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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 8:41:05 GMT -8
Her attention followed his own to the mentioned that he saw, and her stomach tightened a little - she wasn't quite sure. But perhaps with someone to act as a bit of a pillar for her to lean again, she might be able to deal with it.
Then again, if she wanted to try to regain whatever sliver of her former self might remain she couldn't continue to tuck herself away now could she? The turmoil of her thoughts made her long for her father.
But she took his hand to help her stand, and would place herself at his flank. "I would like to meet those you know," she replies quietly.
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Shinamori Setoku
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*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150 
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 3, 2017 8:52:49 GMT -8
Setoku was quick to cover his shock, not at the fact that she took his hand, or was willing to go with him, but the feel of her hand. For the short time she took his hand to assist herself up, until she got on his flank, he knew he wasn't dealing with an average female. No, she was above the station of a slave, or a typical Nobel woman. This girl was trained. Setoku offered the girl his arm before he started off. Which he would, whether she took it or not.
"Akiyama-dono, if I may... May I ask what you do for a living?"
Setoku would begin making his way through the crowd,softly guiding people from both their spaces as he made his way toward the center of the party.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 9:00:07 GMT -8
She seriously debated on whether to take the offered gesture or not - it really wasn't like her to. She was hardly a feminine woman, never had been. But would he be offended if she didn't take it?
With a bit of a sigh she brings her hands to fold at her lap as she stood to walk with him - remaining right at his side but behind his arm, nowhere near bold enough to take a place at his side yet like she once would have.
The question made her tense up, her shoulders straightening. But she tried to keep herself calm and her voice level. "Nothing as of now. I've only been in Tawakoshi for a little over three weeks," she replies.
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Shinamori Setoku
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*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 3, 2017 9:45:25 GMT -8
Setoku didn't seem the least bit offended, and went on his way, clearing room for them when needed. Her answer, though, caused him to stop, and a smile pulled on the end of his lips. He looked over his shoulder at her, and merely nodded.
"Yes of course, new to the land too. My mistake. We'll have to wait a moment, it seems."
As the two slowly made it through the crowd, Setoku stopped. Ahead of them were a table of dignitaries and Genji himself. A girl, and a boy with beautiful hair more toward Genjis end is where Setoku motioned.
"As soon as she us done I'll introduce you, Akiyama-dono. And if I may... You came from that village, didn't you?"
His tone was friendly, and there wasn't a hint of intent in it. He merely turned to face her again, allowing their eyes to meet again, a half smile on his features
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 9:53:48 GMT -8
Ketsueki looked to the individuals that he motioned to, including glancing over the Daimyo himself, and nodded in understanding at having to wait. She was patient, especially at the moment. Nothing was pressing, and it wasn't as if she was awaiting a worse fate.
At the second inquiry, her attention would shift back to the man as he looked upon her. Her expression didn't change by the question, seeming rather unphased by it. "If you're referring to the village that burned, no I did not."
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 3, 2017 11:01:48 GMT -8
"Ah, must be my mistake. I'll press no further on that matter, forgive me."
Setoku bowed his head, but the smile didn't fade. Instead, he looked away from her a moment, eyeing the Daimyo and then Genji, and letting out a sigh.
"I will admit, though, Akiyama-dono, the reason I thought you were a survivor of the village was your hands. The tops look soft, but from the feel... I dunno, perhaps I'm thinking to much into it.. "
Setoku let the statement hang in the air a moment, before again looking to her, the smile turned sideways,as if he told a horrible joke.
"I thought, perhaps, Akiyama-dono would be able to best this humble samurai in kumite. Silly, huh?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 11:52:13 GMT -8
Setoku would likely be able to feel a nervous tension from the woman at his words. At any other time, the response would have been more favorable and confident - sharp and precise. But now... what was she to say?
The thoughts of little Kiara made her mull her answer over in silence for a moment or two.
"... mm. No, you're not thinking too much into it," she replies quietly - keeping her eyes forward and on Lord Genji across the way. "At one time, they were hard and swift. And I might have been able to best you before. Hard to say now."
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 3, 2017 12:05:21 GMT -8
Setoku merely smiled at the woman, no passing sign of hate, fleeting glimpse of shock, nothing. His body, however, relaxed slightly, but in equal tones, he shot back to her.
"Former Kunoichi...? I'd assume. Than forgive my lack of respects, Akiyama-dono."
Setoku looked to the ground a moment, before looking back to her, his manner more serious.
"Before we meet the two, tell me... How do you feel about our Genji-sama, compared to our Daimyo and Shogun? Depending on your answer, I may have a question of you."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 12:29:06 GMT -8
He was striking nerves, whether he knew it or not. Her gaze narrowed a bit and she was looking him in the eye now. It was crystal clear in her green eyes that she was pained, perhaps angry. It might even go so far as a hatred.
And her response was rather sharp and swift, maybe a bit too much. "I don't want to talk about the Shogun," she snaps, her breathing picking up in pace just a bit. Thinking about the monster of a man made her sick and her blood run cold. "I'd sooner wish the man in the ground."
Assuming Setoku granted her a minute to calm down, she would try to speak again with less venom. "... I hold nothing against Lord Genji. The man has saved my life. Even though I know little to nothing about him, I owe him everything."
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 3, 2017 13:04:50 GMT -8
The venom with what she spoke, the nerves he was getting on - This, whether she understood it or not - Was exactly what he was aiming for. All his questions, the hate of the Shogun, it was all too perfect. He continued to gaze at her, as if her rage was the highlight of his life. When she stopped, Setoku lowered his head slightly, and watched. And once she finally spoke her words on Genji, a smile drew over his features.
"Yes, the Shogun, and those who rally to his views are trash, and Genji, the man who will stop such corruption, will rise to do what must be done. Akiyama-dono..."
Setoku suddenly reached up, and placed a hand upon her shoulder, and if she allowed it, he leaned in close, whispering...
"I ask for either your aid, or training at the least, in your arts. Genji-sama, whether he admits it or not, cannot possibly take the Shogun down. He will need certain people distracted, some armies diverted. And as a gift, for accepting me into his ranks, I have those necessary distractions."
Even if she did not allow him to get close enough to her ear, he still conveyed the message. He would lean back to his former stance, and speak normally once more.
"You don't have to answer right away, or you can reject my offer, just figured I would ask either way."
Setoku gave the girl one last smile, then turned back to Anzen, and waved, seeing if he could just catch her attention.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 13:22:24 GMT -8
She didn't move when his hand came to rest on her shoulder, nor pull away when he leaned in. But his request, and the idea of taking on the Shogun - and his damned Dragon Heads...
The small vessel in hand was dropped, likely to break on the pavement and splash the sake to the ground - and Ketsueki quickly pulled away in an urgent, jerking motion. What was she doing? Trying to get through the people around her and away from them, preferably off the walkways and off tot he side where she would have no choice but to lean far over and attempt to vomit with palms clenched to her stomach.
Thankfully, most of it was dry heaving. But it was obvious she was not well anymore.
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Shinamori Setoku
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*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 3, 2017 13:37:27 GMT -8
The girl dropped the sake, and rushed off. Setoku stood in place a moment, his eyes wide. What...? No, no time.
"Akiyama-dono!"
Setoku was quick to run after her, and after full on shoving people out of his way a couple of times, he caught sight of her, heaving against one of the walls. He did what his instincts told him, and quickly rushed over - One hand would go over her own that clenched her stomach, while the other would come to test in the center of her back.
"Akiyama-dono? Are you OK?!"
He kept his voice low enough so no drunk would wander over to make it worse. But even with the lowered volume, panic could be heard. Slowly he rubbed her back as he spoke again
"I'm sorry, if it was something I said."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 14:03:57 GMT -8
Despite what she might have thought if she hadn't felt ill, his hands were a very comforting gesture against her body. When the worst of the heaving stopped and she was able to gulp down several breaths with little fear of having another fit, she righted her posture as best she could - one hand coming up to grasp at his shoulder for support.
She kept her head down, ashamed and not wanting to let Setoku see her eyes. She could tell in the little time engaged with him that he was a watchful one - and eyes could easily betray a person. "Ugh... I'm, I'm sorry," she murmurs, then shaking her head as she remembered that he had made an apology. "It wasn't you. I... I think it was something I ate. Or the sake."
Despite the fact she hadn't sipped at it at all. But now she was resorting to lies - she wasn't anywhere near ready to explain anything that might regard her first days in Tawakoshi.
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Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 3, 2017 16:11:22 GMT -8
As she straightened out, Setoku took one of his hands in her own, letting his other arm wrap around her, holding her steady once she grabbed his shoulder for support.
"Would you like to find a place to sit down, Akiyama-dono? Under a tree, or inside perhaps?
He offered, unsure of how to help. She drank no sake that he saw, so he wouldn't say that, but maybe she ate earlier? Or perhaps the thought of her enemy in the shogun caused it? He wouldn't press. The fact she kept her head down was interesting, though.
"Just name it, I'll assist you."
He said with a smile instead, looking at her head.
"Maybe a back rub?'
He said jokingly, before pulling her a little closer to steady her.
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Lord Genji
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Roleplay posts: 123
Age: 43
Registered: May 14, 2015 12:40:27 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Genji on Jun 3, 2017 17:39:25 GMT -8
Anzen would finally straighten, keeping her delicate smile on her face as she neatly folded her hands in front of her. "I had hoped of checking his health once more. His most recent injuries had proved a struggle to heal." She frowned slightly then gave a tiny shake to her head as if preventing her train of thought from following a rabbit trail."I visited the courtyard, yes, and meet a few interesting people. One even seems to have the ability to heal as I do, Genji-dono. I wanted to get your full permission to train him to heal during any downtime he may have between your orders." he said. He wanted to shake his head slowly over his absence, as it most assuredly meant he was going on journeys into town that his body wasn't recovered for, but such expressions of feeling were not suiting of his station. "I'm sure he'll be fine! Kojuro-san is a very strong man. Though of course, you do have my permission to train him in such a valuable skill... I had been meaning to ask you of this for him, myself." |
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Anzen Hizashi
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Have I lost you again, my best friend?
Roleplay posts: 89 
Age: 24
Physical Description: Height: 5’4”
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Lithe
Eyes:
Color: Golden Brown
Shape: Rounded, more-so than usual
Hair:
Color: Midnight black
Style: When working, it would be pulled back into a long ponytail - waist length - with two locks of hair barely to her chin left out in front of her ears. The pony tail would be held up with a piece of jade-coloured ribbon.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing: Typically seen in a kimono that was mostly a plum purple that faded to a beautiful magenta diagonally from waist to bottom. In the transition would be a multitude of flowers varying in sizes, each one either a pale blue, lavender, or a powder pink. The obi around her waist would be a pale yellow obi, the obi-jime would be golden, and the obi-age a faint pink. She preferred to wear tabi and zori on her feet.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head. The only other must-have item she would carry, would be a twig of bamboo with one end sharpened into a point.
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Post by Anzen Hizashi on Jun 3, 2017 18:13:37 GMT -8
"I have full faith in my onii-chan, Genji-dono, I just hope no more irreparable harm comes to his way." A pained expression flickered across her face, the concern evident but only for a moment. Anzen did not want to trouble her uncle much on a night of celebration. At Genji's permission to train, her face lit up once again. "Arigato gozaimasu, Genji-dono. I will gladly take him into my tutelage, it will make our men's recovery time much less." At this, Anzen bowed in gratitude. "Would there be anything else I could do for you?"
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Lord Genji
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Roleplay posts: 123
Age: 43
Registered: May 14, 2015 12:40:27 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Genji on Jun 3, 2017 19:29:19 GMT -8
"Actually, I think this might be the most you should do for me. Training in this sacred art, to a very select few people, is a concept I would like to expand," he said to her, reaching for his nearby bowl of chicken, rice, and vegetables. "For this, I was thinking of sending you and perhaps one other to a sacred shrine..." Genji looked around to see if anyone of particular importance was around. They had all gotten up to take a break from watching the plays. He lowered the volume of his voice, just in case, "...where you will meet the dragon, Ryu'jin, who may be capable of bestowing you with even greater power and control over your ability."
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Anzen Hizashi
Committed
Have I lost you again, my best friend?
Roleplay posts: 89
Age: 24
Physical Description: Height: 5’4”
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Lithe
Eyes:
Color: Golden Brown
Shape: Rounded, more-so than usual
Hair:
Color: Midnight black
Style: When working, it would be pulled back into a long ponytail - waist length - with two locks of hair barely to her chin left out in front of her ears. The pony tail would be held up with a piece of jade-coloured ribbon.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing: Typically seen in a kimono that was mostly a plum purple that faded to a beautiful magenta diagonally from waist to bottom. In the transition would be a multitude of flowers varying in sizes, each one either a pale blue, lavender, or a powder pink. The obi around her waist would be a pale yellow obi, the obi-jime would be golden, and the obi-age a faint pink. She preferred to wear tabi and zori on her feet.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head.
Accessories: Her favorite accessory would be a black and gold fan that she would always tucked in either her obi or her sleeve, whichever was most convenient. On rare occasions, the ribbon that tied her hair into a ponytail would be pulled out and worn as a headband, tied into a delicate bow on the left side of her head. The only other must-have item she would carry, would be a twig of bamboo with one end sharpened into a point.
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Post by Anzen Hizashi on Jun 3, 2017 19:48:41 GMT -8
Anzen watched her uncle closely and intently. He had peaked her interest greatly, and her eyes focused directly on him. When he finished speaking, she allowed herself a moment to respond, keeping her voice on the quieter side as he had done. "I am honored you would allow me this, Genji-dono. Have you put thought into who shall be travelling with me?" Despite the expert way she controlled her voice and posture, the twinkle in her eye showed the sheer amount of excitement Anzen felt at for this opportunity. "How much more do you think I could accomplish with my power?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 3:19:27 GMT -8
As she straightened out, Setoku took one of his hands in her own, letting his other arm wrap around her, holding her steady once she grabbed his shoulder for support. "Would you like to find a place to sit down, Akiyama-dono? Under a tree, or inside perhaps? He offered, unsure of how to help. She drank no sake that he saw, so he wouldn't say that, but maybe she ate earlier? Or perhaps the thought of her enemy in the shogun caused it? He wouldn't press. The fact she kept her head down was interesting, though. "Just name it, I'll assist you." He said with a smile instead, looking at her head. "Maybe a back rub?' He said jokingly, before pulling her a little closer to steady her. "Just... should sit down. Just for a minute," she replies, wincing a little as her body ached from the actions. At least she was all right, if not thoroughly rattled. She almost glanced up at him at the joke of a back rub - had it have been from someone she knew, it might have been a good idea. Yet another thought that brought her to her parents, wherever they might be. Mother had always rubbed her back as a child to make her feel better or for comfort. She missed them. "I'll pass... but thank you, Setoku-san," she murmurs, attempting to shuffle around with him to find a place to sit down. A part of her wanted to return to hiding in the estate but he wanted to introduce her to some individuals - and he'd been nothing but kind. She didn't want to be anymore rude then she might have been already. |
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Kojuro Hizashi
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Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jun 4, 2017 6:23:19 GMT -8
As though he had heard them speaking about him from far away, Kojuro appeared moments after his family members had begun talking about him. Dressed in dark green formal wear, he approached the group and stopped behind Anzen facing her and Lord Genji. "Tono-sama," he bowed towards his uncle, "Onee-san. I'm sorry to be so late. I was actually looking for my sister for quite a while, I was told she had been seen in the company of a strange man, but it appears she has found her way her before me. May I join you?"
Kojuro enjoyed celebrations as much as the next person, but this one seemed particularly rowdy and full of strange people. He found that he didn't feel particularly relaxed, but endeavoured to enjoy the celebrations anyway, or at least not dampen other people's enthusiasm.
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