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 Jun 4, 2017 12:08:36 GMT -8
"How could I be anything but pleased? Emira Fairuz seeks the Gem of Sakand from Isra, but I am of the opinion that she sent it to Quying."
At this point, he had already made up his mind to double what he had intended to send to Fairuz, she had far surpassed what he had expected from their brief meeting at the Isran Festival.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 23:31:44 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:19:17 GMT -8
She smiled and blushed again, lowering her head, hiding her face from his view. She was speechless, caught off guard by his sincere poetry. Although, should she be so surprised? Men tended to do what Asherah wanted them to do, just as they usually did for Fairuz.
After all, Fairuz had wanted this marrage, and hadn't the Daimyo given in, with little to no contest? Asherah drifted away from Akagi then, walking deeper into the gardens, soft and graceful and totally foreign against the flowering trees of the Daimyo's garden.
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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 Jun 5, 2017 17:22:25 GMT -8
Akagi followed her deeper into the gardens, walking with the sure foot of a man who could find his way in this place even if he were blind, so often did he tread here. The effect of the mystery cultivated by her chosen attire and bashful manner was not lost on him, even as it worked on him. Fairuz had not worn anywhere near such attire when they had met, so this was not a modesty thing. He made a mental note of being more wary in his dealings with Sakand in the future.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 23:31:44 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 18:06:18 GMT -8
Asherah said nothing more, perhaps because she didn't know what else to say. She drifted beside him, just a little ahead of him, pausing every so often to admire something of beauty in the garden. The Sakandi jewel had no questions to ask, nor any statements to make, a woman that was as comfortable with silence as she was without.
Still, she had a creeping feeling that she was keeping the Daimyo from some important task, and she quietly cleared her throat after a few moments and turned back to him. "I don't mean to keep you from your work, Daimyo," she said quietly. "I'll return to my rooms now and rest. It's been a very long day." There was humor on her tone to indicate that she wasn't complaining, merely stating a simple, unoffensive fact.
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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 Jun 7, 2017 13:05:27 GMT -8
The Daimyo was of the opinion that he could easily justify this as work, but knew a reasonable excuse when he saw one. He bowed to her, not very low, but a respectful gesture nonetheless.
"Of course, I enjoyed our walk, I look forward to many more. Do you need me to escort you to them? The Palace Guards should have already shown the rest of your people to their quarters."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 13:38:21 GMT -8
A smile tilted her lips. "I can find my way." She paused for a moment, then spoke. "I may be delicate and feminine, Daimyo, but I am still strong." She turned to head back, and then turned back. She stepped close to him, went up on her tip-toes, and her lips brushed as gently as a lotus petal over his cheek. "Good night," she told him quietly, her perfume a light spice in the air before she turned once more and made her way to her rooms, hands lifting to pull her veil back down over her face.
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