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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 11:11:39 GMT -8
There was C H A N G E in Quying after Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku's marriage to Lady Asherah. She had been blessed by the Wavewarden, which had gone a long way in having such a foreign people accept the desert beauty, but once she had had her wedding night with Akagi, it was as if the next morning she became a different person. No, no, not so much different as she was... assertive. The veils were gone, and it was a physical gesture as well as a real one to see the captivating creature beneath, and the true shine of her personality that Akagi had glimpsed before in subtle glances and soft gestures. On that Blessed Night, the Daimyo's young wife had been energetic, and ah, urgent, and... uniquely inventive. The Sakandi people were, after all, a very sensual and affectionate people. The next morning, Lady Asherah did not don the veils so many had become accustomed to see her in, hiding her away from everyone, but instead wore a very unique gown. It was a mixture of the Quy kimono and the Sakandi saree, using the beautifully painted and decorated Quy silks to wrap herself in and drape over her shoulder. Beneath it, she wore a long sleeved shirt with cuffs that were tight to her wrists, aware that the Quy people had a certain level of modesty that the Sakandi did not observe, but the back of the shirt was left bare, showing off her beautiful shoulder blades. She ordered that from now on, all Sakandi women would dress in this manner, and showed how all Sakandi men would dress -- in a kimono-like robe that was hit them just above their knee, a sash at their waist, and flowing trousers. It was a mixture of her culture and Akagi's, and as she told the foreigners that had traveled with her or come, it would be a symbol of their joining nations. She sent out more edicts as well to her gathering of people, further informing them of Quy culture, and also informing them that she was going to have a Sakand Quarter built in Quying (with the permission of her husband, of course). It was a few weeks later, actually, that put her here, on the Market Street, in front of an alley that had been broadened to be the official entrance into the Sakand Quarter where scaffolding and majic was flowing to get things properly built. She was standing with a gathering of people, some Sakandi, some Quy, and had her beautiful head bent to look at the schematics and plans. The Sakand Quarter was already heavily underway. Some buildings had been deemed good enough to live in, even if finishing touches were not yet set in place, so a majority of the Sakandi immigrants were already settling in. The Quy people didn't quite know what to make of the Daimyo's bride. She was beautiful, yes, if you liked skin "that" dark, and she was bold, showing off the back of her neck and her back like geisha. But mostly, it was the majic that flowed from the Sakandi, golden and different from that which came from the Wavewarden. Were these changes for good? Or would it anger their Tawakoshi neighbors? |
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
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Roleplay posts: 181 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Dec 17, 2017 15:19:50 GMT -8
For his part, the Daimyo welcomed the changes in his new bride. He had seen the glimpses of them at their first meeting, and was pleasantly surprised to find that they would be displayed publicly. Should it come to a conflict with the rest of Tawakoshi, only by embracing that which they did not would he win. Equality of all, magic, these things would be essential to Quying. Already the first cohort of women were entering their first training phase to become Wave Warriors.
On this day he was touring the stalls with his new wife, the Six flanking them at a respectful distance, and the Chosen ever at his side.
"Tell me, Asherah, how goes the development of the Sakandi quarter?" He had left it to her to dictate the construction of the new part of the City. She had made an impassioned argument regarding the plight of her people, and he had been swayed to allow them in. His merchants were none too happy about it, fearing competition, but after one particularly uppity merchant, following a few unsavory and treasonous comments regarding Lady Asherah, had been bisected in a duel of honor with Akagi, the others stepped in line. The duel had been an incredibly brief affair, the Daimyo, for the first time in his marriage, demonstrating that the stories of his skill with the blade were entirely based on truth. He also now had to replace a merchant, and was thinking of making that a Sakandi merchant.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 17:56:23 GMT -8
"It goes," Asherah said with a small and chiming laugh. She reached out to touch her husband, to slide her hand at the crook of his elbow and walk with him through the construction, leaving the architects behind. "We are currently puzzling a way to make a tarn and keep it refreshed with Sakandi water," Asherah said to him, a beautiful blossom at his side.
"Have you come to a decision on who you will put upon the merchant council?" Asherah asked, turning her beautiful, long-lashed eyes off of the construction around them and up to her husband instead. She was not subtle in that she wanted at least one of her people to be on the council.
There were two spots open, after all, given the untimely murder of Yuudai Ryoichi, and then the slaughter of another for how he besmirched Asherah's name. It did Asherah no favors to have her husband execute a standing member of the merchant's council. Now, fear was attached to her name.
She would have to find a clever way to earn the love of the Quy, and one always got more bees with honey.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Jan 8, 2018 13:41:47 GMT -8
The Daimyo smiled as his new wife took his arm. He had been concerned about her ability to pick up Quy customs, but she had surpassed his expectations, proving to be a quick study, and adopting the correct mannerisms in the right circumstance.
"Perhaps the Temple can assist with that. Not something to bother the Warden with, but perhaps a priest or priestess could assist?" He said, then pondering her next question.
"I have not yet. A single representative of the Sakandi Quarter to be certain. They import their own goods for the benefit of the city, and your people's merchants will know their value better than any of mine. That merchant will replace the slain one, though I will hold off on granting them the traditional estate in the city. That might be considered 'too far' for many of the existing merchants. As for replacing the Ryoichi...I don't know. I granted their family the right, so it should be one of the children. He had a son-in-law I believe."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 0:32:42 GMT -8
Asherah's eyes widened a little. "Would a priest or priestess help?" She asked Akagi, unsure if they would. It was a great idea, and one she hoped they could implement to show a voluntary project that brought good things to both cultures.
As they strolled, she studied his face for a moment. She still didn't really know her husband. He seemed to take to her more... Assertive habits in stride, but Asherah couldn't be sure if that had to do with the gold and wealth she brought with her... Or due to honest pleasure to have taken her as bride.
As he spoke, she was caught off guard for a moment. "Son in law?" She questioned. "Why not give it to his actual child?" She asked.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Jan 12, 2018 13:23:09 GMT -8
"It is their duty to aid the City's inhabitants, so they would help. It may also help to bridge the gap between our two people's beliefs."
He paused thoughtfully as to consider her question.
"On a technicality, that is against the law, and against many of the more archaic beliefs held by the majority of people on Tawakoshi. Simply put, the title cannot pass to a daughter, it has to pass to a son. Kaito, his only biological son, is a member of my guard and therefore my own Clan, a far more prestigious position than a merchant, not even considering that his current position renders him ineligible to be on the Merchant Council. Since only one of his daughters married, her husband becomes the head of the Clan should he choose. Yuudai, as I understand it, did not involve his daughters in his business. This alone would be enough to prevent them from receiving his spot. I would have to discuss things with the son in law as well to ensure he knew what he was doing. Do you have a suggestion Asherah?" He asked softly, a pair of his guards ensuring nobody nearby was eavesdropping on their conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 14:39:16 GMT -8
"Oh, I see," the Daimyo's wife spoke, and indeed by her tone she did see. She was quiet for a few steps as she walked beside her husband. Though she was dainty and small, she did not give off the presence of a fragile or even gentle woman.
No, she had too much confidence. Too much ambition. But unlike her aunt whom she was so like, Asherah still had palpable compassion about her, and, in some cases, still a wide-eyed curiosity about her new world and how she might conquer it.
For indeed, he had married a young woman that would see them both conquer.
"Well, to begin, I would like to ask the priests and priestesses myself," she said and gave Akagi a look with those Jade eyes of hers. "It's important that they understand it is a request from me, and not a command from you. And ... I am perhaps not remembering correctly, but the night we met, I remember you bestowing a lordship upon Yuudai Ryoichi. That ascended his house, did it not? Or is it void now that he has been murdered?"
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Jan 15, 2018 8:22:10 GMT -8
He had chosen a woman whose ambitions matched his own. A weaker woman would have seen the steps Quying was to take and balked, seeing only the consequences and not the potential of success.
"I have no more authority over the Temple than you. Worship of the Kami is beyond my authority, for it is from them that my Clan receives its right to rule. Anything we ask of them is by nature a request, but they are agreeable people, I doubt you will have much trouble with them. His House is indeed ascended now, in spite of his death. Not all of my Lords have seats on the Council of Merchants, many prefer a more traditional approach and live outside the City. There is no void at all as far as the Lords are concerned, as there is no set number. Who takes his place as Head of the Clan is up to the Ryoichi Clan traditions."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 22:15:51 GMT -8
Her hand slid down the silk of his sleeve to his own, her fingers twining with his as she tugged her husband into a narrow alcove, the sound of construction still around them. She was taking him somewhere, but it was yet to be made obvious where.
"Will one of his daughters inherit the lordship, do you think?" Asherah asked, looking back at him over her shoulder with her vibrant youth and infectious sly, yet good humor.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Jan 20, 2018 10:54:04 GMT -8
"I do not know. He struck me as a traditional man...part of the reason I even let him ascend was due to the services his only son has provided to me and the City. And..." he checked around to ensure nobody was nearby.
"Given that one of his daughters appears content as a housewife while the other is a blind thief caught in possession of magical artifacts while sneaking around my palace...I don't know what will happen."
He made a mental note to examine the maps of this district more frequently and to travel this part more often. He was only vaguely aware of what lay in this direction.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 17:23:37 GMT -8
She came to a stop and turned to him when he lowered his voice, close to him in the narrow alleyway that was still full of scaffolding. The area was quiet here, as workers were sent elsewhere. This close, she could feel the heat of her husband, the strength of him, the masculinity of his very being. She looked up at him from where she stood, and her hand lifted to draw the draped material of her quy-silk saree off her shoulder.
"But at least she is not a murderer?" she said in her accented Quy, laughter in her gaze. She tucked the long length of material between her legs and up and around into her sash-like belt, forming make-do pants from the skirt she wore, drawing them up above her knees to show the naked, soft skin of her toned calves. "Come with me, Akagi," she said to him, and she turned to climb the scaffolding, dark hair swaying behind her.
"You are not too old to climb, are you?" his wife teased him, pausing for a moment to glance down at him.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Jan 26, 2018 5:40:02 GMT -8
"Yes, either crime is enough to sentence her to death, but I suspect she may prove useful in the future, hence her continuing possession of her own head." He said, chuckling.
Akagi watched with no small amount of interest as she changed up her outfit and began to climb, admiring the form of his own wife for a moment.
"I am not too old for anything my dear, and if you ever saw me at sea you would know just how foolish a question that was." Came the retort, followed by his own climbing, honed by years on a ship that meant ascending scaffolding seemed easier to him than walking.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2018 9:29:38 GMT -8
Laughter answered his statement, as with her youthful exuberance she mounted the scaffolding and climbed as quickly as she could, sorry and nimble, every so often glancing at her well-dressed, kimono-ridden husband to see how quickly he was moving, too.
Asherah was over the edge of the Sakandi styled building first, if only because she had mounted the scaffolding first. She was breathless and bright-eyed as she whirled onto her bare feet, an infectious smile on her lips and her dark hair tousled from her efforts. When Akagi was also on his own feet, her soft hand slipped into his war-calloused one, and she drew him across the rooftop to where a couple carpets and pillows had been carelessly tossed down.
"I wanted to show you how Sakand is mixing with Quy, not on plans and schematics," Asherah said. "I found this place when the workers were on Hemshalah -- it's the Sakandi word for rest. In Sakand, it gets so hot during the day that no one can work, so they rest through the hours. In Quying, it is not that way but they still observe the tradition."
They stood on the Sakandi carpets, and looked over the edge of the building to see the winged tips of Quy rooftops and the arched, carved windows between. Painted paper sliding doors in gracefully twisted parapets. And it seemed like Asherah was very hopeful that Akagi would be pleased, her hand squeezing his a little tighter for a moment in anticipation. The older man could probably feel the vibrant energy radiating off the younger woman as she stood beside him.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Feb 4, 2018 14:20:42 GMT -8
The Daimyo climbed quickly and efficiently, making it to the top of the building without any sign of perspiration or heavy breathing. To the hardened sailor, such a journey was trivial.
"It is a beautiful view Asherah, your people work quickly. This blend of our cultures is going smoother than I expected. It would seem my people were ready for a change. Always it is the common folk who are the avenues for success."
He gestured down to the street, where a pair of Sakandi workers were chatting amicably with a Quy dockworker.
He squeezed her hand and sighed contently. "I wish more of my days were spent like today. Nice weather, good views, and exceptional company."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 18:34:04 GMT -8
Asherah smiled at Akagi, but it was brief, and didn't quite reach her gaze. Akagi's attention was on the workers below, however. She continued to keep her hand in his, but didn't speak. Silence stretched, and when it became too uncomfortable for Asherah, she spoke.
"I think both of the available positions on your Merchant council should go to Sakandi merchants," Asherah said to him, and she turned back to the scaffolding, her hand slipping from his. Her tone was as light as it always was. "You have more than enough Quy men on the council. Two Sakandi should not be such a problem, yes?" She asked, a touch of curiosity in her voice as if she were honestly asking him the question.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Feb 8, 2018 7:56:27 GMT -8
"I have already agreed to the vacant one going to a Sakandi. As for the other...I will consider it. If a Sakandi merchant can make a strong enough case. In the interest of fairness though, I must offer the same opportunity to the Quy merchants." He said, knowing that this was going to cause him some headaches later on.
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Mitsuki Higashi
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Roleplay posts: 17 
Age: 23
Physical Description: A beautiful young woman of Asian descent. She became an orphan at an early age and became obsessed with reading any book she could find around her. After coming of age she left her orphanage and began to travel, sharing the stories she had read about. She is known for knowing almost any story you can ask her for, her ask her and she will tell it for the right price of course.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of the things she owns were gifts that she got from patron who wanted to hear her stories. She owns 3 sets of clothing made of fine and free flowing silk, one pair of shoes, some accesoiries for her hair and one jacket to keep her warm on cold days.
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Post by Mitsuki Higashi on Jul 3, 2018 5:19:15 GMT -8
After Mitsuki had passed all the borders she decided that she shouldn't put her first priority in looking for the cat. If the cat really was in prison as the guards had told her, it was going to be difficult to get to meet her. For Quying the cat was nothing but a dangerous criminal. They were never going to let a girl like her simply walk to her cell and talk about her part in some old lore about jade masks.
So instead she made her way towards where the people were and found herself ending up in a cute marketplace. She looked around the stall for wares, but didn't find anything to her liking. Mitsuki was a true minimalist and though she always browsed, she rarely ever bought anything.
After a while she decided just to buy an apple and make her way to a clearing that was surrounded by the beautiful cherry blossom trees. She sat down at the trunk of the tree, leaning her back against its sturdy trunk and ate her apple. She closed her eyes, bathing her face in the sunlight that tried to force its way through the beautiful pink leaves. The cobblestones under her were warm from the sun and there was a nice breeze that had soon covered her with soft pink petals.
After she finished her apple she looked around. There were plenty of people around on the streets and if she was going to sleep in one of the inns instead of the streets she was going to need more money then she had currently in her pockets. She took a small little woven basket from her back and placed in on the cobblestone and started to dance.
Her movements were flowy and beautiful. She moved as if the wind was guiding her way. Like instead of muscles she only had water that moved freely to any place that it wished to go. Her bare feet only seemed to brush the cobblestone that she danced on.
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Qin Feng
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 22
Physical Description: Qin Feng is a young man with long brown hard of average height with an average face, extremely forgettable and perfect for blending into crowds. His eyes, a deep hazelnut color, are sharp and attentive, as required for a ranger, and show a deep intelligence that may not be visible from a first glance.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Qin Feng's clothes are comfortable and loose, perfect for the long travels and silent movement. His scarf, hood and tunic are both green, to blend in with the environment. His gloves, vest and boots beautifully designed and expensive, as they were gifts from his wealthy parents. He wears a jade charm around his waist to protect himself from curses and debuffs. And for good luck and fortune. Especially Fortune.
His bow is known as Fan Mou, and allows any arrows fired to completely ignore magic.
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Post by Qin Feng on Jul 7, 2018 21:45:34 GMT -8
Heads. Heads. Tails. Dammit
Heads. Tails. Tails. Heads. Tails. Dammit
Tails. Dammit.
It had not been a very good day for Qin. He was already weary from his head to his toes due to the seemingly unending walk he had been on, he was pretty much lost at this point, and worst of all, there had not been a single opening at all. In a bustling city of so many, how could there not be a SINGLE job.
Some city, Qin thought silently to himself, if someone like me cant find any work. Unfortunately, angry thoughts were not bronzo pieces, or else Qin probably could have probably armed the entire fighting force stationed in Quying with a new set of weapons and armor.
So here he was, stuck wandering around the city, flipping his coin and trying to predict the outcome to kill time. All of a sudden, a ray of light from the sun reflected off the coin, and blinded Qin. As he moved his arm up the cover his eyes, the coin dropped onto the hard road and began to roll away.
Oh heavens nah.
Qin began to chase after the coin, shoving people out of the way as he desperately ran after the single bronze piece. His greed was so great that he would be damned if he let even that single piece of currency get away.
So absorbed he was chasing after the rolling coin, that he did not see the dancing girl right in the middle of his path.
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Mitsuki Higashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 23
Physical Description: A beautiful young woman of Asian descent. She became an orphan at an early age and became obsessed with reading any book she could find around her. After coming of age she left her orphanage and began to travel, sharing the stories she had read about. She is known for knowing almost any story you can ask her for, her ask her and she will tell it for the right price of course.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of the things she owns were gifts that she got from patron who wanted to hear her stories. She owns 3 sets of clothing made of fine and free flowing silk, one pair of shoes, some accesoiries for her hair and one jacket to keep her warm on cold days.
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Post by Mitsuki Higashi on Jul 11, 2018 2:19:14 GMT -8
In the corner of her eye Mitsuki could see that someone was getting dangerously close to her. Without thinking she took his hands in hers and took him for a small spin before leaving him standing on the cobblestone on his own as she continued her dance.
She danced for a few minutes more and then got to a stop. A small crowd had gathered around her to watch and as she finished she bowed low for them as a thank you and smiled her most charming smile. Some of them started to clap and soon a few coins started to gather up in the basket she had placed there.
She gathered up all the coins inside the basket and also the ones that had been tossed towards it but had missed. One of those coins probably belonging to Qin. She put the coins away inside her pocket and picked up her bag before walking over to Qin.
"Are you okay Sir? You seemed in so much of a hurry you didn't even notice me dancing." she smiled charmingly, adding a small giggle at the end.
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Qin Feng
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 22
Physical Description: Qin Feng is a young man with long brown hard of average height with an average face, extremely forgettable and perfect for blending into crowds. His eyes, a deep hazelnut color, are sharp and attentive, as required for a ranger, and show a deep intelligence that may not be visible from a first glance.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Qin Feng's clothes are comfortable and loose, perfect for the long travels and silent movement. His scarf, hood and tunic are both green, to blend in with the environment. His gloves, vest and boots beautifully designed and expensive, as they were gifts from his wealthy parents. He wears a jade charm around his waist to protect himself from curses and debuffs. And for good luck and fortune. Especially Fortune.
His bow is known as Fan Mou, and allows any arrows fired to completely ignore magic.
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Post by Qin Feng on Jul 14, 2018 11:20:20 GMT -8
There was almost a very nasty collision, but the dancer deftly spun Qin around and left him standing out of confusion, mostly on what had happened to his coin. It had disappeared in the small spin the girl had performed on him and the crowd obscured the pavement, preventing Qin from seeing where it had gone exactly.
Damn
Mentally berating himself, Qin clenched his teeth in fury, incensed at the fact that he had lost the coin. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Money was too valuable to be lost, no matter how small the amount. That single coin could have been the difference between having a good meal, and having a slightly worse meal.
A voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see the dancer smiling at him for some reason. She was attractive enough, and probably could have gotten a smile out of most people, but Qin just glared back, too mad to do anything else.
“You cost me a coin. If you had not spun me around, I wouldn't have lost track of it. So, no, I am not okay.”
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