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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Mar 28, 2017 6:34:15 GMT -5
As Nobuki pushed his way to the top of the hill, he stopped, taking a moment to for his eyes to adjust to the new sight. The city before him was truly amazing, with it's complicated structures and pretty colours, the sunlight glittering off of what appeared to be a lake nearby. He paused for a moment,staring, barely even hearing Rukia's words. " Alright," he said quietly, nodding hurriedly as be began to make his way down the hill. The scents here were definitely different from those of SakuraClan territory, which reminded him that he would have to be a lot more cautious in this new area. After making it to the bottom of the hill, Nobuki, currently having little leader capabilities, lifted his head and asked softly, " So.. Where do you think would be a good place to look?" ( Mᴏᴏɴ - - )
At Nobuki's question, "Where do you think would be a good place to look?", Rukia began to look around. "Erm... Good question." Despite hearing about the four clans of the city, Rukia had no idea where they were or how to find them. "Let's just walk around and see if we come in contact with one of the four clans," she decided. "We may or may not check them all out, but we'll see." Winging it may not be the best idea, but it was better than standing around and pondering about it.
Slipping up against to the walls, Rukia beckoned Nobuki with her spotted tail. "Stay as close to the walls as you can; it'll give you a lesser chance if being trampled or grabbed," she warned, beginning to walk off into the unknown depths of Edo. |
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Post by Stormheart on Mar 28, 2017 6:53:30 GMT -5
Tsuki grumbled under her breath. Hikari could be trouble sometimes. The commander gave her a look that told her not to tell him too much.
Hikari noticed out of the corner of her eye and nodded both to Tsuki and the Oda healer. "Well, there are bamboo forests," she began. "No cat really dates to go in them because they're dangerous or something. I went in there once or twice though." The she-cat gave him a sly grin.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Mar 28, 2017 6:57:34 GMT -5
Junichi nodded at the vibrant shecat. "Very well. If you'll follow me, then." Without another word, he began to march towards the temple where Lady Akiko resides, trusting that Oniyuri remained behind him. As he drew closer he briefly wondered whether the daimyo would appreciate this newcomer. If she allowed her to stay, he figured it would mean a lot more work for him to assist the molly in becoming accustomed to clan life. Upon reaching the painted temple doors, he came to a stop and drew a deep breath before tentatively reaching out one paw and leaving a brief knock. "My Lady?" |
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Mar 28, 2017 7:07:57 GMT -5
Tsuki grumbled under her breath. Hikari could be trouble sometimes. The commander gave her a look that told her not to tell him too much. Hikari noticed out of the corner of her eye and nodded both to Tsuki and the Oda healer. "Well, there are bamboo forests," she began. "No cat really dates to go in them because they're dangerous or something. I went in there once or twice though." The she-cat gave him a sly grin. Ranmaru placed a paw to his chin, looking away from the group. "My Clan and I were walking through the forest this morning... I could've sworn I heard something." "Well, you're free to look for yourself, Ranmaru-san," Takeshi meowed, voice smooth. He knew Hikari was talking about the dangerous animals and yokai that lurked in the deeper parts of the forest at night. "It's just a rumor; the forests are safe! Our territory is nothing superlative; simply a bamboo forest full of flora and fauna. Fitting for a healer like you, yes?"
"Well...yes. I suppose so."
The head tactician nodded, sending the two she-cats a quick knowing glance - when Ranmaru wasn't looking - that said, It's amusing that he doesn't notice our subtle gestures. But...perhaps this cat is smarter than he's letting on? Quickly, he glanced over at Akiko's den again, his shoulders slumping when he saw two cats standing over there. Now we must wait to see our lady...? I simply can't continue this... sappy-sweet conversation anymore.
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Mar 28, 2017 15:07:05 GMT -5
[ Izumi | Camp Clearing | Tags - - Ranmaru, Takeshi, Tarou, Tsuki ]
Satisfied the injudicious and credible gibe - traits the feminine adhered to her inly regard of him - had concurred with request to visit, a declivity of her capitulum was once again executed.
“Yes, we’ll be looking forward to having you.”
A sly tactic, really, to ascertain no bystanders witnessed the possible plot swirling in cognizance.
Before taking her leave, the molly spotted Takeshi’s glance in their direction and assented to the vibes given off by he.
Yes, a rather foolish young fellow, if you ask me. Be wary, Oda Clan has always been a clever band. Perhaps our coy attitude is merely being reciprocated.
With that, the svelte grimalkin departed the discussion and headed toward the mundane Healer’s Den. |
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Mar 29, 2017 9:35:21 GMT -5
Oniyuri watched as Junichi knocked on the temple door. She was quite nervous, wondering who exactly was the leader of this clan. It intrigued her that there was a cat placed at higher authority over others; and that the leader's subjects would willingly let this cat do so. As interesting as it was, it was also frightening. How can an entire group of cats entrust their freedom to one being? she thought. They must be very special.
When the temple door opened, Oniyuri's heart seemed to stop. The face that appeared there was strikingly beautiful, and yet seemed almost deadly. It appeared to the molly that this cat was glaring at her. This only resulted in making the female uncomfortable, shifting her stance and not being able to meet the daimyo's gaze. At the she-cat's question regarding her identity, Oniyuri started a little in shock.
"My n-name...O-Oniyuri," she muttered, now looking only at her feet. She wondered if the daimyo was always like this, and if she could actually be trusted.
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Mar 29, 2017 11:17:09 GMT -5
Junichi bowed his head. The moment of truth. "Hai, this is Oniyuri. I found her wandering around Hanasaki Valley. She seems to be a skilled fighter, and she is willing to join Sakura clan...if it please you, my lady." He raised his head to meet Akiko's gaze, awaiting her response. If Oniyuri was accepted, Junichi would begrudgingly assist her in adjusting to clan life. If she was turned away, he would escort her out, and even chase her away if he had to. Without question.
Though he regretted having to bother the daimyo when she already had much on her mind, he wanted her guidance on how to deal with this rogue, or potential newcomer.
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Post by Stormheart on Mar 29, 2017 20:45:40 GMT -5
Tsuki acknowledged Takeshi's glance. She was tiring of sitting here and making idle chit-chat with her enemy. The commander glanced up at the hill and let out an irritated sigh. The she-cat needed to see how Lady Akiko was feeling and what Izumi's and Tarou's analysis was of her daimyo's condition.
Tsuki's train of thought was cut short when she spotted a tall, imposing figure coming down the hill. As the cat drew closer, she recognized him as Lord Nobunaga. Oh great, she thought. What does he want now? Would their cover be blown?
Hikari exchanged the glance with Takeshi and Tsuki before facing Ranmaru. "I was just messing with you," she purred. "Takeshi's right, the forests are safe, and I would know." She laughed and smiled at him, actually enjoying the conversation unlike her companions. "Sorry if I scared you that bad."
Lord Nobunaga looked at the group with interest and shot Ranmaru an amused glance. "Getting to know our new allies presume?" He asked the healer, laughter dancing in his eyes.
(Sorry if I overstepped a boundary by RPing Nobunaga.)
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Mar 30, 2017 8:01:28 GMT -5
( It's okay. I'll let you play as him for now; I'll just take over him later. If you need any tips on his character, just ask. )
Ranmaru shook his head at Hikari. "Oh, it's alright," he mewed. "You didn't scare me."
Intersted in the conversation, the healer was about to ask her another question when a deep, charming voice sounded from behind him. Ranmaru's large blue eyes sparkled with joy as Lord Nobunaga himself padded up to the younger tom.
At his lord's question, the tom smiled sheepishly up at him. "Oh, y-yes, my lord! They're actually quite friendlier than I first assumed..." Glancing at the other two cats, he stiffened as he sensed an odd feeling about them, but said nothing.
Takeshi's heartbeat accelerated as his eyes met Nobunaga's for a split second. He struggled to keep his fur flat, but the strands were beginning to rise on the end of his tail. He cursed inwardly. Takeshi wanted to excuse himself in some way, but he wasn't sure how.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Mar 30, 2017 8:04:47 GMT -5
ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ✽Boop✽ Akiko said nothing for a long minute and one would think she'd spaced out for a bit. But she then turned her head to regress back inside her temple, beckoning the two forwards with a poised paw.
"Come. We'll discuss this inside."
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Mar 30, 2017 8:35:04 GMT -5
[ Izumi | Camp Clearing | Tags - - Ranmaru, Takeshi, Tarou, Tsuki ]
Satisfied the injudicious and credible gibe - traits the feminine adhered to her inly regard of him - had concurred with request to visit, a declivity of her capitulum was once again executed.
“Yes, we’ll be looking forward to having you.”
A sly tactic, really, to ascertain no bystanders witnessed the possible plot swirling in cognizance.
Before taking her leave, the molly spotted Takeshi’s glance in their direction and assented to the vibes given off by he.
Yes, a rather foolish young fellow, if you ask me. Be wary, Oda Clan has always been a clever band. Perhaps our coy attitude is merely being reciprocated.
With that, the svelte grimalkin departed the discussion and headed toward the mundane Healer’s Den. Bijou paws treaded in tentative succession back to their den; as aforesaid pads stepped into the sheltered lair, the neophyte let out an respire that he had no cognizance he was confining in his lungs. The exertion was not of fatigue or stress; he was simply glad to leave that chat. Talking with the Oda made him nervous in itself in any case.
Musculature tissue within dorsal members contacted wholly as Tarou obtained a seated position, wringing a dextral forepaw about the sinistral, the locomotion subtle, yet present. Gradient ophthalmic contrivances glanced at his forepaw, then his instructress, al fresco, and thereafter, ultimately to his paws once more. I do hope the healer there isn't thinking of anything...bad. He may be smarter than he looks... But we'll see once he comes in here, I guess.
Awaiting any cessation in the quietude, the tyro bided by his own still, mammalian mandibles set within his jowls. |
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Post by Stormheart on Mar 30, 2017 14:21:36 GMT -5
(Okay! He's charming, but wicked at the same time right?)
Lord Nobunaga smiled at his healer. "I'm glad you're getting along with the SakuraClan cats." The Daimyo looked at Takeshi with a curious look. "And who might you be?" He asked the tactnician.
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Mar 30, 2017 15:08:02 GMT -5
[ Izumi | Camp Clearing | Tags - - Tarou ]
The ephemeral meandering idyll of which it took the sylphlike grimalkin to report to the designated atelier had erudite encephalon retrospecting in the confab's conjuncture; ipso facto, when the femme annexed the vestibule, nonpareil acrimony fermented off sterling-brocaded fleece in parlous influxes.
Albeit conniptions were recherché for the feline's equanimous comportment, it wasn't insurmountable for them to betide. Withal this sporadic dander was not as animadvert as some, it was still appalling - especially forasmuch as her quintessential sangfroid.
Promenading manus' mass of fibril actuated perambulation system in a linear saunter, one that, upon happening at the termini of the sanctuary, was reiterated in atavism back to the portico and so forth.
"Oh, the nerve."
Though undergoing a choler caprice, inflection tintinnabulated with a trenchant wintriness - in lieu of the norm cacophony of yelling - that would foment any to shudder.
"They invade our lands and act as though everything is fine. His complete and utter nescience proves that."
Plumed caudal horripilated with alienation, contrasting vividly with physiognomy, which bore a livid and astringent sneer. Intonation modulated with ridicule when mammalian maxilla parted to enunciate.
"'I am Ranmaru Mori, healer of the Oda. It is nice to meet you.' Oh, I'll show you 'polite pleasantries'. Just wait, you- you-"
Auricles compressed against capitulum, ophthalmic saucers pored over the neophyte; time sufficient to cease a probable anathema. Transiently, stare softened beneath the sight of the guileless gibe, though tensile scapulae remained.
"Ah... Tarou-kun."
A weary eupnea was breathed and the feminine pirouetted upon paws; back now facing the greenhorn. With a quiet murmur, she verbalized the following:
"Forgive me, my trainee. My facade of bliss has left me vexed towards them and myself. I’ve never been fond of… the OdaClan. Perhaps… o-once. But it was such a long time ago; when I was still a foolish apprentice.”
A vulnerability had infiltrated tone, one even more atypical than the irate episode. Furthering the subtleness of what she spoke of came a near inaudible comment, one as vague as her previous.
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Apr 1, 2017 10:44:31 GMT -5
For a moment Junichi wondered if Lady Akiko had heard him, but then she moved. Is she...okay? he wondered. She didn't seem this way before. As she turned, Junichi shot a glance at Oniyuri. He flicked his tail in beckoning and followed the daimyo inside.
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Post by Sootfeather on Apr 1, 2017 14:02:13 GMT -5
(I'm really sorry to say this, but I think I'm going to leave the roleplay, and the website entirely. I really would have liked to see where this role play went, but I've already decided that leaving for another website would be best. Good luck with it though!)
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Apr 2, 2017 7:01:04 GMT -5
(I'm really sorry to say this, but I think I'm going to leave the roleplay, and the website entirely. I really would have liked to see where this role play went, but I've already decided that leaving for another website would be best. Good luck with it though!) |
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Apr 2, 2017 7:11:34 GMT -5
(Okay! He's charming, but wicked at the same time right?) Lord Nobunaga smiled at his healer. "I'm glad you're getting along with the SakuraClan cats." The Daimyo looked at Takeshi with a curious look. "And who might you be?" He asked the tactnician.
Takeshi froze, his blue eyes locked on Nobunaga's startling yellow. He looks cats right in the eyes when he speaks... How eldritch! The tactician took in a short breath, hoping desperately that the Oda lord didn't notice his tense muscles. "Er- Kon'nichiwa, Lord Nobunaga. I am Lord Takeshi, SakuraClan's head tactician." If it's one emotion that Takeshi didn't want to reveal, it's fear. Yes, Nobunaga was an intimidating tom, but even Lord Kotarou knew that he was staring Death in the face. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of his fear, though, so Takeshi mustered up a semi-pragmatic face, looking at Nobunaga with respectful eyes.
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Post by Stormheart on Apr 2, 2017 13:06:38 GMT -5
Lord Nobunaga grinned. "Well, it's been pleasure to meet you," he purred. The massive Tom turned to face Tsuki. His amber eyes bore into hers. "Who might you be?"
Tsuki met his gaze, taking a confident step forward. She wasn't afraid of this tom. "Lady Tsuki, commader of SakuraClan," she meowed. "Lord Nobunaga I presume?"
Lord Nobunaga grinned. "But of course. There is none other."
Tsuki gave a curt nod. "Well then, it was nice to meet you." Tsuki kept an even and emotionless tone and expression.
Lord Nobunaga had a puzzled look in his eyes. Was this commander even the least bit afraid? "The pleasure was all mine Tsuki-san." The Tom smiled at the both of them. "I'm terribly sorry we barged in to ruin your festivities, do forgive me," he meowed, a hint of sarcasm on his voice. He wasn't sorry at all. The misery and disappointment his invasion had caused was music to his ears.
Tsuki tried to keep from tearing his pelt off. She knew he probably didn't mean it. The commander knew what the tyrant did to Lady Akiko's mate. "It's fine," she lied, clenching her teeth for a split second.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Apr 3, 2017 6:49:29 GMT -5
Oniyuri followed Junichi into the temple, quite nervous now. It was very odd for her to walk inside what appeared to be a Ningen building, although she did find the place to be rather beautiful. She was, of course, only able to stare at the floor, taking a quick moment every now and then to glance around the interior, before shooting her gaze back down to her paws.
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Apr 3, 2017 18:45:10 GMT -5
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Lithe paws carried the young femme across camp, the stench of Oda making her curl her chin nuzzle into her chest in an attempt to escape the vile scent. Kuri, her chestnut tail billowing behind her, slipped quickly through the reeds that encircled the camp, attempting to separate herself from the soldiers that constantly encircled her home.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Apr 4, 2017 14:41:18 GMT -5
[ Izumi | Camp Clearing | Tags - - Tarou ]
The ephemeral meandering idyll of which it took the sylphlike grimalkin to report to the designated atelier had erudite encephalon retrospecting in the confab's conjuncture; ipso facto, when the femme annexed the vestibule, nonpareil acrimony fermented off sterling-brocaded fleece in parlous influxes.
Albeit conniptions were recherché for the feline's equanimous comportment, it wasn't insurmountable for them to betide. Withal this sporadic dander was not as animadvert as some, it was still appalling - especially forasmuch as her quintessential sangfroid.
Promenading manus' mass of fibril actuated perambulation system in a linear saunter, one that, upon happening at the termini of the sanctuary, was reiterated in atavism back to the portico and so forth.
"Oh, the nerve."
Though undergoing a choler caprice, inflection tintinnabulated with a trenchant wintriness - in lieu of the norm cacophony of yelling - that would foment any to shudder.
"They invade our lands and act as though everything is fine. His complete and utter nescience proves that."
Plumed caudal horripilated with alienation, contrasting vividly with physiognomy, which bore a livid and astringent sneer. Intonation modulated with ridicule when mammalian maxilla parted to enunciate.
"'I am Ranmaru Mori, healer of the Oda. It is nice to meet you.' Oh, I'll show you 'polite pleasantries'. Just wait, you- you-"
Auricles compressed against capitulum, ophthalmic saucers pored over the neophyte; time sufficient to cease a probable anathema. Transiently, stare softened beneath the sight of the guileless gibe, though tensile scapulae remained.
"Ah... Tarou-kun."
A weary eupnea was breathed and the feminine pirouetted upon paws; back now facing the greenhorn. With a quiet murmur, she verbalized the following:
"Forgive me, my trainee. My facade of bliss has left me vexed towards them and myself. I’ve never been fond of… the OdaClan. Perhaps… o-once. But it was such a long time ago; when I was still a foolish apprentice.”
A vulnerability had infiltrated tone, one even more atypical than the irate episode. Furthering the subtleness of what she spoke of came a near inaudible comment, one as vague as her previous.
“I wonder if he still remembers.” A while did it take for the disquieting soundlessness to pinnacle from the infirmary, but at last, the initiate's vestibular apparatuses perceived the indistinct sound of enunciation. No one likewise them were within the lair simultaneously, thus whomever was mussitating had to be...
Thewy fibres within torso convoluted, slewing wide-eyed gander rearwards, aural contrivances flattened promptly against pate as he came to a realization that his conjecture was correct. His don was striding iterate to and fro about the den, yet, she did not seem to note his goggling visage at first. From what Tarou could garner from her body language and that tenuous curl of her overlip in a sneer of scorn, his countenance immediately incandesced into worry.
Izumi was wrathful.
Vibrissa lining his own striated pelt rose with tension. This was not a play, as they'd performed with the Oda healer. No. He could feel the sure emotion of rage effusing from her; the ambience made him shake. He'd never seen her disclose genuine choler before, subtle as it might have been. He couldn't exactly accuse her, however. Everyone was repulsed by the Oda in some form, and he understood why that was, even if he wasn't acquainted with the masses's personal yore.
After a short episode of vexation, his oculi locked with hers, and he swilled as he saw them soften. Teres muscles scarcely seemed to relax, but the aura of ire was ebbing away. She apologized for her bout just then, to which Tarou responded with a meek: "Oh. Um.... It's okay, my lady."
As she continued to speak, auricles perked back up as he noticed the vulnerability that escaped her voice; he even took close note of that slight falter. He had no inkling that Izumi found the Oda admirable, once upon a time. Indeed he'd heard that they were a very powerful Clan; one with strong combatants and a knack for conquering. But... were they really as monstrous and heinous as most alleged they were? Mayhap; Tarou couldn't speak for all, however.
Transient treadsa effectuated a carriage, bringing him adjacent to his instructress, curious thoughts began to transpierce shrewd encephalon. 'He'...? Who could she be referring to? Assaying to piece together this puzzle, the only felid who came to mind was the indistinguishable grimalkin who shared her blood.
"Who? Master Takeshi...?"
The hesitant query was not meant to be intrusive or offensively prying; he had no intentions to try and get a pellucid feedback out of her. Belikely, he wasn't even pinpointing the exact grimalkin; only the one that manifested in his cognitive content ordinally.
Still, his thirst for knowledge got the better of him this time, a vice that seemed to stick with him. Takeshi was her older sib... Maybe he knew something about this? Still, if the tyro asked the head tactician, he might receive an answer just as vague as Izumi's.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Apr 4, 2017 14:51:07 GMT -5
ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ✽Boop✽ The daimyō treaded back to the place she was laying in just moments prior, the spot warm. Settling down with meticulous movements, she lay on her stomach, paws close together. She stared Oniyuri down, although her gaze softened a bit. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Oniyuri-san," Akiko greeted quite formally, her voice soft as if the short episode of instability she had earlier was long gone. "There is no need to feel intimidated." The statement was laced with reassurance, a tone that did not match her stoic face. She could tell that the Bengal was feeling a bit uneasy in her presence.Her cream-colored paws shifted on the tatami flooring. "Now, to begin, tell me... Where are you from? Edo? One of the other clans? Or perhaps some other locale?"
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Apr 4, 2017 15:09:59 GMT -5
Lord Nobunaga grinned. "Well, it's been pleasure to meet you," he purred. The massive Tom turned to face Tsuki. His amber eyes bore into hers. "Who might you be?" Tsuki met his gaze, taking a confident step forward. She wasn't afraid of this tom. "Lady Tsuki, commader of SakuraClan," she meowed. "Lord Nobunaga I presume?" Lord Nobunaga grinned. "But of course. There is none other." Tsuki gave a curt nod. "Well then, it was nice to meet you." Tsuki kept an even and emotionless tone and expression. Lord Nobunaga had a puzzled look in his eyes. Was this commander even the least bit afraid? "The pleasure was all mine Tsuki-san." The Tom smiled at the both of them. "I'm terribly sorry we barged in to ruin your festivities, do forgive me," he meowed, a hint of sarcasm on his voice. He wasn't sorry at all. The misery and disappointment his invasion had caused was music to his ears. Tsuki tried to keep from tearing his pelt off. She knew he probably didn't mean it. The commander knew what the tyrant did to Lady Akiko's mate. "It's fine," she lied, clenching her teeth for a split second.
Takeshi could tell that Nobunaga was playing the "nice guy" game, too. Oh, what a clever cat he was, eh? Was this how he got his cats to follow him? Via manipulation? Well, it wasn't going to work on them, that was for sure.
Not wanting to speak any longer, Takeshi rose to his paws, the motion hasty. He simply needed a way to excuse himself. "Well, I suppose I should be taking my leave now," he said, tone back to it's cheery facade as he smiled. "I have to patrol the area for the day; it's almost noon. It was absolutely delightful talking to you, Nobunaga-sama. You too, Ranmaru. Perhaps we can converse again some day." He made sure to put stress on the word "delightful", inwardly changing it to "horrible". "Then..." Dipping his head as low as it would go, the blue tabby turning around and made for the entrance.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Apr 4, 2017 22:44:28 GMT -5
At the sound of Akiko's voice, Oniyuri glanced up from her paws to look at her. Although she found the female's countenance to be aloof- if not detached- her voice was comforting and polite, something that Oniyuri was not accustomed to. At this, she managed to relax, relieving the tension in her muscles and allowing herself to lean back on her hind legs in a sitting position. Then the question of her origins was asked, and she hesitated, calculating, before responding.
"I lived in a Ningen village on the outskirts of Edo. T'is a bit far off from the city itself, but no less pleasant," She began, staring down at the floor once again. "I left and came to Hanasaki Valley to find food and a more formidable home. This...Junichi found me not long after I discovered the place." She flicked her tail at the tom as she spoke, clearly revealing her distrust towards him. "Before then I was unaware of any clans existing here."
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Apr 5, 2017 8:16:11 GMT -5
ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ✽Boop✽ Lady Akiko nodded, the movement slow. "I see," she muttered, eyes traveling to the floor. Looking back up, she addressed Oniyuri again. "So you're just seeking refuge, I presume. Understandable. I suppose you may stay..."
Her brown furrowed. "But you must promise to uphold our code and to protect and defend the Clan at any costs. I don't want any...traitors here."
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Apr 5, 2017 8:33:37 GMT -5
Junichi took his place a short distance away from the two shecats, sitting down on his haunches. As Lady Akiko questioned Oniyuri he listened to her answer intently. She seemed to tell her what she told him, perhaps a bit more. Then Akiko's attention was on him, and he answered formally. "It's true as she said; I was in Hanasaki Valley when I found her. At first I mistook her for an Oda cat, but was soon corrected. I find her to be quite a...formidable fighter." he added, his scratches still stinging underneath his white fur.
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Apr 5, 2017 8:48:18 GMT -5
Junichi watched the exchange intently. It seemed that Lady Akiko would allow Oniyuri to stay after all. He glanced at the mottled shecat with apprehension. It would likely be his responsibility to watch her for any signs of betrayal. And of course, teach her about the clan. For however long she would stay, anyway. He watched her patiently, awaiting her response to the daimyo's condition.
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Post by Stormheart on Apr 5, 2017 21:02:37 GMT -5
Lord Nobunaga flicked his ears. "Well then, yes this was delightful. We must converse again soon. Good bye Takeshi-san." The tom stretched and headed towards the shade. "I'm going to rest Ranmaru-san. Awaken me if anything of importance occurs." Lord Nobunaga fell asleep. His breaths were shallow, and his flank heaved and fell as he dreamed.
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Apr 6, 2017 16:01:40 GMT -5
[ Izumi | Camp | Tags - - Tarou ]
Unescorted by the paradigmatic demurring of particularizing a conjectural dissemination, the femme was liable to the tyke's concomitantly contumelious catechism and ipso facto acknowledged it with a tenuous susurration.
"No... Takeshi only knows the portion of the story where he executed a relative. If ever he had inklings of a connection between the two of us, my brother hid it well - or simply never suspected my unlawful affections…"
Modulation trailed off, as though ambuscaded into a catalepsy. A protracted abeyance presaged prior to recapitulating the leitmotif reiteratively, but it tarried in subsisting as tenebrous, proffering agitprop the commensurate to how one could descry an iota of a puzzle, but not annexing the acumen to where to agglomerate them.
"...But I was like you, then. Lively, buoyant, innocent. Then... through a betrayal, his betrayal, I learned not everything in life was bliss, so I changed. I thought, if the world was going to find amusement at drawing emotion from me, I was not going to show anything at all.”
Scapulae rectified from an aberrant hunched over carriage; and, notwithstanding arranged abaft to the neophyte, it was overt by the modus operandi of which pinnae depressed against capitulum that the femme was mum asseverating a mélange of spleen and acerbity. Inadvertent to say, for the ensuing locution, aforesaid tonality abated ever slightly.
"Him and I met at a gathering, both more or so newly initiated apprentices. I couldn't find anything cooler than meeting an individual from the oh-so formidable OdaClan, so when I was dared to approach one of their trainees, I did so hoping to impress my acquaintances. He was surprised, to say the least, and took a liking to me - stating he was impressed by my bravery for a ‘SakuraClan cat,’ giving I’d come up to him.”
Albeit the anamnesis predisposed solicitous cerebration, the grimalkin remained adamant in lineaments.
“As we grew older, we kept in touch, but nothing passed meeting at the conventions. Until, of course, the development of feelings - of which I took a liking to him differently than he did me. My feelings were one I share with Takeshi - a brotherly love. B-but he… He wanted to be more than friends. To such an extent was this, he asked so many times for me to come with him back to OdaClan, to start a family. B-but I couldn’t leave. I could never leave SakuraClan. I kept putting off his question; then, one day, I didn’t see him again. For moons, I waited for him at the monthly convocation until he did return, though different. He was cold, arrogant, changed. He refused to talk to me. I knew something was wrong that night, but I never thought he’d been found out… that he had to prove his loyalty by killing… by k-killing…”
Svelte physique spasmed with the heinous remembrance, yet it was worth noting something more initiated such a shudder. …Perhaps muted puling?
“I managed escaped unharmed, but my m-mother… I…”
Saliva was swilled in an assay to push down the knot amassing in gullet.
“I failed her.”
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Apr 6, 2017 17:38:45 GMT -5
"And what is this code, exactly?" Oniyuri asked, looking back up to meet the daimyo's eyes. She realized she had no idea what exactly would be expected of her, and doubt began to fill her mind one again. She attempted to push that feeling away, determined to fulfill the task she had given herself.
Summoning up the courage within her, she managed to boldly say: "Tell me what I must do, and I will give my final decision as to whether I will stay and support your clan."
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