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 May 7, 2017 14:25:20 GMT -8
The Daimyo was a shrewd man, a businessman, merchant, and leader of men, inheriting the best of his father's qualities in high quantity. This woman, though beautiful, had some sort of hindrance to marrying him. Many a man in his shoes would be offended by such a thought, but his emphasis on making an effort to relate to more than just the so-called 'important' people meant he knew there could be a multitude of reasons. Perhaps she was one to believe in true love, and did not feel that way towards him? He knew not, but the response was standard until the end, talking of honor and happiness, of bearing many sons. True, maybe, but the end was certainly true.
"That you are nervous, I can believe. To stand before your Daimyo, and tell him why you would make for a good wife requires the sort of bravery that many men do not possess, perhaps even some in this very room. It is a different kind of bravery, to unveil one's soul to another. I bid you to stand, and look me in the eye, and answer the question as you would. The wife of a Daimyo in Quying is not some possession that he uses when he sees fit, but a partner in all things, with her own opinion, the closest of his confidantes save for perhaps one or two others. She must hold her own both in politics and with a sword, though neither of these things are expected upon betrothal, but with training. With that information at hand, stand, look me in the eye, and answer what I have asked."
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Ryoichi Masami
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Blind does not mean unseeing.
Roleplay posts: 82 
Age: Eighteen years old
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Masami is the epitome of Tawakoshi beauty but for one flaw -- she is BLIND. Her skin is pale as moon, her hair as black as night. Her face is shaped as an opal, her lips the shade of the peonies. Her eyes are fanned with dark lashes, but their irises and pupils are a pale blue -- to much water in her soul, they say.
As the Jade Cat, Masami is given jade ears and a sleek jade cat tail as well. Her eyes glow a subtle jade in the dark.
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Masami takes on many different appearances now as the "lost daughter" of the prominent Ryoichi family. However, she almost never allows herself to be seen and identified as Masami Ryoichi any longer, and tends to take on disguises as poor women.
When Masami is the Jade Cat, she wears dark, close-fitting clothes that allow her the freedom of flexibility, subtly decorated with feminine jade touches.
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Post by Ryoichi Masami on May 7, 2017 16:31:00 GMT -8
Miyuri quietly whet her lips. The Daimyo's words were not reassuring to her, but instead more intimidating. It further solidified to Miyuri that this was not what she wanted, and the expectations of being a Daimyo's wife were more than she thought she could handle. She dare not look at anyone else, however. And she didn't trust herself to lift her eyes and not reveal how she felt to him. Her father had expectations... but the Daimyo bid her rise. And the Daimyo bid her look up. So Miyuri pushed up onto her feet, trying not to tremble. And she took a breath and lifted her chin so that Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku could see how uncomfortable and nervous and reluctant she was to be in that room. And-- how scared she was. "I don't know why I should be your wife," Miyuri answered him. She hated that she had to go first. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to answer. |
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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 May 8, 2017 4:01:07 GMT -8
"I thought as much. Thank you, Ryoichi Miyuri, for your honesty. You and your family will be rewarded appropriately for it." He was sincere in this, knowing that her father was likely to be displeased by what she said. Perhaps she could be a handmaiden to his wife, the only remaining candidates were foreign, and could use someone like her, who clearly knew the customs of the city, to educate them.
"Lady Mireia Cordoba, please state your case in the manner I described previously." He needed to handle this directly, letting another speak for him in this matter did not sit well with him.
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Ryoichi Masami
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Blind does not mean unseeing.
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: Eighteen years old
Physical Description: • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Masami is the epitome of Tawakoshi beauty but for one flaw -- she is BLIND. Her skin is pale as moon, her hair as black as night. Her face is shaped as an opal, her lips the shade of the peonies. Her eyes are fanned with dark lashes, but their irises and pupils are a pale blue -- to much water in her soul, they say.
As the Jade Cat, Masami is given jade ears and a sleek jade cat tail as well. Her eyes glow a subtle jade in the dark.
Clothes and Equipment: • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Masami takes on many different appearances now as the "lost daughter" of the prominent Ryoichi family. However, she almost never allows herself to be seen and identified as Masami Ryoichi any longer, and tends to take on disguises as poor women.
When Masami is the Jade Cat, she wears dark, close-fitting clothes that allow her the freedom of flexibility, subtly decorated with feminine jade touches.
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Post by Ryoichi Masami on May 8, 2017 7:42:43 GMT -8
His words were meant to be reassuring, but she couldn't help but feel that her heart had dropped from her body. Her father -- her father was going to be angry, Miyuri knew. And yet, some small part of her -- some small, rebellious part of her felt a little satisfied. She bowed her head to the daimyo and moved away, back toward the family and to her place.
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Masami had been straining to hear the quiet conversation between the Daimyo and Miyuri. She could feel how tense her father was near her, no doubt wanting to know what was being said. Masami, however, COULD hear it, and she held her breath. Oh, Miyuri... Masami wanted to reach out to console her sister, but didn't dare. Not with Yuudai watching.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 8:48:57 GMT -8
Mireia watched the exchange with a slight frown on her face. She hadn't been expecting a quiz, and apparently, neither had her father as he took in a breath and held in his gut. SHe could tell that Lord Manuel was trying to give her a meaningful glance, but Mireia wasn't looking his way, her brown eyes too focused on watching the exchange. Suddenly, her name was called, and she jumped a little where she stood. Following by Miyuri's example, Mireia moved forward, the skirts of her gown whispering against the polished lacquer of the floor until she was able to curtsy and bow her head to the Daimyo. Her rich, chocolate-hued hair cascaded over one naked shoulder, a blossom held behind her ear on the other side. She stood again, and looked at the Daimyo. "I am not sure if I can make you happy, Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku," Mireia said with bold honesty, curiosity bright in her eyes as she looked at his face and tried to read if he was an honest sort of man. "I am not sure that I even want to," Mireia said frankly, and she could hear her father groan a little and put a hand to his face. "But I am entirely sure that I do not want to stay in Rondon, and that I would prefer to make my own way in life. I am intelligent, and even more so than that, I am smart. I didn't grow up as a noble, but as a merchant's daughter. The fancy education came afterwards, but I still don't quite fit in with those ranks that my father enjoys." "Mireia," said Lord Manuel in a warning tone, making Mireia reactively take her gaze away from the Daimyo and glance back at her father. Without realizing it, she had lifted one of her hands to touch at the calico of her mother that she wore on a ribbon around her neck, as if for comfort. Still, she turned those big, brown Rondi eyes back onto the Daimyo, slightly blushing with embarrassment but going forward anyway. "I say the wrong thing all the time. I make constant mistakes when it comes to my own noble culture, let alone your own, Daimyo. I will probably not be an obedient wife, well-- as much as the usual standards apply. But I think I could help you make Quying a success, in the very least by trade and commerce and business. I don't know about the rest, but I'm willing to try. Rondon is as much a stranger to me as this place is, but at least here they'll judge me for being a foreigner, and not for being ambitious." |
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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 May 8, 2017 9:49:23 GMT -8
The Daimyo laughed at her response. Not a cruel, heartless laugh, but one that indicated a true enjoyment from her words.
"The true spirit of our great City, wrapped in a small package and born far away. Bright, inquisitive, and daughter of a merchant to boot. Lord Manuel Cordoba, you have a daughter to be proud of."
He had no desire to make a woman marry him who did not want to. He could, or rather their fathers could, but that was not in his nature. An unwilling wife became a resentful wife, and history was full of tales of dead rulers as a result of such practices.
"Lord Manuel Cordoba, given your daughter's reluctance I will have to decline. However, if she wishes out of the City of Rondon, I would make a proposal. Allow her to stay here, many of my samurai have personalities similar to hers, and are of my household. Such a marriage would be nearly as secure an alliance as a marriage to myself. She would be well-cared for, and effectively a member of my house so long as she chose to stay in.the City."
Following the Rondi's response, he turned to address the Sakandi delegation.
"And last, but certainly not least, Lady Asherah of Sakand. Come forward, and make your case."
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 10:17:23 GMT -8
The Daimyo's laugh caught Mireia off guard for a moment, thinking that perhaps she'd yet again said the wrong thing. But then-- he complimented her, loudly and soundly, making a smile spread over her face, lighting her up so she was as much a sunflower beneath the sun. Lord Manuel seemed very pleased as well, grinning broadly that his daughter seemed to have put herself in the Daimyo's good graces.
And then both smiles froze. And then faded away as the Daimyo soundly and resolutely denied Mireia's purpose in coming to Quying, making his wants absolute. He had them travel ALL this way so that they could be denied within an hour of arriving to the port? Mireia looked a little crestfallen and confused, but Lord Manuel...
He burst into a round and angry Rondi, making his entourage gasp, both at Manuel's behavior as much as in outrage at the Quy slight. Mireia backed up and away from the throne, her hand flying up to touch her calico.
"Quy dog!" Manuel finally said in heavily accented Rondi. "You insult us deeply, and we will not forget," the lord snapped. He wasn't so much insulted at the denial -- there was no 100% chance that Mireia would get to be the Daimyo's bride; the merchant had been aware of it. But the way the Daimyo had so cavalierly announced it...
"Mireia!" Barked Manuel. "Come! Now!" He whirled around and broke through his party to stomp off, taking his entourage with him and assuming that his daughter would follow.
Mireia had gone pale. Even though she hadn't been sure that she'd wanted to marry the Daimyo, it was embarrassing to be so publicly rejected -- and no doubt, her father was going to be angry with her because of the honesty of her words. She felt frozen to where she stood, between the Daimyo and where her father had once stood, and didn't know what to do. She didn't want to go with her father, not willing to face his wrath. But she didn't want to stay in this place, where she'd been so obviously humiliated.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 10:19:19 GMT -8
The Sakandi party stared at the fireworks from the Rondi visitors, gasping and for a moment speaking among themselves in the flowing Sakandi language as they watched on. Jamil's eyes darkened a little, a thoughtful expression coming over his face as he looked between Lord Manuel and the Daimyo. Lady Asherah remained still beneath her veils-- still, and quiet.
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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 May 8, 2017 10:35:14 GMT -8
That was certainly interesting. The Daimyo had sent the letter out to all who wished to try their luck, and he wondered how extensive they had believed the process to be. It had been their decision to travel all this way, and the girl's decision to state a lack of desire to accept. He had plenty of other business to discuss with them between the two cities that would have made the trip more than worthwhile for them.
The angry outburst immediately caused the Daimyo's Guard to reach for their weapons, a hand signal from the Daimyo stopping the motions as he raised out of the throne to address them.
"Perhaps I offered insult, by stating my denial so plainly. I will admit to a lack of familiarity with the Rondi culture, and if my words offered insult it was most certainly not intended. I have no desire to force an unwilling or reluctant woman to be my wife, though many in my place might have done so." He said plainly, a tad confused but accepting what had happened with confidence in his response.
"Lady Cordoba, my offer stands regardless of your father's opinion of my rejection. It was not intended as an insult nor to humiliate you, or the Lord Cordoba for that matter," he said sincerely and apologetically.
Nobody stopped the angry Rondi Lord from departing, and the Daimyo would need to figure some way to smooth this out. They were not a big player like Isra or Sakand, but who knew what friends they had.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 10:57:29 GMT -8
Her father left, still in a flurry, still deeply insulted. No doubt, deeply disappointed in Mireia as well. The Daimyo's voice made her wince and she turned back to look at him. She simply listened to him, and nodded her understanding of the situation. Glancing at the other two families, the Rondi girl turned and quickly hurried out of the room toward her people.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 11:09:31 GMT -8
Once the Rondi emotions had walked out and settled down, it seemed to be the Sakandi's turn. Lady Asherah -- covered in veils and loose clothing so not a single glimpse of skin or curve or face could be seen, she turned her head toward Jamil, who listened even though it didn't seem as if any word were spoken. Nodding his head, he looked at the Daimyo. "Lady Asherah requests to approach your throne, Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku," the polished Sakandi man said, utmost respect in her voice. So far, none of the other girls had gotten this close, and the Sakandi wanted to be respectful of this culture. That, and, tensions were a little high at the moment given the Rondi outburst. |
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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 May 8, 2017 11:26:32 GMT -8
The Daimyo returned to his throne, the Guard returning to their position around it.
"We shall speak no more of that incident, in public or otherwise." He said, giving everyone a look in equal measure. His Guards were loyal and would say Nothing, and the visitors to the Palace would be held to the same standard.
"Lady Asherah may approach if she so wishes," Akagi stated, calmly and without any indication of his opinion on what had just occurred.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 11:41:51 GMT -8
The veiled woman approached the throne, the jewelry that adorned her both beneath and over the veils chiming quietly as she crossed the distance. The silk of her gown whispered across the floor as well as she went closer than Mireia did, closer than even Miyuri did, until she was standing almost at the Daimyo's boots.
There was a light perfume about her, something citrus and slightly sweet. No, not sweet. Tangy? No... She lowered onto her knees before him and then lifted her hands. The sleeves of the outer robe she wore fell away to reveal slender hands, one ring on each hand, and then they reached for the veil, lifting it up so that only the Daimyo and the guards that stood directly to his left and right could look upon the face of the lady beneath...
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 11:51:56 GMT -8
... and revealed to him a face meant to be painted by artists and sung by bards. That she was @fairuz's relative was immediately obvious, but she was young, a woman just become. Yet, even so, she'd blossomed into her womanhood most pleasingly -- the jade eyes of her aunt fringed with dark lashes, a mouth that was meant to sigh and gasp and moan.
A delicate chain of gold was across her forehead, disks of gold each embedded with a precious stone lying just above her elegant, dark brows. She was certainly a sight to behold, and no doubt pleasing that the portrait sent of her was inaccurate if only because seeing the real thing could not compare to a painted canvas.
She seemed nervous at first, her eyes looking into his face. And then -- ah, then, the young woman smiled with gentle amusement at herself, her lashes fluttering downward with coyness at the situation. A soft sigh parted her lips. "Forgive me, Daimyo," she said quietly. "I didn't expect you to be this handsome."
It had caught her off guard and she put a hand to her stomach, her robes so modest that they were closed high around her neck, at a contrast to the skin-revealing number Fairuz had worn at the Prospernalia. She appeared to be catching her equilibrium, and then those lashes lifted again, those jade eyes on his face as she spoke.
"I want to be your wife, because I long to be an equal in a relationship. I want to be your wife, because my aunt spoke of your quiet strength and self-possession, qualities that I admire and long for in a partner. I want to be your wife, because I want someone who will not be cowed by own intelligence and prowess, whether it be within a meeting, with the public, or in the bedroom." She blushed gently at that and glanced down at her hands in her lap, jewelry gently chiming. "I believe that you can make me stronger..." and her gaze lifted again to look at him. "And I believe that I can do that for you, and for Quying."
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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 May 8, 2017 15:44:02 GMT -8
If Lady Asherah had any ability to read people, from this distance she could see that he had made up his mind, even if he did not know yet.
"Thank you, Lady Asherah, for your honesty. Members of the Ryoichi Family, delegation from Sakand, I shall retire now to the Council Chambers to confer with my advisors, and will announce my decision during dinner. In the mean time, my servants will ensure you have anything you desire, refreshments, books, anything. You will all stay as my guests at the Palace tonight, so they will also show you to your rooms and allow you to get settled in. If you would excuse me." The Daimyo bowed slightly to his guests before departing to the Council Chambers, his Guard following obediently behind him. The Wave Warriors stood outside the door to the Chambers and would prevent anyone from getting too close.
True to his word, the Throne Room was set up for a great feast as the servants attended to the needs of the Palace guests. The Daimyo would return to the head of the table after about 5 hours, his armor exchanged for more formal, and far more comfortable, robes. His Guard was also mostly present, taking up the guard positions around the room and escorting the guests inside. Ordinarily the job of servants, but they were busy preparing the feast, and the Guard understood. Once everyone was seated, the doors would close and guards posted at the entrances. The Daimyo stood to make his announcement prior to the arrival of food.
"I would like to start by thanking everyone here for coming today, you honor me with your presence on this most auspicious of days. The decision was not an easy one to make, both parties made excellent arguments today, but ultimately I selected Lady Asherah, if she is still in agreement." The Daimyo would wait for her answer, the Guards preventing anyone from leaving, as the Daimyo still had more to say, shown by the fact he was still standing and waiting to speak. He addressed Yuudai directly next.
"Yuudai, my father spoke most highly of you as a merchant, and you come here today to present to me your daughter in the hopes that I would choose to marry her, having already given me your son in a manner of speaking. You raised a daughter willing to speak her mind in front of both Father and Daimyo, and a son whose loyalty knows no bounds, whose deeds are told in Sake houses throughout the City. The Ryoichi family has always been supportive of the Daimyo's of Quying, and under no leader has that been made more apparent than under you. It is with great pleasure that I bestow upon you the title of Lord-Samurai Ryoichi Yuudai, and grant you the lands you already own as your domain, in addition to an estate outside the City, as befits a man of your ranking. Do you accept?"
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 17:43:12 GMT -8
Yuudai was able to watch all three young women, and barely bat an eyelash at the way the Rondi lord reacted to his daughter being soundly denied. Even so, he could tell just by watching the Daimyo what decision he had come to, and it was not Miyuri. He was not a stupid man, either -- Miyuri wanted to marry the Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku about as much as she wanted to voluntary burn her right foot. Yet, still, he found himself simultaneously disappointed and proud of his youngest daughter. Proud that she was willing to do her duty, yet disappointed that she wasn't able to put more effort into appeasing the daimyo. He bowed with the rest of the family when Akagi dismissed them and moved off into the other rooms. He did not speak to Miyuri, even when she turned to him, and instead moved into his rooms and took a hard seat, sighing long and low, letting the breath leave his body in one continuous exhale. He reached up and ran a hand over his head, wondering how he would have to spin the rejection of his daughter so that it would not effect sales. So that he could continue to hold his head high. Later... Yuudai emerged from his rooms to meet with his other family, looking among those gathered. His daughter, Kayako. Ever dutiful, married to a good man whom Yuudai had made his replacement son. His middle daughter, Masami, good-hearted, if uselessly blinde. His youngest, Miyuri, mind willing, heart reluctant. And his second wife. Yuudai said nothing to them, as was his way and instead gestured for the women to proceed first. He caught Miyuri by the silk sleeve of her gown. "Miyuri," he said quietly as the others went forward. What to say? What did he say into that face that reminded him so much of his first wife? "You did as much as you could," he told her, trying to tell her that he understood her efforts and appreciated them. He watched some sort of light go out in his youngest daughter's eyes, and she nodded and then continued on. Later... Seated at the table, Yuudai looked across the way at where the Sakandi were seated at their own table. When the Daimyo announced his decision, the Ryoichi patriarch closed his eyes. He had expected it. What he did not expect was his name to be spoken by the Daimyo, causing Yuudai to turn his steel gaze onto Akagi. The Daimyo offered a lordship. A LORDSHIP. He heard the gasps of all the women but Kayako in his family, while he gazed steadily back into the face of the man that ruled Quying, a man he had served faithfully, a man that he was prepared to destroy his family tree for. It had cut an open wound in Yuudai's heart to have Kaito denounce the Ryoichi -- Yuudai's only heir -- and pledge his honor and life to the daimyo, making Yuudai feel as much as he felt for Miyuri just earlier today. Long moments seemed to pass, and then Yuudai bowed his head to the Daimyo. "You honor me greatly, Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku. I will accept, and vow to faithfully serve you as daimyo for as long as I draw breath." Plainly spoken words that helped to ease the weight on Yuudai's shoulder. |
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 18:18:42 GMT -8
"You did well," Jamil said to Asherah, speaking in Sakandi as he lounged on Asherah's bed. The Sakandi girl was no longer in her veils and jewelry, her dark hair unbound and drifting down her back, a Sakandi robe wrapped around her body and trailing lightly after her.
"I know I did," Asherah answered, yet her face was still set into an expression of concern. "The other girls made it too easy for me. It makes me wonder... Is there something we don't know?" the lady asked, turning to look at Jamil, who was peeling a Sakandi orange.
"Your aunt was very detailed in what she knew and what she didn't know. I've told you everything," he answered, prying off a slice of orange and eating it. "So, in summation, yes, there are many things we don't know. This is Sakand's first trip to Quying."
"He said that he'll be making the decision tonight," Asherah said flatly.
"Yes, I was there for that," Jamil responded.
"We don't have time to discover the climate of Quying," the young woman snapped, walking forward and taking the orange from Jamil's hands, only to toss it in a trash bin nearby. "We have to think of something," she snapped, keeping her voice quiet as she paced away from him.
Jamil sighed at her antics, then pushed himself to sit up, reaching for another orange from the tray of Sakandi fruits and delights that a Sakandi servant had brought her.
"I already have some men working on it."
"Pfft, men," Asherah said, rolling her eyes. "If it were up to men, Sakand would be in ruins by now." She sounded, for a moment, every bit a little clone of Fairuz.
"We'll know what the standing is with the Emperor soon enough. Your task is to seduce and marry the Daimyo," Jamil reminded her.
Asherah looked over her shoulder at the Sakandi guide, her gaze narrowed. "Why are you so calm?"
"Because I'm confident."
"In what?"
Jamil grinned. "In Sakand. I have every bit of faith that the women of Sakand will lead us into a golden age."
At that, Asherah rolled her eyes once again and moved toward a small vanity that they had set up for her, notably Sakandi in style. "Leave me. I have to dress myself in those terrible shawls and veils for dinner which will take me hours at least. Send in Fatima and Ishan," she ordered.
Jamil bowed to her, and left the room, doing exactly as Asherah ordered.
Later...
The Sakandi party sat down at the table, Asherah once more covered in veils, not a bit of her skin to be seen. She could make out figures and faces that were close to her, but she tried not to swing her head this way and that, given the balance of the crown beneath the veils that kept everything in place.
She sipped the green tea and ate some food, bringing her hand up beneath the veil, and stopped when the Daimyo made his announcement. Asherah's heart was crashing beneath her breast when he made it suddenly clear that he wished Asherah to be his bride -- an announcement that she was not surprised by.
She gave a nod of her head so that it would be obvious that she accepted his proposal, hiding her shaking hands beneath her long sleeves. Yet, promptly soon after, the Daimyo spoke to the Ryoichi family and offered them a lordship and land. Uh oh. It seemed that perhaps the Daimyo's hand in marriage was not a competition... but his favor certainly was.
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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 May 9, 2017 3:09:45 GMT -8
The Daimyo nodded his acknowledgement of Yuudai's acceptance, beckoning for Kaito - The Shark to step forward. "Kaito will assist you in this process, acting in my stead regardless of the situation to ensure the other Lords do not give you too much trouble." With that matter dealt with for the time being, attention returned to the more immediate reason they were all here. "Emissary Jamil, I plan to send my right-hand, Chosen of the Wavewarden, to Sakand to inform Emira Fairuz of the arrangement, and escort her back if she wishes to attend." |
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Kaito - The Shark
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Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kaito stands at a firm 5'10", weighing about 164lbs. His body, tanned and showing the first signs of "leathering" so common amongst veteran seafarers, is toned like a swimmer. Brown hair and reddish brown eyes are the standout features, though a long scar traces his left thigh, the only remaining sign of his fight with the monstrous shark.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive shark was emblazoned on his banner, fluttering in the breeze that constantly came off the sea. His armor was studded with massive shark teeth, and was constructed completely of sharkskin. His blade was forged anew following the fight with the shark, the back of it studded with small points capable of tearing through the toughest armor.
Registered: May 7, 2017 12:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Kaito - The Shark on May 9, 2017 5:19:40 GMT -8
Kaito stepped forward and bowed low to both the Daimyo and his Father, indicating his acknowledgement of the command. Acceptance was a given.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 23:44:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 7:30:21 GMT -8
Yuudai had an acquaintance with most of the lords within Quying, and among most of those lords that he knew, a good reputation. Still, it was one thing to be a good business partner and merchant contact... another to be raised to their equal. The Ryoichi wealth already rivaled half of them, and now he'd be seeking samurai to serve under him.
But, of course, not his son. Yuudai's steely gaze swept to Kaito, where the shark-skinned warrior remained as silent as his father usually was and nodded. Yuudai nodded to the Daimyo as well, quiet as always.
They ate their meal with the Daimyo, Miyuri, Kayako, and Suzume coming out of their shell to speak to a few that were there while Masami remained as quiet and unassuming as she ever was. Still, it was odd that she was THIS quiet, not even engaging her sisters in conversation, and Yuudai wrote it off as feeling embarrassed because of her deformity.
When it was time to leave, the Ryoichi gave their respectful good-byes, then made their way home.
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