfer able. By blood or air, she wasn't entirely sure.
Was it worse to be overly wanted for marriage, as in Osma's case. She had plently of suitors. Or worse to be entirely unwanted.
Osma began to put herself in someone else's prespective. The maturity of the moment showed on the distance, sincere expression upon her art worthly face.
Her eyes moved back into focus as he expressed his pain. That maturity did not leave her face despite the sigh that relayed the inconvience of having to push herself back. Has she rose, her fingers moved to undo the ties at the wrists of her tight sleeves.
"Does it happen often? In certain weather? "
She snapped at the servant to pull out her chair and gracefully glided into it, facing him. Her arm extended out for her sleeves to be rolled up. All the while she watched the area about his eye patch that she could see.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Oct 4, 2016 13:15:58 GMT -8
The servants did as she wished.
Shintaro removed his hand from his face but still hand it near. "It happens occasionally, a piercing pain. It's from my injury years ago, sometimes it is aggravated by memories, other times it is simply random."
A small amount of blood trickles down from under his eye patch. He was hesitant to let her near him to see the wound, but if she insisted he wouldn't stop her. "It's not a mortal wound from what I've been told, it's just... painful at times."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 4, 2016 13:37:23 GMT -8
Years ago? No wound, properly healed, should be bleeding years later. Only those infected did such. To be aggravated by memories, well, that could be stress. She noted the purple hue to the blood. Concerning. Infection should be white, yellow or green.
She did not act to remove his eyepatch nor to touch the liquid which oozed down his chin. She did not know what was in it and was of the current school of thought that touching with her bare hands was not the wisest action. And around food, that was just gross. "This room will not suit. Bring us each a plate and another bottle of wine. Thrice boiled water, Goddess knows what is in it here. And muslin cloth. Muslin, not cotton. Not animal wool or whatever. Muslin. I don't want those stringy fly aways. Come." She rose from the chair with every expectation that she would be obeyed.
She walked from the room like she owned it. She walked across the stone floor like she owned each section laid and past each servant, who moved aside and lowered their eyes as if she were their Lady and Master.
But she did not own nor know this castle. The only place she knew was the room which Shin had granted her a night's stay. It was this room which she lead him to. It was just as well. Her medical bag was there. She always rode it with attached to her saddle and it had been the only thing she had carried inside with her.
Several maids were within to unpacked her things. Two held dresses up to themselves in the trifold mirror. If she didn't have his eye demanding her attention, she would have cursed at the maids.
"Sit down." She told him as she paused in the room to see where they had placed it. "The brown leather case with the Stag Head tooling. Bring it at once and then leave."
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