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| Lord Kierstead | 04/10/2011 - 11:22 am Post #76 |
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Valor with honor, treason with death
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Icorisu blows a whistle that Hamatao gave him and in a flash the two ninja's return "You two are now to stake out this address's and tell me of anyone who goes in and at a signal which I will tell you later you are to go and aid the giver of the signal" with that he goes into prayer before the ninja leave they look at each other and then leave |
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| Deleted User | 04/10/2011 - 02:23 pm Post #77 |
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Yusei looked on as Icorisu summoned and ordered the ninja to keep watch over Yusei's house. He tried with all his might to sustain a grin, and kept a passive face. Once finished Yusei spoke,"Very well Icorisu, we will continue to be enemies in public and I will continue to anger Fujiko-sama according to my plans. Listen, my plan for this stranger is for you to have no idea about my plan to defeat him. He can analyze and predict your movement if you know. I will count on your judgement and honor to deal with this man if he shows his face. Leave the rest to me." With that he bowed and walked out saying,"Good day, Icorisu-san." |
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| Lord Kierstead | 05/10/2011 - 08:14 am Post #78 |
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Valor with honor, treason with death
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Hamatao runs in rather flustered "Icorisu-san I have seen a group of ninja enter Yusei-samas house that I do not recognize with that he leaves" Icorisu gathers some dark clothes and walks to the sake den Inconspicuosley |
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| Lord Kierstead | 06/10/2011 - 08:12 am Post #79 |
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Valor with honor, treason with death
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Icorisu walks up to Fujiko-sama and gives a deep bow "Milady I had a recommendation for a propsitoin of the weak after the Ninjitsu mastery is complete we should research the way of the sword which will bring our katana samurai up in ability and put us on the road to have Katana Heroes and if you have ever sean those in action they can take out 4 ashigaru units at a time with minimal casualties |
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| Naughty_Ranko | 06/10/2011 - 11:06 am Post #80 |
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A severe thunderstorm was lashing over Mikawa during that fateful autumn night. Though in the castle itself not much of it would be felt, the drumming of heavy rain and the gusting wind could clearly be heard through the old temple walls. And yet that storm was nothing compared to the flurry of emotions from within the walls. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" the head priestess could be heard screaming. Wisely Tomohisa was fleeing it out of the main hall, when furniture started flying. Ryu was beckoning to his friend from a corner where the other ronin had sought refuge. "She's gone bloody crazy," the wide-eyed samurai reported. "I only updated her on the war and ..." A string of choice oaths that could turn even the bravest man pale and the sound of breaking tea implements could be heard from the direction of Fujiko. "I'm not going back in there," Tomohisa said bluntly. "I've never seen her like this. Right now the thought of marching into battle and fighting the entire Hattori army seems more inviting than this." "You go talk to her," Ryu said in his usual subdued voice to Genma. "You're closer to her than the rest of us." Genma did indeed had a suspicion and although he didn't fancy entering the lion's den, he did so under the urging of his friends. Looking back over his shoulder he saw Hayate make a quick prayer for him. He wanted to punch his friend. Entering the hall, he surveyed the wreckage. The totality of the destruction made him question whether this could have been even achieved by the reserved women he called his mistress. The tea set had been smashed, the curtains torn down and in some places even the floor was ripped open. Fujiko was standing at the rear porch, leaning aginst the doorframe in a defeated manner. "There seems to be something going on in the Daimyo's Hall. About the Tatami Master," he said. "I don't care," she replied weakly. "I've had his funeral prepared for months now. Have you heard from Genji or Yuuji?" So it was as he feared. "No," he stated simply, "though I got confirmation that they got the message before the war broke out. ... When money doth cry for blood. That was to be the sign, wasn't it? They were supposed to get her out when that proposal was sent." Fujiko nodded and slid down to the floor, tears freely flowing down her cheeks. "But it never came," she said with a sob. "They didn't have any chance to prepare. By all the gods, Genma, 4 years of planning and they didn't have any warning. All because some stupid novice of a shinobi messed up at a remote farm." "Well," Genma tried to sound reassuring. "You selected them both for a reason. They're not stupid. Maybe they realized the danger and got out in time. They could be on their way as we speak." "Or it could already be too late. Maybe she's already ..." Fujiko couldn't finish the sentence. The possibility was too horrible. For now all she could do was have faith in Yuuji and Genji. And pray for their and their ward's safe return. |
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| Lord Kierstead | 06/10/2011 - 12:07 pm Post #81 |
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Valor with honor, treason with death
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Icorisu heard the yell and went to Fujiko-sama "Milady is their something wrong what happened I heard your..He wisely refrained from the word screech.. Angered voice from My quarters is their some way I can be of service |
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| Kimarous | 06/10/2011 - 08:43 pm Post #82 |
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Two tied-together arrows rest beside the note on the table, the only traces of Kaiso's one-time presence. The note read thusly: If you seek me out, head to Wakasa. I have chosen to return to my unit, the former Kaga garrison, and actually do something in this war. I feel useless here. The title 'Master of the Arts' is meaningless when research takes years and my sole defined duty is to plot out future endeavours. Over the past year, I've resorted to patrolling the walls as a means to occupy my time. At this crucial stage in the war, I feel my hands are better spent holding a bow than a brush. Unless you decree otherwise, my fate will be that of my unit's. Glory to the White East - Aomori Kaiso Far outside Mikawa, the bow-armed Master of the Arts galloped westward at full speed. |
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| Naughty_Ranko | 06/10/2011 - 10:16 pm Post #83 |
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When Icorisu came into the hall, Fujiko's eyes narrowed. Her tears dried up almost instantly and she knew there were still other things she had to attend to. "Leave us alone, Genma." The ronin did so with a bow and Fujiko was now alone with her advisor. "Can I ..." he began. "No," Fujiko responded in an unusually harsh tone. "You'll speak when spoken to. You've got some explaining to do. I've told you to investigate the Kensei. I've even pointed out to you how he tried to manipulate you. Not only have you ignored my orders not to pester the Shinobi Elder with this, but you've also seem to thrown in your lot with that dolt of a Sword Master. Behind my back no less." "Milady," Icorisu began again. "Don't milady me," Fujiko interrupted. "Did you think you could keep dealings like that hidden from me? Especially in my own house? I've trusted you to get to the bottom of this and instead you have become a part of it. You have exactly two minutes to explain your actions, before I have you thrown out of the temple and run out of the city." |
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| Lord Kierstead | 07/10/2011 - 07:50 am Post #84 |
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Valor with honor, treason with death
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"Milady I heard the reason for what he is doing it is to protect you that is the reason I had ninja following him to find what was going on he is trying to protect us all I am endangering you by telling you this I had a ninja follow him home where a man entered and tried to kill him I am not sure of his plan all I know is that he being this way to protect you that is my explanation now do to me what you wish" he knelt and prepared for the second time that week for death |
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| Naughty_Ranko | 07/10/2011 - 09:40 pm Post #85 |
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"Really," Fujiko said in a dreadfully quiet voice. "That's all you have? And you actually believed him? I'm disappointed in you, Icorisu. I have tought you the eightfold path, but evidently you don't understand it. It's all about percieving the truth. About us. About others. About nature. Use your brain. You do me no service by keeping me in the dark. Danger comes from ingorance, not the other way around. As a priest you should have seen that. By going behind my back you endanger my safety far more than by telling me what's going on. The Kensei thinks himself to be a great analyzer and strategist. But the truth is, he couldn't predict that the sun is going to rise tomorrow and he couldn't manipulate water into flowing downhill. More than half of his orders for last season had to be laid out for him by the Shinobi Elder and myself in bite-sized chunks and even then he would have had the army in Echigo sit around and do nothing until the daimyo intervened. Maybe he even thinks he's right in that convoluted mind of his. But it is the duty of the enlightened to percieve the larger truth beyond his sputtering. By antagonizing the council and disrespecting the daimyo's son he doesn't achieve a great master plan. He hurts the Tokugawa cause." Suddenly the hall was illuminated in a bright flash of lightning. Behind the Head Priestess a ghostly figure of massive stature hovered. Bishamonten, the warrior god himself, was here and stared at Icorisu accusingly. "You are a fool for believing his nonsense and for taking his word over that of your mistress. You have dishonoured yourself and this temple. I am a forgiving soul, but your patron is not." Fujiko turned around and the silent war god seemed to turn his back on the man, too. "Leave the temple. You are no longer a priest and your presence defiles the holy ground upon which we tread." Luckily in this position he could not see the tears she was shedding. Her back remained straight, but the wound hurt. The wound he had inflicted upon her by betraying her personal trust. "But what am I supposed to do?" he asked. "I don't care," Fujiko answered. "Go to your buddy, the Kensei. Though I doubt he'll have much use for you, now that he can no longer exploit your connection to me. Don't show your face here again. Icorisu Nobunaga. You're fired." |
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| KodKod | 09/10/2011 - 08:09 pm Post #86 |
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Chaos Angel
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The skies were dark and the air, still at the time that Chikage entered the temple. She slunk her way inside silently, as she had done each day since the dawning of the war with the Hattori, each day soaked through and dripping wet with the icy night rain. She was still unsure as to why she had begun to make a habit of it; religion had never been a large part of her life, not for any disillusionment, but merely because it had never been introduced to her in her youth. But still, the peaceful halls gave her a few brief moments of tranquil contemplation that she would otherwise be without. Today she would need it more than ever; the offices of the Tokugawa were soon to undergo a great upheaval with the dismissal of the kensei by the daimyo himself. Few of those who had not witnessed the scene were privy to such information, but the eyes and ears of the shinobi elder were everywhere, all that went on within the province she made her business to know. Today her meditation was not peaceful, the upcoming war haunted every waking moment that she had, and deprived her of the comforting embrace of sleep, and turmoil within the officers would only exacerbate the problem, even if she well understood the necessity of a snake being cast from their ranks. She could not afford for the Tokugawa to fail right now, not when she was poised to buy freedom from her past with blood; the mere thought of failure clawed at her mind and echoed all around, a mocking laughter that filled her with the direst cruelty. She cursed her own weakness and tried to calm herself. She took comfort in the veil of shadows that surrounded her; she focussed on her breathing, still heavy from the cold, and erratic from her nightmares. She turned her attention to each individual droplet of water as it ran down from her hair, slowly making an unsteady path down her cheek and falling to the floor below. She took a heavy sigh. Her solitude was comforting, but in the times to come she would have to work closer than ever before with the other officers if she hoped to succeed in her own goals, and push the Tokugawa to victory against the Hattori, but with one officer missing and another dismissed, only the daimyo, the head priestess and herself were left with any modicum of control. The daimyo was a stern man, but fair; he possessed almost grandfatherly qualities, and she knew that he could be relied upon to work fervently for the Tokugawa clan, but her could not help her with her plight. Perhaps, Chikage thought, the time was right for her to confess everything to Fujiko. She shook her head of all thoughts and returned to her contemplation. |
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| Naughty_Ranko | 09/10/2011 - 10:45 pm Post #87 |
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Fujiko was tired. So tired as she watched the dead bodies being removed from the temple grounds. The blood stains remained and would continue to besmirch the surface for quite some time. But at least the Kensei's mad plot had finally been dragged to the light. How many innocents would have died in such a rebellion? In his own mind Yusei had been fully justified, but the ends don't always justify the means. The new Japan under Tokugawa rule should be a place of healing and peace, not hate and destruction. The fact remained that the council was now crippled, perhaps beyond repair. And at this very moment Fujiko wondered whether or not she had the strength to carry on. After all, she evidently couldn't even keep a single girl safe from harm. Night fell and Fujiko remained standing in the front entrance, rooted to the ground. Not even she knew for certain whether the water rolling down her face were tears or rain. She watched as two figures emerged from the dark. Dripping wet. Exhausted. As they came closer the outlines became clearer and light started to fall on them. Fujiko's eyes widened in realization. Beneath the mud was a slender figure wearing a miko robe. Before she even knew it, Fujiko was running outside into the rain. The figure stopped and the young women burst into tears. "Fujiko-san!" The Head Priestess caught the crying princess in her arms. "Neneme-sama, you're back!" The two women stood motionless in the rain for a while, the only audible sound being the princess' quiet sobbing. All the while Yuuji looked on with a face set in stone. "Come," Fujiko said, "let's get you out of these clothes and into a warm bed. We'll take you to your father tomorrow." As she turned Neneme held on to Fujiko's sleave. "Please," she whispered. "I... I don't want to see him. Can't I ... stay with you?" Fujiko was a little startled by that. She directed a look at Yuuji, but the samurai was on the verge of collapsing from the long journey. He wouldn't be any help. "Let's talk about this in the morning. For now you can stay here at the temple." She led the young woman into the temple and turned her over to Genma whom she instructed to have her taken into the guest room. She was under no circumstances to be disturbed without her expressed permission. "Please don't tell him, I'm here," she repeated her request. Fujiko didn't answer. As she reentered the great hall, Ryu and Hayate were already taking care of Yuuji. Fujiko's heart contracted in fear at seeing only one of the princess' guards return. She sat down and steeled herself. "Genji?" she asked with a sick feeling in her stomach. Yuuji pulled out a katana that wasn't his own and laid it in the spot between them. "We were taken by surprise," he began to explain. "We wanted to wait for your signal, but when word reached court that agant missions were being carried out against the Hattori, we knew we had to act. We slipped the princess out under the cover of night, but they sent shinobi after us. When we reached a bridge, we were all exhausted. Genji stayed behind to delay them. After I brought the princess to safety, I doubled back. He had killed three of their assassins, but taken a mortal blow himself. All I could do was to bring back his sword." Fujiko solemnly picked up the katana and held it close to her heart. "One more funeral I have to arrange," she said sadly. "Seems like that's all I'm doing lately. At least you and the princess are safe now. Go get some rest." Hayate and Ryu helped their friend to stand up and walk slowly out. He turned one last time. "Before he died, Genji asked me to relay a message. Please tell Fujiko-sama that I did my best. Tell her not to mourn my passing. She gave me a purpose in life. Her song must carry on. Then he died in my arms. He was smiling." Fujiko nodded and remained seated. When she was finally alone, she bowed down and cried. She cried like a little girl. Hard and honestly. At last she could let the grief fully run it's course and in time overcome it. One of her dearest friends was dead, but through his sacrifice the princess was alive! Edited by Naughty_Ranko, 10/10/2011 - 08:55 am.
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| Lord Kierstead | 10/10/2011 - 09:32 am Post #88 |
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Icorisu stalked to the temple gate before dawn he reached front of his kimono and grabbed a note which read "Milady I understand the anger of yours and my ex-patron and have no right to request this but I must speak with you resent events have shed much light upon the world and I must speak with you one last time to explain something to you come if you wish to the stream where I was my former self" Sincerly, your ex-friend who hopes to be friends again Icorisu Nobunaga With that he placed the note at the foot of the gate and left to try and find himself again |
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| KodKod | 13/10/2011 - 02:09 am Post #89 |
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Chikage’s mind wracked as she struggled with herself, pawing at what was to her a difficult and potentially dangerous decision. For a matter of months she had toyed with the idea of coming clean to the head priestess, confessing to her exactly why she was here, what she hoped to accomplish, but it had not proved to be so easy. Each time she had come close to working up the courage to do so a little voice in the back of her head reeled her back in, warning her of all that could go wrong, telling her that too much was at stake to take such a risk. She had been perched, overlooking the temple for over an hour now; initially she had planned to catch Fujiko in the daytime, but whilst she wrestled with herself the sun had dipped over the horizon, painting the sky a brilliant orange, but even that was fading. Soon the blanket of night was draped over Mikawa province and the last vestiges of the sun’s light faded from view; it was just the wakeup call she needed. She had to go through with this, the priestess was perhaps the only person in the Tokugawa clan to whom she could be truthful, the only person who had some inkling of the ghost beneath the facade that was her false identity, Hirase Chikage. She shook her head, trying in vain to clear her head of her fears and doubts, accomplishing little, but steeling her resolve. Catlike, she sprung into action, quickly descending the rooftop as she so habitually managed to do; handhold, foothold, drop; handhold, foothold, drop. She landed softly on her feet and sprinted the short distance to her target, keeping to the shadows. The temple exterior was quiet at this time of night, and she inched her way inside unnoticed; listening intently, the tell-tale sound of footfalls indicated that the interior was not quite so quiet; it mattered little to her, she had stalwart determination, and more than enough experience to avoid being noticed by any guards. Her instincts kicked in, and she followed the same pattern that she had done in the past, creeping along the temple’s support beams, out of sight. Something unexpected threw off her concentration for a brief moment, the unknown figure of a young woman walking through the halls, but she brushed it off. It took only minutes before she found herself in the same position she had been many years ago, with the priestess in front of her, back turned as she had been on that fateful night. Her life had changed drastically on that night; all that she had done from that point on had been as a result of what had taken place. This night, she hoped, would be equally significant. |
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| Naughty_Ranko | 13/10/2011 - 03:08 am Post #90 |
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Fujiko was doing some reading on recent reports from the front line. The year had been good, although the real clash was yet to come. What had happened in Hattori lands had been merely the prelude so far. Just then Neneme entered the main hall. She was a young woman of 19 years now, no longer the child that had left for Iga five years ago. She had been dreadfully pale and skinny when she returned, but now she looked healthy and beautiful once again. Her royal beauty was, however, sharply contrasted by the simple miko robes she was wearing. "I've swept the front yard and closed up the shrine for the night," she said. "Was there anything else to do?" "No, child," Fujiko replied with a smile. "You really don't have to do all those menial tasks, you know. It's not appropriate to your station." "I have been coddled and taken care of my whole life, Fujiko-san. Now that I'm finally free, I want to experience what honest work is like. As long as I'm taking advantage of your hospitality, I'll earn my keep here at the temple." The princess paused. "I got a letter from Fumiko-chan. She wants me to come live with her in Echizen. I guess she's feeling lonely with her husband on campaign all the time." "Are you gonna go?" "I don't know yet," the princess said, flopping down. "I'd sure love to see how my little sister is doing. Maybe just a visit and then I'll make my decision." "And are you gonna see your father, before you leave? You've met with your mother and youngest sister." Neneme's expression turned icy. "No. I'm never gonna forgive him for what he did to me." "You're not being rational," Fujiko pointed out. "It was as much his decision as it was mine. Yet you talk to me." "That's different. At least you made arrangements for my return." Her expression turned somber and she cast a glance at the small private shrine in the corner. Genji's katana was placed in the middle and two incense sticks burned on either side. "And we both lost a friend because of it. Has my father wasted a single thought on bringing me home, once the war started?" "I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" Neneme stood up. "I see what you're trying to do. It's not working." She went to the door, where Yuuji stood waiting for her and left. Ever since their return the ronin had appointed himself the princess' personal bodyguard. Fujiko didn't pretend to understand their relationship, but it almost hurt seeing them like this. So close to one another, yet never touching. Both afraid of crossing that line that would forever change their relationship and cross the boundry between a princess and a simple samurai. Fujiko sighed and looked up toward the support beams, where she had sensed a while ago an all too familiar presence. "I wish you'd use the front door for a change. You're always welcome here. No need to sneak around in the dark." There was of course no answer, same as all those years ago. "So you're finally ready to talk?" Fujiko said rather cheerfully, trying to ease the troubled swirl of emotions she sensed from Chikage. Then she craned her neck. "I've had a long day and was just going for a bath in the backyard. How about you come down from there, get out of those kunoichi clothes and join me? We can soak in the hot spring and have a nice long chat. Would you like that?" |
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