Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
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Roleplay posts: 149 
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Apr 23, 2018 2:55:46 GMT -8
He smirked, "You two sound quite adamant on this matter." He closed his eyes and relaxed as Ayane scrubbed away.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 23:23:25 GMT -8
Ayane was quite content as she cleaned his hair, dumping the bucket of water over his head to rinse everything off and setting it down to fill once more. Etsuko returned after tucking the letter away in the dry corner, taking up her own little seat beside him on his left. She found another rag and took to gently scrubbing him clean while the younger wife did the same for his right side - still occasionally shooting the elder wife dirty looks. For a few minutes the place was in peace, the only sound being the rush of pouring water and droplets as they pat-pattered on the tile. Finally, the younger of the two women huffed up and looked the man dead in the eyes with a hard stare. "Who's the woman in the temple?!" she barked.  Etsuko sighed and brought the bucket up to run the warm water down his back, gently shaking her head but remaining silent.
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Apr 29, 2018 21:50:37 GMT -8
"A cast away that washed up on the beach, that is all. She was in ill condition so I gave her to the monks to heal her. Why do you ask?" His eyes narrowed into a playfully aggressive look as they settled upon Ayane, "You're not jealous are you, my little flower?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2018 22:16:02 GMT -8
It didn't take long before the girl puffed up a little more with a nice shade of red coloring her ears and a bit across her round cheeks. "... you brought her in. You aren't keeping her, too, are you?!" she shrieked, becoming shrill again for that brief instance. Etsuko finished up with another brief rinse to ensure he was clean before his bath, taking a few moments to do the same for herself as she lathered up her washcloth. "Ayane, please don't do that. It hurts my ears. And just because he brought the poor woman into the palace grounds doesn't mean anything. Until another temple is constructed in Yuequi, the one here is where the sick and wounded must go. And Takehiko is not a man to simply allow his people to die," she added, nuzzling her cheek to his shoulder for just a moment. Sadly, this bit of explanation provided by Etsuko didn't do much to calm the girl down. She continued to glare at her husband. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Apr 29, 2018 22:52:09 GMT -8
Haitaka grinned, clearly entertained, "And what if I did? I have half a mind to with the way you're acting. I think it could be most entertaining."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2018 23:07:44 GMT -8
If the girl could grow any more red, she certainly did at the very thought of a THIRD wife being in the mix. "Don't you dare! It's already bad enough I have to share you with her!" she shrieked, pointing rather accusingly at Etsuko, who tended to her own cleaning rather than deal with the child. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Apr 29, 2018 23:17:09 GMT -8
Haitaka's eyes narrowed again and it was clear in his eyes that he was looking down on her. Still with an amused smile and teasing tone he spoke, "Now now. You haven't performed any of your wifely duties yet. So don't get too big for your britches."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2018 23:24:17 GMT -8
Etsuko couldn't keep herself from grinning as she scrubbed herself down in soft, fluffy suds - while in the privacy of her mind she was certainly laughing. How very right he was.
And almost instantly did Ayane's demeanor deflate. She tried to come up with something to say in turn, puffing up again in her cheeks and looking rather distraught - but it ended with her remaining silent and bringing her hand back to her thigh and letting out the breath in a puff before turning on her stool to face the wall, giving the man her profile and no remark. No sound. Nothing.
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Apr 29, 2018 23:48:09 GMT -8
His face softened immensely as Haitaka sat his hand on her head. "Now now, you know I was only teasing."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2018 21:19:29 GMT -8
She didn't seem to settle down much after he spoke, but the tension in the air seemed to ease. Etsuko rinsed herself off and replaced the small bucket beneath the spout before sauntering over towards the bath. She sat on the flat surface of the raised wall that contained the large bath all the way around, and let her legs dip into the very warm water - feeling whatever tensions in her body slip away. "Dear Ayane, please don't be upset," she offered, keeping her tone sincere despite the wicked thoughts in her mind only moments ago. "Come, settle into the bath. It feels wonderful." |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on May 23, 2018 21:37:31 GMT -8
Haitaka simply continued to wash himself as his wives hopped into the baths.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2018 17:41:16 GMT -8
Ayane cast another dirty look over her shoulder at Etsuko, and kept her back to the woman as she subtly scooted closer to her husband. Etsuko couldn't help but roll her eyes as she eased down into the tub, submerging the rest of her body slowly with a very relieved sigh. After a few more moments in silence she turned her head a bit in Takehiko's direction as she spoke. "... if I might ask, what are your plans for the future, dear husband?" she inquired. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jun 1, 2018 3:19:41 GMT -8
"The north is reclaimed. I am going to take the south next. Then secure the newly claimed territory. Then, with our resources secured, and the enemies cut off... I'll train and equip a massive army and destroy the Fusei once and for all."
He rinsed off one final time and stood, making his way to join his wives in the tub. After he entered the tub he continued, "And then I'm going to enjoy the peace, enjoy my family."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 23:29:11 GMT -8
Ayane was hasty in snuggling in her place under his left arm, nuzzling as close as she could after finally hopping into the bath after him. Etsuko waited patiently for him to settle before taking up occupation against his right side. A gentle smile tugged at the first wife's lips at his words, at the thought of having him in peace and the Fusei gone. "I long for those days. They will be wonderful, maybe perhaps with a few little baby Takehikos running around by then," she giggled, feeling part gleeful and part sad at the thought - knowing none of them would ever be from her own womb. But the sheer thought of the next generation of Haitaka's meant they would be adorable... at least until they were older, when they took on their father's diligence for the position as warlords.
Still, tiny Takehikos in armor... it made her giggle softly.
"So do I!" chirped the younger girl. "Maybe we can travel once all that is over - I wanna see some of the old palace ruins! They are all over the place, but no one knows where they come from! I wanna see!" |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jun 4, 2018 1:39:40 GMT -8
Haitaka pulled his younger wife firmly to him and reached out with his right hand to his first wife's cheek, stroking it gently. "I'll make our home safe. If I have to slaughter every single Fusei myself."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 23:14:58 GMT -8
<A few hours later>
The palace was winding down for the evening, as was the rest of Yuequi. The sun was hardly peeking over the horizon and the skies were dark - bringing out the gentle glow of lanterns outside the doors and the bright lamps inside. The dining hall was being prepared and the members of the palace household were trickling in bit by bit. The low, long tables were being decorated with a number of platters and several bowls of rice - a servant seated on the outside of each one to serve those sitting in to eat, as it was customary to ensure each lord, lady, advisor, and any other of the royal court to have his own plates and bowls and not serve themselves.
All three advisors were already seated, and glancing amongst each other with looks that were mixed between apprehension and frustration and uncertainty. Jirou was already working drinking down a third serving of sake - he had a feeling this dinner was going to be anything but pleasant.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 23:25:54 GMT -8
The tension was thick in the air - he had a feeling a dull wheat sickle could cut it like soft cheese. But he had a good feeling why, and it was perfectly fine for him. Sewn discord in the court would only make things more unstable, and that much more manipulable. But for now, it was time for dinner and discussion. And an opportunity to see Lady Etsuko and Ayane. Lovely flowers, they were.
The man came to settle into the thick cushion at his normal place at the table, cross legged with knees carefully tucked beneath the table and smoothing out his robes. His hands folded nearly atop the table as he waited patiently, watching those around the hall with a thin smile and a narrow gaze - almost sinister. But he smiled, and waited.
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jun 23, 2018 11:27:57 GMT -8
Shogun entered the room and took a seat, accompanied by his loves. He seemed less interested in his dinner than the problem at hand. Luckily, his wives and guest were both fully aware that the dinner conversation may turn far away from conventional. After all, shikigami aren't often brought to dinner. "Please, dig in," he offered giving his guest the chance to indulge before diving into business.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2018 7:56:24 GMT -8
Upon the arrival of the lord and his wives, Jiro bowed his head low respectfully - letting his gaze linger on fine Lady Etsuko. What a woman - she was gentle and kind but she had the clear ability to be a leader. Even a commander. She didn't shy away from her husband's bloodied armor when he returned home from battles or marches.
She was useful, but dangerous at the same time.
His attention finally turned to the servant nearest him and accepted the bowl of miso soup that was offered to start. "Many thanks, my lord, for the gesture to have me here at your table tonight. I imagine it is for a reason other than to drag me away from my books for common social interactions?" he quipped, continuing to smile despite the intent he made in his words. He didn't like to come out of his tomes too often, unless it was for good reason.
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jul 2, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -8
Haitaka responded bluntly, "A demon attacked the palace. My men were unable to effectively harm the monster. Luckily your rival was nearby and responded before... Too much death could occur. He suggested I talk to you about finding a way to slay the beasts, for both myself and my elite samurai." He brought a bowl of miso soup to his lips and took a decent drink of the bean based soup; on of his favorite dishes.
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