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| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2005 8:25 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme OOC: okies, thanks dan, that eases a burden :P
[color=green:29be3a15d5]Amatsu head turned, his eyes followed fluantly to lock onto Nenshoukaze's figure that sat across from him. A warm grin spread acrossed his face to the tone that 'Nen' had, for it was genuinely respectable. "It was my award for completion of my training..." His raspy tone seemed to be built up with a humble air, proud in volume to this accomplishment as he continued, "Under the Art of Bushido, that is." Clearing his throat again, he added on to his small explanation, "So, yes, I guess you may say it's a trophy." He nodded his head once again, but his facial complexions came to norm as he asked again, "I do believe I still haven't caught your name though...?"[/color:29be3a15d5] |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Before Kaze could answer, Ushio slammed her fist on the table, her chest moving in accord with the abrupt action. "Why are all you male samurai so stuck up and ... well, stuck up?" she asked, eyeing both Kaze and Amatsu curiously. "What's armor but a bunch of leather that protects your gentitals?", Ushio chuckled rather loudly. Downing a small bottle of sake in almost one fell swoop, she grinned and leaned against the table, adjusting her kimono as she needed. "Let's talk about something more intestesting!" she said, waving one of her hands. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:01 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=green:719e32c3e2]The armored samurai gave a slight jump to the woman's actions, his eyes widening with a hint of surprise to her sudden movements. He then cleared his throat as his complexion came to norm once again. Letting out a sigh and a raspy tone emit from his mouth, "I belive I gave a fair amount of time for you to answer my question as well, fair lady..." As he said 'fair lady' his tone shifted to somewhat of a more sarcastical mood. Not to insult her, but to poke a little humor her way.
"As for your words, I can assure you that the armor I wear has more to do than just protect my... vital parts, shall we say?" Allowing a low chuckle to escape, he set back up his sake-cup to it's original standing, and grabbed to the bottle to pour another cup of the liquid within.[/color:719e32c3e2] |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:26 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Lori and Jean laughed at this.
Jean took some notes: Samurai love and care for their armour and swords like brothers, and are very serious about chivalry... most of the time. Lori took a long swig of sake and grinned like a shark. "<Heheh, chivalry is impractical in the real world. It's kill or be killed.>" Just to be a booze-induced showoff, she pulled out the left revolver with her right hand (the one not holding the saucer) and dry-fired it at Amatsu before he even knew where her hand had gone. If the gun had been loaded, he might have been dead as he sat. But, it just gave a dull cough and a tiny wisp of smoke. Lori blew the smoke away with a chuckle. She put the revolver back, and became herself again, no longe the dame de Feu-bâton. She poured more for Jean, then herself, and had another long drag on her saucer as if nothing had happened at all. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2005 9:55 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=green:7cb946e747]The samurai's head slowly cocked over and studied the weapon the woman had holstered. His head slowly shook from one side to the other as his eyes then traversed to study the surface of the table. Allowing a sniff of the dry-smoke that spat of the gun to fill his lungs. Exhaling an alotted amount of the aroma, his eyes glanced up to meet Lori, and spoke out in a more dilligent tone.
"True... But you must also rely on your weapon, for one day, you will run out of measely bullets," Taking a small pause, he rolled his shoulders as they emitted a bone-crackling snap, and letting out a sigh as he continued; letting his words sink in, "Then where will you be...?" His optics fluantly shifted from the woman to view the two samurai, or whom he presumed were samurai, as he awaited theconversation of theirs to continue... Hopefully uninterrupted...[/color:7cb946e747] |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 3:25 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "<'Then where will you be...?', you say. Well, about where you would be if your sword broke. Any given discipline has drawbacks, and so the smart fighter knows, and learns how to defend herself with nothing.>" She hiccoughed and stared at him with slightly glazed eyes from under her cowboy hat... but then noticed that he wasn't paying attention any longer.
Dammit, he's blowing me off because I'm a gaijin woman, she lamented inside her head. "<So, what else is there to talk about,>" she said, trolling for an answer, any answer. OOC:Keep forgetting... to be descriptive. And someone else please post on Lightwing... I have nothing to say. |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 4:40 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "You didn't catch my name becaus I did not throw it," said Nenshoukaze neatly, his expression more bland and one eyebrow raised. Though his tone of voice seemed to indicate humor, his appearance seemed almost comically disagreeable in its coldness. He allowed this to settle for a moment before he smiled once again and opened his mouth to speak. "You may call me Nenshoukaze. It's not my real name; I'm sure I lost that long ago as a child." He paused again, his expressions now comically upbeat and reminiscant, despite his tragic-sounding talk of his childhood. "I suppose I'm little more than a nameless ronin with a nameless style. I am not even worthy of the swords I carry, I fear."
It was at that moment that the foreigner unsheathed her mighty pistol, firing... nothing. Despite his relatively young age, Nenshoukaze had experienced many things -- one such thing was a firearm. While he was not frightened by its appearance, he was certainly surprised. There were very few people in Kyouto who carried such weapons. "I disagree, m'lady," Nenshoukaze said to the pistol-wielding woman, a warm smile upon his face. "The smart fighter may learn to defend with nothing. However, the truely skilled fighter learns to attack with nothing, while appearing to never have any drawbacks." He paused, still smiling happily, and turned to the female swordsman to his right. "Don't you think so?" he asked Ushio. OOC: PS: my 800th post! w00t! ^^ |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | At Nenshoukaze's questioning, Ushio turned to him and nodded vigorously, grinning. "Un, sou yo!" She took another sip from her cup and sat it down on the table, leaning against her elbow to look at both the woman and Nenshoukaze at the same time. "Believe me, I made sure to take a few martial arts along with my sword training. You never know when you'll be seperated.." she said, patting her soft hand on the sword on her right. Ushio sighed, streatching her slender arms up and over her head as she yawned.
"Well, enough of this serious talk... let's chat about somthing more fun and less serious!" |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 5:16 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Jean said quickly, and quite nervously, to Ushio, "<Yes, let's. Please. When Lori goes into dame de Feu-bâton mode, she scares me. A lot.>"
"<Huh,>" said Lori sadly, "<Our sake-jug's empty...>" "<Because you drank it all, dear.>" Said Jean with frustration apparent. "<Sometimes...>" He trailed off as she tipped over the jug, hoping for more. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 6:17 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=green:386897b2b5]The samurai gave off a grunt to Kaze's remark, not in a discruntled way, but out of catching his humor; the small smile on his face having widened to what he had heard of the samurai's name. Before he could speak out a 'Nice to meet you', his mouth closed as Kaze spoke over to the gun-toting woman, and remained silent as all of the people had spoke. Giving off a shrug to the amount of time he was alloted to speak, he poured himself some more sake and began to take another drink.
Placing the small saucer lightly on the table once again, his eyes came away from the people before him, seeing a few men, merely riff-raff, staring holes into the blade beside him. He could feel the greed in their eyes as he chuckled in the back of his mind, "Come and get it..." Allowing his eyes to turn away from the men to those back at the table purposefully, he gave the men the oppurtunity to snatch his weapon. They stood, and traversed the room from their table, one man came to his shoulder opposite from where his weapon laid, and gave a 'friendly' pat as he notified him in a fake, cheerful tone, "You must be quite a samurai, ne? Having armor like that." As this was happening the other man had swiftly snatched the clothed-sheath of the sword, which concealed the lengthy blade, and began to run for it. Amastu's eyes remained locked upon the man that spoke out to him, but quickly narrowed, for as soon as the man lifted the sword, Amatsu's hand snatched onto the handle. This causing the man who held the sheath to reveal the blade's splendor. With a quick thrust of his arm, he swung back with the handle before the blade's tip was exposed; causing the one to hold the sheath to be thrown back into a wall, and pinned by the sheath, as it wasn't fully removed from the blade itself. Strangely, the blade's nimble and thin material didn't snap in the stress it was put under, having it been over a good seven feet and bending at such a distance to hold back a human's weight. Amatsu's other arm came up and his hand snatched the collar of the other man's shirt. He gritted his teeth as he allowed a small snarl to escape his vocals, the man now sweating and twitching at where he stood. Obviously, being in the grasp of a well-trained swordsman was not a good place to be in his mind. The angered samurai snarled back at the man who he pinned at where he sat, "Get going..." The riff-raff jumped slightly, and threw the sheath of the sword along the blade, the sound of the sheath connecting with the tang of the blade once again filled the air of the tavern, followed by footsteps as the man ran out. Thereafter, the samurai let loose of the other man as he, too, run out. Amatsu gave a small shrug, then smiled to himself. Then spoke out in his usual raspy melody, "As for anything good, I take it the now wettened pants of the second man will be of consequence, for what goes around comes around..." A low chuckle followed his statement, as for laughing soon emitted outside and seeped into the tavern. The villagers outside had seen the 'new color' of the thief's pants, and had no other choice but to let out their humorous side of what they saw.[/color:386897b2b5] |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Ushio merely raised an eyebrow at the little scene that had unfurled before her mahogany eyes. She shrugged and rested her right elbow upon the table, using her left hand to guide the liquid down her throat once more. "There wasn't really any point in giving them any attention, you know..." Ushio remarked bluntly, her tone suddenly serious. For a few minutes she merely stared at Amatsu, perhaps sizing him up in her mind on whether or not he would be a worthy opponent. Whether or not this was true was uncertain, for she quickly regained her cheerful disposition and began laughing.
"Maa I'm being serious again! That's not like me..! Waiter! Another round of drinks, on me!" she shouted, raising her arm as the waiter nodded and shuffled off. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 8:17 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "<I'm going to have to agree with Ushio... You just did that to show off, didn't you?>" Said Lori, setting her saucer down heavily.
"SI STUPIDE, MON AMOUR," whispered Jean *loudly* in French. "YOU were the one being obnoxious becuse you were drunk five minutes ago..." "Yeah, I know.... <Sorry. My mouth and hands ran away from me. What did Mohammed say that one time? 'When drunk, first you are lion, then monkey, then sheep, then pig?' Or maybe... whatever, some Indian proverb like that.>" "<Haha, our mutual friend is very wise: at this table I count 2 lions, a monkey, a sheep and a pig.>" "<I can figure out the rest, but who's the pig?>" "<ME,>" Jean said, his face green-tinged. He ran off to the privy with the sudden urge to heave up lunch. "<At least I don't throw up, you ninny,>" Lori called to his retreating figure. "<So, anyone have an interesting drinking story?>" She said congenially. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 9:06 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=green:b6f06f63de]The young samurai grunted, and shook his head in spite of the other's choice of words. It may have looked that way, but he kept it simple, for he knew he could of done worse. As to the woman's words, his eyes locked onto her own. Having a keen talent of studying one's thoughts through their looks, he drew in that the lady might want to duel him. He smiled vaguely at her, only to let his dark eyes fall to the table with a heaving sigh.
After setting his weapon down on the floor once again, he lightly stroked his fingertips across the sheath of it and brought his hand up to rest on the surface of the table. His facial complexions furled and frowned as he became troubled as to how he "showed off", as they had put it. Then with another shrug, he let the whole thought drop.[/color:b6f06f63de] |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 9:49 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: this'll go before martin's post, chronologically
Nenshoukaze looked upon Amatsu with curiosity and disapproval, much like a father might look at a child he has found playing in the mud. He set down his sake saucer and crossed his arms, leaning back upon the long, slender cloth bag behind him. Though he hated being serious above most all else, he couldn't help himself as his eyes narrowed slightly in disdain at the actions of the "samurai" before him. By no means was he one to let people simply take his only and most prized posessions, and he certainly felt that theives should be taught a lesson, but to create such a scene in a pleasant sake house as this was going overboard. Though tempted to replay the scene in his mind how he would have handled it, the swordsman decided that such an action would be rather childish, and whiped the concern from his face. He was similarly tempted to speak up in concurrence with the two ladies, but thought that three on one would also be overboard. Instead, however, he downed his saucer of sake and replied to the the lady's question. "Actually, I do," Nenshoukaze said jovially, his ever-present smile once more upon his face. "This old chinese guy who raised me for a while used to drink all the time. He said it was practice for some style of his, and made me watch him and show him how he moved when he was sober again. He always told me that I was "so much better than him," but even now I've hardly any idea what he was talking about." Nenshoukaze paused, looking as though he were building up to a great punch line, simply waiting for people to digest the story. "And... that's about it." He smiled nervously, scracthing the back of his head. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 6:28 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=green:8391f2c81f]Amatsu smirked slightly to Kaze's words. His eyes shifted curiously to the door of the tavern to see another man, adorning the same armor as he, beckoning with his hand to come outside. The black samurai gave a small, and quick nod to him, then shifted his gaze to those at the table.
Allowing a more humble tone of his voice to escape his mouth, he lowered his head to a bow, "I apologize, but I must take my leave." extending his lengthy legs to stand once again, his hand clamped onto his long weapon. He took a few steps of his stride, and was standing at the door in about a third of the time it would take the others to reach it from where they sat. With his back exposed to the others, he shifted his foot over to turn sideways, his darkened eyes gazing back at them as he expressed a few words, "I thank you for your company, let Bishamon bring blessings upon you." Again, the dark man bowed gracefully, then turned to exit the tavern, his black cape fluttering about his vanishing figure like a set of free raven wings.[/color:8391f2c81f] OOC:Bishamon is one of the Seven Japanese God's of luck, his luck being channeled into the energy of those during battle. |
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