Yakumo Teiko
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Yakumo is a fairly slender and elegant looking man who's Triad origins only shows on his body which is covered in tattoos of snakes in all sizes and shapes. Outwardly he is a fairly handsome man with a charming smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Yakumo is normally always dressed immaculately and has a preference for fine silked Yukatas
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Mar 8, 2018 10:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Yakumo Teiko on May 29, 2019 10:37:49 GMT -8
"Oh that's a pity, because there are plenty of people to help here in the city - and you could consider me a benefactor who, besides being a silk shop owner, also invests in the good of the city and its people." he said and wry smile forming but his next words and the intention of getting to chat one on one with this guy was interrupted by the presence of Fubiyoku's, frankly, annoying little lackey. Yakumo's eyes traveled slowly downwards and a frown formed listening to his plea. But this might be interesting, because watching his master fall he seemed to sense an opportunity ti climb the latter - and ambition was something Yakumo's loved nurturing.
"Very well." Yakumo said as a smile appeared although it would take more than words to prove anything to Yakumo. Torakichi had, to put it bluntly, been taken into the fold because Yakumo saw him as being so pathetic, that he was likely to do anything for them - which could prove valuable in itself. It hadn't yet though but now there was a chance.
"I admire your ambition and enthusiasm to..." he said and nodded towards the still unconscious Fubiyoku. "... ascend in status within our family." Yakumo's hands folding. "Why don't you start your 'lucky streak' against Matvey here? It could prove very symbolic. I'll bet ten ryu on your behalf, and you'll see it paid back five times if you win - of course detracted the sum you owe me plus interests." his smile widened and eyes turning to Matvey.
"How do you feel about that? Up for a match more with this eager contestant?" Yakumo asked expectantly. "I might be able to get you an audience with the regent, if you so desire." Yakumo tempting Matvey.
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Matvey Fyodorov
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: A short, stout young man. Has floppy white hair hair and grey eyes. One of his pupils is larger than the other due to an incident as a child. He is somewhat feminine in the face, despite the muscular rest of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a crisp blue suit with a black and gold robe over his shoulders. Has several bags filled with medical equipment.
Registered: May 5, 2019 12:23:36 GMT -8
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Post by Matvey Fyodorov on Jun 1, 2019 15:37:26 GMT -8
Matvey let out a huff at that, his distrust growing by the moment. He looked over at Torakichi with a curious, almost bemused look as he came over to beg for money. He looked... pathetic, and Matt hated using that word, but it was the best one he could think of. Ah yes, Matt saw him with the man he just fought, some sort of servant? Slave? Matt could never tell in these parts. At the talk of a challenge though, Matt looked over at Yakumo, quirking an eyebrow. "Another fight? So shortly after my last?" He said, tilting his head. "That sounds irresponsible. Poor for the body."
Still. Matvey didn't want to turn the poor bastard down, and a plan started to form. He would throw the fight, let this poor man get some money and some clout, and it gave him more of an excuse to leave. He smiled suddenly, turning to Torakichi. "If you wish to fight me that badly, give me a few moments, yes? I will meet you in the ring, and we can fight like gentlemen." A win/win, perhaps a perfect situation for him to be in.
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Torakichi
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Winner
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 25
Physical Description: A man of somewhat below average height, but with a fairly strong build. He has black hair which is often unkempt and a ratty beard which indicates his lack of care in shaving rather than a conscious choice. Torakichi believes it looks "rakish", however this hasn't translated into much luck with the ladies.
Clothes and Equipment: Torakichi is dressed in a pair of baggy-kneed leggings, and a short kimono top, much like most other townsmen. He has a nearly empty coin-purse hanging from his belt, and sometimes wears a bandana across his forehead. He wears wooden geta on bare feet. He also possesses a shambolic umbrella.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Nov 29, 2017 15:05:36 GMT -8
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Post by Torakichi on Jun 5, 2019 11:55:08 GMT -8
“Yes! Not only am I ambitious but I will definitely see that you will make back your money Teiko-sama,” Torakichi said with great enthusiasm, bowing a number of times in front of Yakumo. “This guy is the one who beat Fubiyoku-san, huh?” Torakichi said, looking to Matvey. A brief shudder ran up and down Torakichi’s spine. Fubiyoku had been – still was – scary, very scary. And strong, very strong. Yet this guy pounded him into the ground. Torakichi, however, could not give in to fear, for he had luck on his side.
After a second or two staring at his future opponent, his eyes flicked back towards the priest at the bar, for reassurance. Yes, he had definitely felt a divine light, and that meant he couldn’t lose. Looking back to Matvey, he put on what he considered might be a ferocious-looking expression. “I’ll be glad to pummel you into the ground like a gentleman, mister. You can tell everyone that Lucky Torakichi was the one who defeated you!”
Torakichi held his head high as he swaggered to the back room to take up his position in the fighting pit. Holding on to the luck that was in his name, Torakichi stepped into the ring and stripped off his shirt, before tying a manly fighting bandana around his forehead. Spectators could note that he wasn’t the feeble little runt his attitude made him appear – he had a reasonable amount of muscle from work as a construction labourer that he would take when easier forms of income had their downturns.
Bets began passing between the spectators as Torakichi waited for Matvey to step back into the ring. He heard whispers and laughter from the patrons as he encouraged himself by muttering “Yes! I’m lucky!” and pumping a fist as he paced the arena.
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Isamu Ping
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Too put it mildly, on a good day Isamu looks like he should have tied one on. The man routinely has bags under his eyes, a scowl on his stubbly face, and a gruffness to his voice that suggests he is permanently hungover. This is despite his youthful features that only barely make him look his age thanks to the large scar running under his eyes and over his nose. His chin length hair is prematurely white and he needs a haircut, if not a complete shave.
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Registered: May 5, 2019 16:46:34 GMT -8
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Post by Isamu Ping on Jun 5, 2019 16:14:21 GMT -8
It didn't take long for Isamu to find what he was looking for. A small Yokai, the departed soul of vermin a rat or something similar. Such spirits were near omnipresent in cities like these, the vermin never realizing that they had passed on and continuing their routine much like their brother's and sisters.
Pulling out a sheet of paper he quickly scribbles the kanji for contain and lure onto the piece of paper. He drops a bit of blood into the ink and chants softly. Once he is done, he lays the talisman it on the floor it doesn't take long for the vermin yokai to make its way over, its form being sucked into talisman the moments its ethereal body makes contact with the paper.
With the talisman made Isamu gets to his feet wandering, with only a bit of a stumble towards the arena. Looking down at the fighters he chuckles at the grand joke he is about to play. Placing the talisman between his hands he offers up a prayer to the spirit within, promising it the chance to move in exchange for a small favor.
The vermin spirit accepts, mostly because it wanted nothing more than freedom and once that is done he releases it from the talisman. The creature, invisible to those not trained or without power, scurries down into the pit and toward the foreigner. Nothing bad would befall the man just a bit of bad luck that would haunt him throughout the fight.
With this done Isamu wanders back to the bar. Another man may have placed a bet on the fight now, but Isamu new this would be amoral. Besides, he barely had any coin, nowhere near enough to make a bet.
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Hēisè
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Roleplay posts: 12
Physical Description: A young, battle-hardened man with eastern features and unnaturally dark eyes. Carries a worn and simple blade, with a slightly curved spine. He doesn't look as though he can be trusted.
Accompanying Hēisè is an elderly blind man known as Irako. Though seemingly disabled, Irako is a master swordsman and shows unusual loyalty to his younger companion.
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Registered: May 30, 2019 17:51:30 GMT -8
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Post by Hēisè on Jun 5, 2019 17:40:02 GMT -8
Two men entered The Snake Pit, both looking as though they might have stumbled into the wrong building, or that they weren't to know what the building was in the first place. The first was Hēisè, a young man wearing a downtrodden robe that was, like his hair, still slightly damp from the swim he had taken in the river. Hēisè had no weapons to speak of, but one look at him and his well defined muscles suggested that he knew how to handle himself, even if no part of his body language suggested he was looking for action.
Unfortunately for Hēisè, simply looking like he could fight often got him in trouble with people who actually wanted to fight, and those people invariably clashed with Hēisè's proud and stubborn attitude. Luckily for him he had a companion who increasingly found that it was his job to stop such events from spiralling out of all rational control. Irako was getting old and had been blind for years, but the katana-like blade on his hip looked as though it was more expensive than the two of them combined. In fact the old man looked as though he might have been half decent at using it in his prime, but at that moment he had one hand resting on Hēisè's shoulder as he was led into the establishment.
"About time I get a decent meal," Hēisè grumbled. "I've been rowing for days, and now I stink of river."
"A marked improvement," Irako replied. "You really need to learn how to bathe properly if you're going to get anywhere in life."
"The only place I'm going in life is to this table," Hēisè said as he sat down at one, and watched Irako sit down opposite him. "And to order something warm. Perhaps if we stopped roaming the wilds like common hoodlums we would actually be able to find a bath to bathe in?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, boy. We ARE common hoodlums, or haven't you realised?" Irako asked, as he carefully lay his sheathed sword across his lap. Just in case something happened.
"Do they come and take our order, or do we have to go and find them?" Hēisè pondered aloud, ignoring Irako's remarks.
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Orchard Viper Triads
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Roleplay posts: 30
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Mar 19, 2018 12:09:40 GMT -8
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Post by Orchard Viper Triads on Jun 6, 2019 5:46:36 GMT -8
The two guys stuck out like an honest word in a gambling house. New in town? For sure. Hungry? One could charge them thrice. Foolish enough to enter into the Fight Pit? One of them surely! At least this was what went through the mind of the bartender, a straight haired slim girl in her start twenties with a tight fitting pink and yellow yukata that slightly started to reveal her chest and stopped just beneath her knees.
"Would the gentlemen like something to eat? Perhaps some ramen and a bottle of sake to start with?" her words honeyed and her smile seductive as she approached their table with hands behind her back and legs slightly crossed, though she quickly realized that her smile was quite wasted on one of the men. "Also..." she whispered and leaned slightly in over the table letting Heise eye what maybe hid within her yukata but turned her head towards Irako. "You knife stays at the door." her words soft still wondering if the doorman had quite forgotten his duty today.
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Yakumo Teiko
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 28
Physical Description: Yakumo is a fairly slender and elegant looking man who's Triad origins only shows on his body which is covered in tattoos of snakes in all sizes and shapes. Outwardly he is a fairly handsome man with a charming smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Yakumo is normally always dressed immaculately and has a preference for fine silked Yukatas
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Mar 8, 2018 10:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Yakumo Teiko on Jun 6, 2019 5:58:12 GMT -8
Looking at both contestants a smile crept further up his face.
"Well that is just splendid..!" Yakumo said and nodded to both of them. "Let me place my bets and then I will look forward to the show." Yakumo said politely and went up to the cashier to put his bet on....
"Matvey... Ten ryu please." Yakumo said with a plain face turning around to find a seat for the spectacle. There was no way Torakichi would win, he wasn't daft enough to believe that, and even if he got him in debt, he would never be able to pay it off anyway. Winning a bit on Matvey was the clever thing to do and then when Torakichi lost he might just... perhaps... Reward him for the effort and rare fit of courage. That was if he stopped disgracing himself soon and got on with the actual fight, Yakumo's smile already very strained.
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Hēisè
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Roleplay posts: 12
Physical Description: A young, battle-hardened man with eastern features and unnaturally dark eyes. Carries a worn and simple blade, with a slightly curved spine. He doesn't look as though he can be trusted.
Accompanying Hēisè is an elderly blind man known as Irako. Though seemingly disabled, Irako is a master swordsman and shows unusual loyalty to his younger companion.
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Registered: May 30, 2019 17:51:30 GMT -8
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Post by Hēisè on Jun 6, 2019 8:57:46 GMT -8
Hēisè glanced at the young woman for a moment, noting how her uniform was almost certainly designed to win over the men she was serving. She was there to convince them to buy more and perhaps, when the customers were drunk, they'd even offer her gifts of her own. It was a mostly harmless tactic but as she spoke Hēisè couldn't help but wonder if they hadn't entered some less than reputable establishment, and if her bosses would actually let her keep any tips she earned.
"Yes," Hēisè replied to her with a nod. "We'll start with ramen and two bottles of sake-" his word ended abruptly as the old man across from him hissed.
"Absolutely not! No drinking!" Irako said, before leaning over the table to continue speaking in an agitated whisper that was so loud it defeated the point of whispering in the first place. "We are not here to get drunk, and we are not here to deal with the trouble being drunk inevitably causes! We will not have a repeat of Xuanrao!"
Hēisè paused at the mention of the place, wherever it was, and his eyes fell to the table in momentary silence. "Okay, fine. We'll have one bottle, to share, between us."
"Hēisè!" Irako hissed in protest. "The. Entire. Town."
"You will not command me!" Hēisè suddenly snapped back, and the old man went silent. "We will have one bottle of sake, and that is final." He turned his head to the waitress, and nodded in final approval.
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Orchard Viper Triads
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Roleplay posts: 30
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Mar 19, 2018 12:09:40 GMT -8
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Post by Orchard Viper Triads on Jun 6, 2019 9:33:57 GMT -8
The bartender bit her lip slightly with a devious grin seeing the two squabble over one bottle of sake or two.
"Gentlemen, please..." she said soft spoken and eyed the man named Heise.
"You will have zero bottles of sake and zero bowls of soup and you'll be enjoying both outside, if your weapons don't find their place with my colleague at the door." she continued patiently in the same tone, though her threat not an idle one.
"But if you hurry, I'll bring you two bowls of soup and a..." the bartender winked at Heise as her lips silently formed the word 'two' while she held up two fingers. "... bottle of sake." she continued with an expectant smile. Tips could be made in many ways and if this yielded her any it was hers to keep.
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Hēisè
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Physical Description: A young, battle-hardened man with eastern features and unnaturally dark eyes. Carries a worn and simple blade, with a slightly curved spine. He doesn't look as though he can be trusted.
Accompanying Hēisè is an elderly blind man known as Irako. Though seemingly disabled, Irako is a master swordsman and shows unusual loyalty to his younger companion.
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Registered: May 30, 2019 17:51:30 GMT -8
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Post by Hēisè on Jun 6, 2019 15:40:30 GMT -8
The atmosphere between Hēisè and Irako was, for a brief moment, thick enough to cut with a knife. The silence was louder than a scream. Thankfully the bartender made the two men snap out of it and Hēisè cleared his throat to break their quiet. "Well I wasn't aware no weapons were allowed," Hēisè said. "Or for that matter, how he even managed to get the sword in here. I'll go and take it back to the door."
Hēisè began to rise, but Irako did before he got the chance. "Don't worry, I'll take it myself," Irako told them. "I remember the way to the door."
With that, Irako turned and began walking back to the entrance of the establishment. Using muscle memory and hearing, he had little trouble avoiding tables and people and when he reached the door, he would take his sheathed sword and hand it over to whoever stood guard.
Back at the table, Hēisè would take out a pouch. During their time in the city, they had managed to get the rest of their foreign currency exchanged for the local one. "How much for the ramen and sake?"
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Orchard Viper Triads
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Roleplay posts: 30
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Mar 19, 2018 12:09:40 GMT -8
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Post by Orchard Viper Triads on Jun 7, 2019 10:02:20 GMT -8
She didn't let it show but a slow sigh made her a little bit less tense again - disarming people who 'forgot' to deliver their weapons at the door always merited a bit of sophistication. However this time it seemed as if the doorman had likely mistaken the old man's katana for a walking stick - the fool.
"Well there we are and all is good." she said with a smile and returned only moments later with two bowls og ramen and a bottle of sake to share - and a secret bottle for Heise only and she put her index finger up before her lips to indicate this was their little secret. "It will be eight mon (copper peices)." she said and inclined her head a bit waiting for the payment.
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Matvey Fyodorov
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: A short, stout young man. Has floppy white hair hair and grey eyes. One of his pupils is larger than the other due to an incident as a child. He is somewhat feminine in the face, despite the muscular rest of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a crisp blue suit with a black and gold robe over his shoulders. Has several bags filled with medical equipment.
Registered: May 5, 2019 12:23:36 GMT -8
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Post by Matvey Fyodorov on Jun 9, 2019 10:28:59 GMT -8
Matvey handed over his ten ryu wordlessly and stepped into the ring, rolling his shoulders back once. He never liked losing, even if it was on purpose, but it was better than audiences with the regent and whatever else Yakumo decided to use him for. Still, Matt wasn't even really sure he could lose on purpose with someone like this. He looked tough, sure, but muscle meant nothing without the skill to be able to fight. A weak-willed man liked Torakichi might never win. m4Hrir3|1-20
The first punch is not Matt's best, but a decent hit if it were to connect. He decides to be safe and aims for the stomach, a quick left hook into the gut. Throwing the fight was going to be difficult without drawing attention, so he decided that the best course of action was to still fight, and just fail to dodge any hits. He'd take a few heavy blows and go down in a decent time, not too fast, not too slow.
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Torakichi
Established
Winner
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 25
Physical Description: A man of somewhat below average height, but with a fairly strong build. He has black hair which is often unkempt and a ratty beard which indicates his lack of care in shaving rather than a conscious choice. Torakichi believes it looks "rakish", however this hasn't translated into much luck with the ladies.
Clothes and Equipment: Torakichi is dressed in a pair of baggy-kneed leggings, and a short kimono top, much like most other townsmen. He has a nearly empty coin-purse hanging from his belt, and sometimes wears a bandana across his forehead. He wears wooden geta on bare feet. He also possesses a shambolic umbrella.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Nov 29, 2017 15:05:36 GMT -8
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Post by Torakichi on Jun 11, 2019 13:34:20 GMT -8
Torakichi nodded at his opponent as the foreigner stepped into the ring. He didn't have anything against foreigners especially. He had made friends with one once, back in Kiyonai, and almost got to go with him on a trip around the world, but something had come up and the man had left suddenly, leaving Torakichi behind by accident in his haste. This one, however, well, Torakichi had to summon up some kind of aggression against him in order to fight him. That … curly hair …. and … big caterpillar eyebrows … it made Torakichi … not really angry at all. But he still wanted to win!
He put up his fists. He'd seen people fight before, it couldn't be too hard. Over Matvey's shoulder he could see the dim lights reflected in the eyes of the eager crowd. Their attention was only encouraging him to put up a good show, until he saw, looming over the heads of some of those in the front row, a battered, glaring Fubiyoku. “...!”
He had his fists up and barely had time to react as Matt's fist hit him in the stomach. It wasn't the hardest blow he'd ever taken, but in his surprise he found himself fallen onto his backside on the floor. “Ow!” he exclaimed, bemused and hurt. Gathering himself clumsily back to his feet, his right fist took a wild swing at the side of Matt's ugly mug and connected! He felt his knuckles hit cheek flesh. This was it, the underdog clawing his way back. Watch and learn, Fubiyoku-sama! As he watched for the effects of his punch on Matt he took a half step backwards, once again raising his fists to guard and this time resolving to pay a bit more attention.
Defence F9Ka6XMH1-20
Attack 1-20 (Matt is not defending.)1-20·1-20
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Hēisè
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Roleplay posts: 12
Physical Description: A young, battle-hardened man with eastern features and unnaturally dark eyes. Carries a worn and simple blade, with a slightly curved spine. He doesn't look as though he can be trusted.
Accompanying Hēisè is an elderly blind man known as Irako. Though seemingly disabled, Irako is a master swordsman and shows unusual loyalty to his younger companion.
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Registered: May 30, 2019 17:51:30 GMT -8
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Post by Hēisè on Jun 13, 2019 9:52:25 GMT -8
Hēisè took out eight of the copper pieces the waitress requested to pay for their food and drink, then another two which he placed into her hand. "Thank you," he said to her as he watched Irako make his way back towards the table. "Perhaps you can help us with something else. Do you know of a good hotel that's not going to put us out of pocket? I expect we'll be here for a few days."
By this time, Irako had just reached his seat and lowered himself into it, grumbling under his breath something about being declawed like a house cat. Hēisè would take the second, secret bottle and slide it into his small travelling pack as quietly as possible. "Eat up," Hēisè said. "The service here is extremely fast."
"Apparently so," Irako said, savoring the smell of his food with a deep breath. "And hopefully," he continued as he picked up his chopsticks and placed them into the bowl, "it is just as delicious." He took his food to his mouth, then slowly chewed to savor as much of the taste as possible. His lips seemed to perk up a bit as he swallowed and offered a thumbs up to the waitress. "Not bad! It's easily a 6.8, possibly even a 7 out of 10."
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Orchard Viper Triads
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Roleplay posts: 30
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Mar 19, 2018 12:09:40 GMT -8
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Post by Orchard Viper Triads on Jun 13, 2019 23:14:43 GMT -8
The waitress smiled and nodded.
"Thank you very much gentlemen!" her voice friendly and clear as she inclined her head listening to their question. "Hmm... I would say there are a few, but tourists come here so rarely that I'm not able to just give you a recommendation. But if you move towards the market place from here, I'm certain you will stumble upon several that could have your interest." she replied with a grin.
The waitress winked at Heise as he hid the other bottle of sake while chatting a bit with Irako to help conceal the deal.
"A common house cat gets declawed so it does not by accident put them to use against its hosts - but unlike the house cat, you'll get your back on the way out." she said her voice soft and diplomatic still. It might be the place for the largest organized crime syndicate in Jeoncho, but they enjoyed civility and politeness as much as any Jeoncho noble - and perhaps even more.
"Ohh I'm glad you like it mister, it is freshly made..!" she said, though she was secretly slightly offended by the crude rating he offered. "But if I may propose, such a rating should be seen in regards to the very cheep price too." she could help but add.
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Matvey Fyodorov
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: A short, stout young man. Has floppy white hair hair and grey eyes. One of his pupils is larger than the other due to an incident as a child. He is somewhat feminine in the face, despite the muscular rest of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a crisp blue suit with a black and gold robe over his shoulders. Has several bags filled with medical equipment.
Registered: May 5, 2019 12:23:36 GMT -8
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Post by Matvey Fyodorov on Jun 16, 2019 14:33:55 GMT -8
Attack: EraeIKA31-20
Matt seemed surprised that his attack hit at all, let alone affected the other man as much. Was he overdoing it? I can't let up too much though, he thought. They'll get suspicious. He was pulled from his thoughts by an unexpected punch to the face. Not the hardest hit he'd ever taken, not even close, but it was enough to stagger him briefly. Perhaps this would be harder than he thought? He appreciated a good fight, sure, but he didn't want to hurt the poor bastard too much. Still, as he was recovering, he swung at Torakichi's solar plexus.
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Hēisè
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Physical Description: A young, battle-hardened man with eastern features and unnaturally dark eyes. Carries a worn and simple blade, with a slightly curved spine. He doesn't look as though he can be trusted.
Accompanying Hēisè is an elderly blind man known as Irako. Though seemingly disabled, Irako is a master swordsman and shows unusual loyalty to his younger companion.
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Registered: May 30, 2019 17:51:30 GMT -8
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Post by Hēisè on Jun 17, 2019 8:28:57 GMT -8
Hēisè began to tuck into his ramen, his mouth so full that he could only listen to the waitress give her explanations.
Then the inevitable outburst happened, Irako being as obnoxious as he was. He tilted his entire upper body backwards, head following until the loud guffaws that left him were aimed above him rather than the waitress itself.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa!"
Hēisè suddenly gulped, quickly wiping his mouth and looking around himself as though half expecting to get jumped at any moment. What was the old man laughing at now?
"Damn it, boy. You've gone and brought us to exactly the type of place I told you not to!" Irako said, loudly and straight at his younger companion.
"What? What are you talking about?" Hēisè replied with the annoyed and impatient tone of a teenager.
"Look around you, Hēisè. This area doesn't see many tourists, it has an armed guard at the door, it's policy not to allow weapons inside, the waitress is as intelligent, poetic and as diplomatic as I'm sure she is beautiful, and while I can't see it I wouldn't be surprised if the place is rather nicely furnished and full of patrons who are looking over their shoulder even when they're not. We're in a restaurant run by organized criminals."
Hēisè shook his head with an apologetic sigh. "You don't know that. I think you're starting to go senile, old man. Waitress, I apologize for my companion's behavior."
"Oh I don't? I bet you 50 of the coins they have here that I'm correct," Irako said assuredly.
"What coins? All your coins are MY coins."
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Orchard Viper Triads
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Roleplay posts: 30
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Mar 19, 2018 12:09:40 GMT -8
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Post by Orchard Viper Triads on Jun 18, 2019 4:44:23 GMT -8
The waitress was surprised by his sudden, and slightly rude, outburst but listened politely to Irako's deductions and was more surprised that it was the blind man figuring it out first as normally people would realize this fact quite quickly.
"I assure you, that we are no such thing, mister. If you meant to discredit our ramen byt implying that only ruthless gangsters could serve such a meal, I can probably recommend one if the restaurants at the marketplace too." her voice still as polite and pleasurable as ever. "Our doorman ensures that it is a peaceful environment - because we will provide tools for eating and our meat is so tender here, that you need not a katana to cut it." she added with a wry smile.
It was of course lies, but did it really make any difference for a blind man anyway? They were being treated to sake, food and a welcoming service - what other services they also offered was really unbecoming as a subject while eating dinner. This was better left for the backroom...
"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to bring you your napkins..!" she said and went back to the bar fetching two cloth napkins putting them on the table - what Irako couldn't see, was that they would have the logo of the Orchard Viper Triads on them, and the devil on the shoulder of the waitress found this increasingly amusing. "I hope everything is in order now." she would say and grin.
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Torakichi
Established
Winner
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 25
Physical Description: A man of somewhat below average height, but with a fairly strong build. He has black hair which is often unkempt and a ratty beard which indicates his lack of care in shaving rather than a conscious choice. Torakichi believes it looks "rakish", however this hasn't translated into much luck with the ladies.
Clothes and Equipment: Torakichi is dressed in a pair of baggy-kneed leggings, and a short kimono top, much like most other townsmen. He has a nearly empty coin-purse hanging from his belt, and sometimes wears a bandana across his forehead. He wears wooden geta on bare feet. He also possesses a shambolic umbrella.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Nov 29, 2017 15:05:36 GMT -8
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Post by Torakichi on Jun 25, 2019 8:03:59 GMT -8
This time Torakichi was paying attention! His defences were up and he wasn't going to let the curly-haired guy hit him again - It was painful. Somehow he had forgotten that he was going to get hit and experience pain in all the excitement about being lucky and winning. He felt like he might have bruised his tailbone on the floor. But also he had punched the guy. Yes! And the guy had felt pain too. (In a way this was a quite meaningless act of violence …. but he still wanted to win, so he was glad.)
Somehow though, despite all his attention, Matvey was fast, and his fist hit out towards Torakichi's midsection – Torakichi took a couple of half-steps back, but it wasn't enough to evade the reach of Matvey's arm. He grunted, staggered another half-step back. Why did I sign up to get hit by somebody?, he wondered to himself, I should have just gone to play han-cho or something non-dangerous, but as he tucked his one arm into his bruised torso, Torakichi took another staggering couple of half steps forward.
Instinct told him that now he was in the fight, if he didn't bring down the foreigner, he'd get beaten to a bloody pulp. “I'm lucky! Lucky Torakichiiii!” he called out. It looked like the movement of a drunk gibbon, as Torakichi's right hand curled more tightly into a fist and he lauched it wildly up at Matvey's chin in a forceful, desperate uppercut.
Defence W0VjtdiD1-20
Attack 1-201-20·1-20
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Matvey Fyodorov
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: A short, stout young man. Has floppy white hair hair and grey eyes. One of his pupils is larger than the other due to an incident as a child. He is somewhat feminine in the face, despite the muscular rest of his body.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a crisp blue suit with a black and gold robe over his shoulders. Has several bags filled with medical equipment.
Registered: May 5, 2019 12:23:36 GMT -8
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Post by Matvey Fyodorov on Jun 26, 2019 11:49:50 GMT -8
Matt wanted to react this time, honest. The uppercut hit him hard, and he started to stagger back. Before he had time to think, let alone react, it was like his feet suddenly gave out under him. He fell back and hit the ground with a worrying crack of his head. He wasn't unconscious, not yet, and that was unfortunate. His head was throbbing with the hits he took, and it seemed like every muscle in his body was screaming at him to get up and leave. As he lay there though, he smiled. He lost the fight. He could leave now. He'd let himself get carted out and let this poor man get some self-esteem back. A win-win for everyone. Except for the people who bet on him. They'd lose, but Matt didn't care at this point. He just wanted the room to stop spinning.
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