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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2018 21:52:19 GMT -8
Ah. Yanagi.
The soup was declined, but he took to the bean buns for the time being. It gave him a bit of time to think as he mulled over a few things. Despite the Lord's pressing presence, Jiro motioned for one of the servants standing nearby to approach. When near, he murmured a couple of instructions to the young man and sent him away.
His attention turned back to Haitaka. "I hope you will forgive me for having my material brought to the table, but it would be easier to suggest when I have the facts in front of me."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2018 22:28:10 GMT -8
Advisor Jirou sighed quietly and tossed back a fourth serving of sake. Things were certainly uneasy as of late. He watched the sorcerer with a tired gaze. "Just... try not to turn this room into a library, please."
There was a grunt from Advisor Ryuichi as he pegged the shikigami with a hard glare. "For all the time you spend holed up in your room with those books, you can't just come up with something now to give our Lord an answer?"
"Ryuichi-san, please. Don't do this. Keep things peaceful in the presence of the ladies," sighed Jirou, lifting his refilled cup up in a gesture towards the two wives with something as close to a soft look as he could manage. If there was one thing he didn't care for, it was disrespect to women. And he was in no mood fr Ryuichi's attitude or temper tonight. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
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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 Jul 10, 2018 19:02:04 GMT -8
Haitaka gave a deathly glare to both Jirou and Ryuichi. "I want a solution and my shikigami shall do whatever is required." He then turned his attention back to Jiro and nodded, giving the man the go ahead.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 1:03:20 GMT -8
Both bowed their heads respectfully as they were chastised by their Lord, with Ryuichi casting a fleeting glance to the sorcerer where he sat. Ayane tucked herself a little closer to her husband as she plucked up her bowl of teriyaki beef and noodles to bring it carefully closer to her chin to avoid spilling the broth within. She looked around at the men that were seated - the people of Haitaka's court. She scowled as a result, annoyed by them. Their behavior was irritating, and politics bored her. Etsuko politely declined anything to eat at the moment, watching Jiro carefully with a gentle, kind smile upon her lips. "Well, do you recall anything general? Is magic the solution to these yokai, and the oni?" she inquired, her tone taking a hard level much like her husband had on the occasion where he spoke to his soldiers. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2018 1:09:49 GMT -8
If he could grin more, he would. However the sneer was in his eyes when he looked at the two advisors. Fools.
The young Lady spoke and Jiro looked to her, letting his head dip low a little in proper respect. "Ah, forgive me, my Lady. Yanagi was a very old, very powerful oni. It only makes sense that common steel wouldn't be able to harm him. It's very fortunate the damage he inflicted was minimal and the death count low.
"In terms of anything beyond him, I'm not entirely certain there is a single cure-all for them. I mean, you remember the Blood Moons, and the spirits that come alive when the night turns red. Very few of them can be cut down with a simple blade - ah, but I guess that isn't the best example," he sighs, reaching for another bun on the plate near him. "Simple imps become deadly and immortal in the Blood Moon, and I cannot explain it. But I hope you see what I mean, that not every spirit is the same. Some resist the weapons of men, some are easily felled."
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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 Aug 1, 2018 0:36:03 GMT -8
"I am hoping there is way to craft, or perhaps find, a blade that could slaughter any demon regardless of its strength. Though I expect that creating such a weapon would be extremely hard, if not impossible with our current state." He grabbed a piece of rainbow lobster sashimi and dipped into some wasabi spiced soy sauce before popping it into his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 7:10:00 GMT -8
"Creating a weapon?" he laughed, shaking his head as his his books soon appeared on the table amongst the plates and bowls of the meal, shooing the servant off with a few gestures of his hand as he brought one up to his nose and proceeded to quickly shuffling through the pages in search of something. "Oh, my Lord, your sense of humor is ever-so enjoyable. I would have no idea how to make such a weapon - things like that, according to any legends I've ever heard, are only made by the kami and wrought of divine materials and souls and spirits of the other realm.
"Finding anything of the sort, needless to say, is a mystery. Who knows how many are made, if they ever were brought down to the lands of mortals, and if so then where they might be resting. Or if any were already found. Or if they even exist. Hmmmmm..." His voice trailed silence as he proceeded to skim through the texts of another book.
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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.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Aug 5, 2018 11:17:35 GMT -8
Hiataka grumbled slightly at the fact that his wish was seemingly pointless, but considering the man was still burying his nose in his books... Perhaps there was hope.
He dipped another piece of lobster in his soy sauce and forwarded the meat into his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 22:37:24 GMT -8
Jiro remained in his book for an uncomfortably long period of time in silence before he finally huffed a breath and clapped the book shut, thumping it beneath his palm on the table - enough to make the servant at his table flinch noticeably. "Do forgive me, my Lord, but your frustration at the lack of a more forward answer is contagious. I browse over books daily, many, and just as many scrolls.
"But I think this would be a good opportunity. You know as well as I, my Lord, that there are fallen towers and ruins and villages aplenty that have gone uncharted for a few generations before you nor I were born. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to explore, despite the risk. In fact," he added, reaching over for a small bowl of miso soup that was poured for him. "I daresay, I would like to make an expedition myself for one or two, if we have the men to spare for such a journey."
A clear chance to move away from the palace and out into Fusei territory willingly. How often did something like this come up? Not near enough, he thought, continuing to grin in that almost sinister fashion.
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