Dark Nemesis
First Post
Shosuro Reiko
Ryoko Owari
The Okasan slides the screen shut behind him, and quietly pads away.
Sensei Shosuro Aroru stood with his back to him, gazing at a print of a waterfall that hung upon the wall. He ignored Reiko for some time, before turning to face him. Though her wore a mask of scarlet and black that covered most of his face, Reiko could tell from his posture that he was annoyed about something.
“Reiko-san. I heard that you were successful on your last trip,” he said at last.
Kakita Ai
Kyuden Kakita
There are indeed people on the other side. Both of her parents sat upon cushions at a low table, playing a game of Go. Her mother had a game piece in hand, and sat studying the board, while her father looked up as she entered.
“Ah, Ai-chan. Sit down,” her father said, gesturing toward a third cushion at the table. He was a younger man, with his dark hair cut short. He sat cross-legged, with his elbows propped upon his knees.
“We were beginning to think that you brother had forgotten to give you our message,” her mother murmured, her eyes never leaving the game board. Unlike Yoshimori, Akane dyed her hair white, as many Cranes did, to honor Lady Doji. She placed her game piece upon the board, before folding her slender hands in her lap.
Ikoma Itarabi
Kyuden Ikoma
Ikoma Tukuo looked up at his son, before bursting into uproarious laughter. “Please, Itarabi-kun, we are not at court. Sit down, have some sake.” Tukuo was a big man, with broad shoulders and well-muscled arms. His silk kimono was cut in a manner to hide his belly, which had no doubt grown as a result of his love of sake. “Where have you been hiding yourself? I never see you around the castle anymore.”
Hyota
Kitsune Mori
“Well met, Hyota-san. I am known as Satsume, and this is my daughter, Juri. We are headed to the autumn festival at Kyuden Bayushi. And where are your travels taking you?”
Though Satsume was friendly enough, Juri never once raised her green eyes from the stew she was preparing. Perhaps she was shy.
Togashi Cho
Shiro Togashi
Tamori-san listens as Cho speaks, occasionally nodding at what he had to say. The servant brings the tea as Cho finishes his story, and Tamori-san begins to pour it. “Ah, youthful pride. I remember it well. Tell me, Togashi-san, have you traveled far from Shiro Togashi?”
Isawa Renshi
Shiro Isawa
Sensei Boten gives the half bow a raised eyebrow, silently chastising him for his rudeness. He quickly rolls up the scroll, and places it into a small pocket within his sleeve. “You need to learn respect, Renshi-san. There are many who would take offense at your attitude.”
Consdering the lecture to be finished, Boten then turns the conversation to another topic. “Tell me again of your goals.”
Ryoko Owari
The Okasan slides the screen shut behind him, and quietly pads away.
Sensei Shosuro Aroru stood with his back to him, gazing at a print of a waterfall that hung upon the wall. He ignored Reiko for some time, before turning to face him. Though her wore a mask of scarlet and black that covered most of his face, Reiko could tell from his posture that he was annoyed about something.
“Reiko-san. I heard that you were successful on your last trip,” he said at last.
Kakita Ai
Kyuden Kakita
There are indeed people on the other side. Both of her parents sat upon cushions at a low table, playing a game of Go. Her mother had a game piece in hand, and sat studying the board, while her father looked up as she entered.
“Ah, Ai-chan. Sit down,” her father said, gesturing toward a third cushion at the table. He was a younger man, with his dark hair cut short. He sat cross-legged, with his elbows propped upon his knees.
“We were beginning to think that you brother had forgotten to give you our message,” her mother murmured, her eyes never leaving the game board. Unlike Yoshimori, Akane dyed her hair white, as many Cranes did, to honor Lady Doji. She placed her game piece upon the board, before folding her slender hands in her lap.
Ikoma Itarabi
Kyuden Ikoma
Ikoma Tukuo looked up at his son, before bursting into uproarious laughter. “Please, Itarabi-kun, we are not at court. Sit down, have some sake.” Tukuo was a big man, with broad shoulders and well-muscled arms. His silk kimono was cut in a manner to hide his belly, which had no doubt grown as a result of his love of sake. “Where have you been hiding yourself? I never see you around the castle anymore.”
Hyota
Kitsune Mori
“Well met, Hyota-san. I am known as Satsume, and this is my daughter, Juri. We are headed to the autumn festival at Kyuden Bayushi. And where are your travels taking you?”
Though Satsume was friendly enough, Juri never once raised her green eyes from the stew she was preparing. Perhaps she was shy.
Togashi Cho
Shiro Togashi
Tamori-san listens as Cho speaks, occasionally nodding at what he had to say. The servant brings the tea as Cho finishes his story, and Tamori-san begins to pour it. “Ah, youthful pride. I remember it well. Tell me, Togashi-san, have you traveled far from Shiro Togashi?”
Isawa Renshi
Shiro Isawa
Sensei Boten gives the half bow a raised eyebrow, silently chastising him for his rudeness. He quickly rolls up the scroll, and places it into a small pocket within his sleeve. “You need to learn respect, Renshi-san. There are many who would take offense at your attitude.”
Consdering the lecture to be finished, Boten then turns the conversation to another topic. “Tell me again of your goals.”
