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 26, 2019 16:11:18 GMT -8
From his spot at the bar Isamu hears the crowd erupt in cheers and boos. The kind that said someone had just won a lot of money and many more had just lost a lot. The fight was over and the exorcist pushes away from the bar coming near enough to the pit to see the result. Torakichi had won, perhaps on his own merits or perhaps due to his little curse. Isamu care little either way, his prank would bear fruits he'd never see but he was sure they'd be spectacular.
For now, the priest had but one concern. He ambles around to the loser side, the place where the men who'd been beaten badly were being treated. "Can I get through? I am a priest and just want to give benedictions to the losers to help them in this trying time." He inquires of the staff since he wasn't sure if he could go around back. Still, he needed to talk to Matvey, mostly to grab that rat spirit he didn't want that bad luck curse to linger for longer than it needed.
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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 27, 2019 14:20:15 GMT -8
A satisfied smirk provoked by Matvey's initial great few punches and Torakichi's hideous defense and attack made Yakumo content about his bet. He had never seen one as full of himself as Torakichi go right in there and be anything but a disgrace anyway - and the start indicated that would not change today either. Yet his smirk was abruptly broken as Torakichi, as surprising as rain on a cloudless day, would step in and motion an uppercut towards Matvey's jaw, and hit. Hard.
Yakumo narrowed his eyes disapprovingly as Matvey went down and the gritty fighter refused to stand back up, Torakichi being named the winner. If he had just made the bet with the house, it had been money back into his pocket, but he had made it between another few guys. Sure it wasn't exactly money he needed, but he enjoyed having people rely on him because of that and he had lost that opportunity with Torakichi. He had to pay him what he owed him, and as it stood, it was more than enough to pay back his debts to Yakumo. But perhaps there was still a way to keep his services? It required something else than monetary oppression, but perhaps Torakichi was a gem disguised in dirt? Yakumo squinted. Perhaps...
Meanwhile Isamu would not have a hard time gain access to the place where the injured fighters tried to get back on top of themselves again - because no one guarded them and treatment was limited to being handed a bit of fresh water and a few guys making sure the fighters were able to see how many fingers they held out.
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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 Jul 1, 2019 11:16:50 GMT -8
Torakichi couldn't believe it! The guy went down! “Huh?” He looked at his fist, amazed at his own strength, then crouched down to examine the vacant face of his inert opponent, then – with tears of joy in his eyes, Torakichi leapt up and down. “I did it! I won! Lucky Torakichi! I always knew I could win! That's me! My luck is back!”
He danced around the ring with no sense of modesty, looking for Fubiyoku-sama who he knew was there somewhere. He pulled a face in his general direction, making his eye bulge and sticking his tongue out. “Yes! I win!” he said decisively. “Stupid Fubiyoku... I'm my own man, now!”
Next, Torakichi looked for Yakumo. They were both going to make a ton of money from this. Money! He could hardly believe it. But before he had a chance to find his patron in the crowds, Torakichi spotted the exorcist coming through. I
ntercepting Isamu he grabbed him by both the arms, if Isamu would allow such a thing. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he said, practically crying, “You gave me my luck back! May the spirits smile on you always, priest-sama.”
Since Isamu was going over to the injured Matvey Torakichi came with, looking down at the foreigner who was almost insensible on the floor. “Thank you, too, mister,” he said, hands held together in prayer.
But Torakichi would not linger long with the losers. He would go now to find Yakumo Teiko. There were a few congratulations and threats as he made his way towards the propreitor but soon he was standing in front of Yakumo with a big grin on his face, standing tall. “So! You bet on the right man, Torakichi-sama will never lose a fight! How about those fifty ryo, Teiko-sama?”
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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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Post by Isamu Ping on Jul 3, 2019 7:26:52 GMT -8
Apparently, no one cared much for the losers which made Isamu's life far easier. However, before he could tend to his business Torakichi rushed over to grab his arms. The lightly sotted priest wasn't really in good enough form to stop the small man from doing it so he was vigorously thanked. "Yes, yes blessings upon you."
Isamu says with an absent wave of his hand as the man bolts off to do whatever it was he was doing. Likely to collect a sum of money, piss it away, and soon be back in the same sorry state he had been. The man would not know to take the sum he'd won, move away from the city and settle into something safe like rice farming, no Torakichi would keep pushing his luck.
That wasn't Isamu's problem, what was Isamu's problem was Matvey. Settling down next to the foreigner the priest nods at the man. "For a man who just lost a fight, you don't seem too broken up about it." Isamu notes as he, without waiting for permission lays a hand on the man's forehead. The rat spirit jinx leaps from Matvey and onto Isamu who sends it to Nirvana with a whispered holy word and a breath of air from his lungs.
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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 Jul 6, 2019 9:25:09 GMT -8
It took Matt far too long to recognize that people were speaking to him. He didn't register Torakichi's thanks, instead just barely hearing Isamu start speaking to him. A hand was pressed to his forehead, and Matt attempted to swat it away to little success.
He didn't seem too broken up? He wasn't. He couldn't tell this man that, though.
"Did you bet on me?" He asked, his already garbled accent even harder to understand through the slurring. His bag of medical things was beside him, as was his journal. At least no one stole his things, that was the one thing he could be happy about.
"I apologize if you did. I think I made a lot of people angry tonight. Not that I care much, I do not intend on staying long." Something felt weird about this man though, about the forehead touch. It felt like a fog had been lifted. His legs worked a little better than they did before. He let out a groan and stood up, looking over himself.
"Who are you?"
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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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Post by Isamu Ping on Jul 6, 2019 15:16:46 GMT -8
"Gambling is a sin."
Isamu says but the chuckle in his voice reveals that despite his words, he didn't really consider that an issue. Matvey's words were quite telling in their own way. Shedding potential light on the entire debacle that had happened. Of course, at this point, Isamu would just be speculating since what he was observing could also be due to the man recovering from the blows he'd taken.
"I didn't lose a single copper ryo, so save your apologies for any angry drunks that decide that your loss was on purpose just to make them lose money." Places like this were magnets for such people. Those who enjoyed watching violence often liked partaking in it, especially against people they perceived as weaker.
"As for who I am, my name is Isamu. However, I suspect you meant what. I am an exorcist, a type of priest, and I thought you could use some spiritual healing." A crooked smile crosses Isamu's face which, if Matvey was paying attention, would be quite telling in regards to the man's motives though it would be up to Matvey what that tell spoke of to him.
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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 Jul 7, 2019 6:19:26 GMT -8
"Yes... You are indeed lucky Torakichi..." Yakumo said a smile once again broadening on his face. "Fifty ryo is a lot of money, Torakichi-san - how about we took those coins and made them... one hundred ryo? Or even more?" Yakumo said and folded his hands in front of him. "I have your attention now?" he asked hoping this was the case.
"Such money can be lost or won everyday..." he said and put his hand on Torakichi's back. "But the talent I saw in there deserves better than that - it deserves to be important." his words wrapping around Torakichi. "YOU deserve to be important, and with a small investment of a mere fifty ryo, you'll be my new collector. You'll get a nice cut of whatever you collect and get to enjoy the status of such a position within my family." Yakumo said and waved his free arm in a large circle as he guided him up to the bar where a single knowing glance towards the bartender had torakichi served a cup of sake. "Things will start to come to you automatically..." he tempted Torakichi.
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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 Jul 12, 2019 12:20:57 GMT -8
Fifty ryo was more money that Torakichi had seen in one place, never mind owned, or contemplated owning. The thought of one hundred ryo nearly made him faint. “Y-yes, Teiko-sama, you definitely have my attention,” he replied, palms sweating crazily.
Yakumo's words seemed to envelop him like a silken scarf as the big boss escorted Torakichi through the room. His voice was so smooth, his words so persuasive... but... one hundred ryo. Torakichi picked up the cup of sake and the ripples in the top spoke of how badly his hands were trembling. “It's … it's a very, very, kind offer Teiko-sama. Very, very kind of you,” Torakichi began, giving a few hasty bows. He grinned in a rather unconvincing way that made him look sick rather than happy.
“It's just that, I'm sorry Teiko-sama, but I .. I'd really rather have the one hundred ryo ifitsallthesametoyou!” He finished in a hurry, blurring his words together in his haste before knocking back the sake like his life depended on it.
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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 Jul 13, 2019 10:09:17 GMT -8
A religious man? God, was he that close to death? He seemed a bit concerned but smiled anyway, appreciated that it wasn't some angry drunkard trying to get his money back.
"Mmh, yes, that would be uh, uhm..." He paused for a moment. What was the word? "Unfortunate." They wouldn't be wrong to do that, but Matt didn't consider himself wrong for throwing the fight either. A necessary evil to avoid getting brought into... something. A criminal world, probably. He didn't like criminals.
"I do not need spiritual healing, but I appreciate it," Matt said. He noticed the smirk but his brain lacked the function to register it as anything other than a smile.
"I uhm, I appreciate it though. Perhaps you can buy me a drink instead? My head is throbbing."
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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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Post by Isamu Ping on Jul 15, 2019 7:51:30 GMT -8
Isamu snorts in derision when Matvey claims not to need spiritual healing. The only people he'd known who did not need some form of it where the monks who had reached a state of nirvana. Free of desire for any worldly possession, one with the universe, those poor bastards were whole in spirit and seemed utterly content with their lot in life.
If Isamu was a betting man, he would have placed money on Matvey having something in the past the man felt guilt, remorse, or regret over. Some taint to the soul that haunted the foreigner to this day. But Isamu was not the kind of priest who tried to guide a flock or lead even a single man to spiritual redemption. Isamu was an exorcist and one that gave a genuine laugh at Matvey's request.
"They say spiritual enlightenment comes when you are one with everything and want for nothing. A pure mind without thought. In my experience, you can get close to that with a good jug of sake so you are at least as wise as this priest." Coming to his feet he offers Matvey his hand. "Come, I'll buy you a drink but not here. I think lingering would be bad for your health."
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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 Jul 22, 2019 11:14:01 GMT -8
Yakumo listened and nodded, smiled and nodded, while taking interest in Torakichi and happy that he seemed so grateful, so their cooperation might become very fruitful - until Yakumo's expression stayed the same. Yet it didn't for his words had summoned a subtle displeasure, something perhaps best described by the complete lack of muscle movement in Yakumo's face. As if he was patiently waiting for Torakichi so rethink his blunder - very quickly.
Yet he didn't and Yakumo slowly blew air out of his nose, calmly sipping at his sake - putting it back down with no visible indication to his indignation that Torakichi would decline such offer.
"Of course, Torakichi-san..." Yakumo smiled and tapped his fingers on the counter looking at the small guy, studying him well.
"That would be alright... but I don't have them here right now. They are all bound to businesses." he lifted a brow with a smirk. "But perhaps you might want to go them for me? It won't be all at once, just little by little, and every time you bring them back to me, you get your part and I'll tell you where to go look next. Before you're aware of it, you have your one hundred ryu - and perhaps more." Yakumo trying once again to lure Torakichi into his scheme by putting it slightly differently this time.
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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 Jul 22, 2019 11:56:32 GMT -8
“We-ellll, you see, Yakumo-sama,” Torakichi rubbed the back of his head. “That sounds like a lot of work, and I was kiiiiinda hoping to retire. At least for a little while?” Somehow the non-optional tone of Yakumo's words had failed to find its way into Torakichi's consciousness, and he still felt he had some say in how he got his 100 ryo.
“How about until you get the 100 ryo together, I stay here!” said Torakichi. “I could have a free bar tab, and all the food I want, and free betting chips for the fights, and you can just tally up how much I eat and drink and bet take it off the 100 ryo once you get enough coin to pay me back. In the meantime I can help you out by being a tourist attraction, since I'm your reigning champion! People will come to see me and I will sign autographs for them.” He leant his elbow on the bar confidently and beamed.
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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 Jul 25, 2019 8:40:17 GMT -8
Matvey took Isamu's hand, stumbling up into a standing position. He wobbled uncertainly as he gathered up his things. The heavy bag of his took him off balance, but he managed to right himself. His short stature made him look remarkably like a toddler, with fluffy hair and wide eyes trying desperately to stumble forward and walk.
"Ah yes, we should, we should leave," Matvey agreed. "You seem very uhm. Very smart." Yes, lingering would be bad. Someone might realize that he threw the fight, or someone might be trying to get their bet money back. He wasn't in any mood nor the physical state to fight at the moment.
"Where should we go? I uhm, I don't... I don't know where I am." He thought for a moment.
"Wait, I... I do, I just. I don't know... place very well." He held a hand up to his head. The incessant throbbing was starting to get to him. He needed something to soothe the pain, quick. Maybe when he was in a safe place, he could search his bag for something to sooth it. He tended to have medicine in there.
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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 Jul 27, 2019 14:00:30 GMT -8
As the waitress placed their napkins on the table, Irako raised his hand to near his chin and pointed at her with an eery accuracy with his finger. "Your honeyed words only serve to further prove my assumption," Irako told her. "Your issue is that you're trying too hard to disparage my words, while at the same time speaking in so corteous and civil a tone. You may see that I cannot, so I have come to rely on things other than my eyes to determine what's around me. I like to think I've gotten quite good at it, and now I can see things that even those with eyes may not."
Hēisè stared at Irako, looking as though he was about to throw a bottle of sake at the old man. Instead he maintained composure, dabbing his mouth politely with a napkin. "Fine, whatever. We're in a house that is possibly but by no means confirmed disreputable. We're only here to have something to eat and drink, so why do you even care? It's not our business and despite all your ranting about keeping out of trouble, you sure seem eager to get us into it." He began to eat again, eyeing up the waitress as he did so. "Jus' igno' 'im. 'e' go' 'oo mu' pri'".
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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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Post by Isamu Ping on Jul 28, 2019 7:37:48 GMT -8
It was becoming apparent that Matvey had been hit quite a bit harder than Isamu had originally thought. The foreigner was barely able to stand on his own two feet and the exorcist was fairly certain the young man needed serious medical attention. With a heavy sigh, since he was at least partially responsible for Matvey's situation, Isamu decides upon a course of action.
"Here drink this, it will dull the pain." He presses a flask into Matvey's hand, the small container filled with a very potent spirit called Dragon's Tears. It was handy for exorcists to carry some as it could be lit on fire (And since he'd blessed the flask that made it essentially flammable holy water), used to sanitize wounds, or used to get roaring drunk after you failed to save someone.
Slipping his shoulder under Matvey's arm, the one not currently holding his flask, Isamu walks the man towards the door. "Come along friend lets get your drunk and maybe patched up." He says with a chuckle as they head out of the door, leaving behind the den of villainy. Isamu wondering if this was why he'd been pulled to the bar.
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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 Aug 3, 2019 11:18:54 GMT -8
This bastard was being more trouble than it was worth trying to preserve, Yakumo thought and rubbed his chin. giving him free reign in the Snake Pit to do whatever he wanted to? He wanted to just throw him out on his butt and be done with it, since he had been so much trouble, but in the end had had actually been some help to Fubiyoku-san in doing a few jobs and stuff. Looking at Torakichi Yakumo didn't imagine he was a guy who was too strong with the numbers, and if he, say, overshot his limit, he would be working for Yakumo again.
"Torakichi-san... You better let me handle the numbers, because I did not promise you one hundred ryo, I bet ten ryo on your behalf and you'd get it back five times minus the debt you still have with interests. But don't worry about that, there is still a healthy plus on your side, so please do enjoy yourself until I get the calculations done." Yakumo said and smiled bowing just slightly to Torakichi before turning and leaving. This way was not perfect, because he would still be a nuisance and use up food and drinks and as he was out of earshot and turned to one of his henchmen.
"You know that ming-looking vase we have out back... please grease it slightly and fill it with sake so that one can only just carry it - and give it to good old Tora-san over there as a congratulations-gift." he smirked as the henchman smirked back knowingly.
"I'll see it done, Yakumo-sama..." he said and discretely headed towards the back room. A little while later Torakichi would receive his gift but perhaps find it a little difficult to handle - Yakumo securing himself a seat with a view for the happening.
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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 Aug 3, 2019 11:33:54 GMT -8
The waitress was actually surprised by the insight this old man possessed - even if he was blind. Sure, she didn't actually try to hide the fact that this was a place for the 'less reputable', and her words did toy with the fact that he couldn't see and she refused to acknowledge fully what he had come to suspect was a fact.
"My honeyed words is all the dessert you're going to get, if you keep on slighting our fine restaurant, jii-san." she inclined her head but voice was still smooth and friendly. She listened to the big guy give her advice on what to do, but at the same time he completely missed the clue she had placed right under his nose. 'Who of the two was the most blind?' she mused and chuckled slightly.
"I will, I will... you two guys enjoy your meals and let me know, if there is anything else I can do." she folded her hands on her back and bowed as she turned around and waltzed back behind the bar with a teasing feminine sway.
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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 Aug 6, 2019 8:27:59 GMT -8
Matvey took the flask without a word and swallowed it down quickly, eyes screwing shut as the taste hit him. Fire seemed to go down his throat and into his stomach, landing heavy and uncomfortable. After a moment though, his body was filled with a comfortable warmth that took over. "This... this is not normal alcohol," he said, mostly to himself.
Still, though, leaving seemed nice. He couldn't let himself be overtaken by this strange feeling, so he leaned into Isamu and walked out with him. "Yes, yes, drunk, drunk is nice. My uhm, my bag, it... it has supplies in it." He slurred. His brain felt like it was malfunctioning between the head trauma and the drink he was given.
"Medical, uhm, medical supplies," he said after another moment, realizing that he didn't elaborate. "I uhm, I'm a travelling doctor."
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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 Aug 7, 2019 15:52:41 GMT -8
"No, it isn't."
Isamu says with a snort as he pockets the flask. A priest carrying around more potent alcohol than what they served at the bar might have been odd to Matve, but the addled man may have deduced that Isamu was not a normal priest. A fact that was made more apparent when he easily handles Matvey's weight, the exorcist was strong of body lacking any of the frailty one might normally associate with a profession that tended toward asceticism and scholarly pursuits.
"Oh aye." Isamu says when the doctor brings up his bad. "And where is that?" He casts his gaze around. He was hoping to be out the door by now, but he'd not leave without the means by which his poor besotten charity case made a living. He'd made a bad man happy today, Isamu would not worsen his karma by making a good man miserable.
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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 Aug 19, 2019 12:00:05 GMT -8
“Bag’s right here,” Matt said, holding up his bag before stumbling due to the weight of it. “Never leave without it, nope.” His head was feeling even weirder by that point. That and the strong man holding him was… nice, actually. A warm and fuzzy sort of feeling that made him realize that he was desperately in need of human affection. He grabbed onto Isamu tighter.
“You’re uhm, you’re very nice. Very strong. Do you work out?” He groped at Isamu’s upper arm, squeezing the muscle. “Uh, why are you helping me again?”
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