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Post by TAKAHIRO KAMI on Feb 20, 2011 18:18:35 GMT -5
Kami many of times ventured far from his castle. He hated the idea of being stuck like a prisoner and although his loyal soldiers begged him to take guards he refused. Believing that Japan was his country every Japanese man and women's country, the land outside there home was their backyard and they should be able to walk on it freely and fearlessly. So he did just that, he walked without fear and on his own always deep in thought. It was fine this morning and the wind blue contently making the grass shuffle like a wave. A long dirt path and grass looking upon a forest covered this area.
For someone at the status of Daimyo he did not dress the part. A long kimono a purple red color with gold butterfly's all over it. It was open widely showing off his chest and bandages that covered his stomach top thighs and pelvis. The kimono reaching all the way down to his ankles and feet covered by sandals. Unlike most he carried two katana on his left side instead of one katana and a wakizashi.
Dirt kicked up as he walked the sun not at its highest point but close to its 12 o'clock marker up in the sky. The Daimyo held a umbrella over his shoulder and had a pipe between his lips smoking it. Looking young and youthful he moved some of his black short hair from his face showing a white bandage around his head covering his eye. Holding a story that he did not share with many. Only his most loyal of men knew the story behind it for they were their to witness it. A symbol to remember his father from one he would never forget.
Kami noticed a figure on the long road taking a hit from his pipe than holding it out with his left hand. He yelled out to the figure "Hello!" while waving his umbrella. Loving meeting knew people especially interesting people he picked up pass towards the figure.
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Post by KAZUHIRO NAOKO on Feb 20, 2011 18:37:25 GMT -5
"Curse that fool," Naoko said in a low grumbling voice as she inspected her torn kimono, walking down the load dirt road he cursed again, the profanities coming out of her mouth unsuitable for a woman. She had spent good hard earned money, honest money she might ad. On it, it had been made by one of the finest fabric weavers in the country. Now because of one silly fool and a sword it was ruined. The slash went from under her arm right down to her stomach.
She had it all pinned up and it had nearly come loose multiple times, she had the usual under garments on and her chest was wrapped in bandages as it usually was when she was expecting trouble but all she wanted was to get to the nearest town and get a new set of clothing, she had lost her bag recently with most of her spare clothing. All she had now was her Diasho, though she wore it different than most, her Wakizashi in its saya resting on the small of her back as her katana faced upwards, sitting at her waist ready to action. She also had large Bo draped across her back via a sash she had tied to it and a bow though she had no arrows.
"Fool," she spat again as she trudged up the road, rubbing one of her piercings, obviously angry but she was getting close to a town which was a plus. No more kimono's she decided, only light armor and a Haori.
Suddenly she noticed a man approaching.
"An umbrella," she mumbled, "during the day, he is a noble".
When she got closer she realized he was covered in bandages. As he waved she gave him an awkward smile, he didn't look all that good.
"Are you ok," she said in a cold expression, "you seem hurt, do you wish me to get you assistance," she said skipping through all the basic 'omg are you ok, what happened' chat and cutting the point.
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Post by TAKAHIRO KAMI on Feb 20, 2011 19:03:55 GMT -5
Kami smiled looking at the girls wounds but not bothering to ask. At least for right now he just examined her body. Keeping his umbrella over his shoulder he took another hit of his gold lined pipe. The wind blew again taking away the pipes smoke making i dance and disappear in the wind. Finally from a blank expression to a smile back to a kinda awkward expression he rubbed the back of his head. "Oh no no!" he waved his hands one with umbrella one with pipe.
Finally he while holding both he openened up his kimono showing off his body not really caring if people saw. He showed that his pelvis and stuff was covered in bandages. "I prefer bandages over the ummm.. underwear... heh..." saying as if he was feeling kinda awkward than tied it back up. As usual it was tied up in a messy manner since he did it himself, Kami was young and dident care for appearance much at the age of 23. Many people deemed him to young and too much of a goof to rule the Takahiro Clan but no one tried to gain his position. For he was a loved man by his people, kind and one that would come and sit down with the kids in a village and just mess around.
Then putting his hand to his bandaged covered eye "this is old.. there is no fixing this I just dont like eye patches..." he still smiled kinda big before getting a blank expression. Kami took a step to the girl "your wounds are far worse... we should get you back too town..." he said in slight fear of having death on his hands as he touched her stomach.
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