The Day of Thunder

From a small alleyway in the village Anjing waits and watches. The evening is drawing to a close and as the village begins to quiet and honest fortunes fearing people go to sleep, she figures there's a chance any ner'do'wells might start to slink around. Or at least, that's the theory. In between th...

"Hush" Anjing glares at the...sound of the voices. Stupid non-corporeal voices. "And don't talk about my husband like that." Snip The sound of a far more human voices snaps her out of her ghost argument as she brings her weapon up, peering towards the sound in the mist. "I'm no spirit of ghost. Not ...

Snip "Sensei's not too bad so long as you can tolerate answering stupid questions for the rest of your life." It sounds like she has some experience. "Hmmm, you certainly sound like a capable warrior. Did the right thing coming here and you wouldn't have been sent if they didn't think you could hel...

Kenji accepted the tea with a nod of thanks, setting it to the side for the moment as he started ladling porridge into a pair of bowls, he picked out of his camping supplies. Handing the first filled to Anjing before filling his own. "Probably doesn't help matters that from I heard the people here ...

Snip "...Yes, the garden is plagued by spirits." Anjing looks particularly annoyed at the notion as she takes two battered earth ware jugs out of her pack and carefully fills them with scalding warm tea, offering one to Kenji. "Whole village is eery. Makes me a little unsure of the locals, but you ...

Snip She nods at him as her pot nears boiling, beginning to release a strong odor of tea leaves. "I'm told the fog is a symptom of corruption, make of that good news what you will." She stifles a yawn, stirring the tea gently as it steams. "How is Akodo anyway? From the way Makime talks the stick u...

Snip Anjing smiles at the memory. "Makime has never been afraid to make her opinions known. Shinsei got off lightly I reckon. We spoke later that night, plans were made. If we fail, the passes to the north are open. Maybe we can evacuate who we can." She sits back on her heels, still nursing the wa...

There's a snort as Tai pulls her small stone knife. "Fair enough. The kids seemed as into it as you'd expect. I'll stomp around a good ritual dance, but that wasn't what they were hoppin' to." She notes the grimace and adds, "bitter helps wake you and stoke some fire in all this wet. Have to ask at...

"I'm not sure I want to live my life as some sort of fuzzy bush, but you have a deal." Kenji offered in Reply. The Crab he had met yesterday had been nice enough after all, and it didn't hurt to make more friends. Taking a moment to add some more ingredients to his pot he stirred it to better mix t...

"Kava. Usually a bit of a boost to an afternoon. Figured someone thought the celebration needed the energy." There's a long, thoughtful sip of her tea. "or some part of this festival involves keepin' folks up all night...or maybe just away from dreams?" She grimaces, "balls, I don't wish those year...

Anjing felt she'd spent long enough in the village and its proximity. There might be monsters still there but they either wore human faces or were well hidden indeed. The surrounding forests deserved a good search and frankly after the last few days a chance to beat a corrupted monster over the head...

"Mornin'. Though it's hard to tell with this fog. Could be noon." She bends to pick up another mug. Rough clay that looked like they'd traveled with revelers from last night's party. Rinsed already. Holding it out she adds, "tea? Good for the head after that stuff they were smokin' through the mark...

Kenji sat on a small log he'd pulled over to serve as a seat for his cookfire as he used to a stick to poke through the coals to find some still smoldering so he could coax the fire back to life. It was quick work and soon enough he was feeding a growing fire as he prepared the odds and ends for hi...

is the bracing tonic tea in your cup. Tai hums quietly as she pokes the fire, a wakeful tune to coax a bit more heat in this constant damp. How did the village keep everything from rotting? She was sure her tent would need a week to dry, and more to clean and mend after this...if there was an after...

You must be a wise, well-travelled one, ne?" She shrugs. "Certainly one of those two." "Anjing-nim... Anjing ? As in... the Anjing? The family ?" He bows again, lower. "My apologies, Anjing-nim!" Still bowing while the woman mentions the garden does make it a bit harder to take another good look at...

“Depends on how they decide to pay me. I’m fine with some grains and other food I can travel with. A few eggs here and there would be nice if they keep poultry. Extra layers in the winter is also fine. But things outside of bare necessities I could donate later.” Another swig from her own jug, Suku...

“Oh, I had a name in childhood. But I cast aside that identity when I became a monk. A clean slate to work from. She takes her first drink of her sake, enjoying every moment of such a rare treat. “Ah, I’ve done lots of travel in higher elevations.” “Ah, thank you for the permission to pass through....

“Ah? Oh I forgot to introduce myself? That’s a bit embarrassing.” Sukuna accepts the bottle handed to her, looking over the earthenware bottle with a bit of interest. “Sukuna is the name I took.” "They didn't even give you a name?" Anjing shakes her head as she unstoppers the jug and takes a swig. ...

“I’m not one to lecture. It would sound so ridiculous coming from me.” Sukuna could imagine it in her head, but somehow keeps herself from laughing at that image. “The path to finding inner balance is a personal one, anyway.” "Thank the fortunes, okay, stay here." Anjing disappears and can be seen ...

“Well, it’s easier to want not when you have nothing. I am content with my situation now.” The younger woman can’t help but curiously look Anjing over. “Though, it’s hard to deny an offer of sake. I guess a bit of a weakness of mine?” "If I go and buy some for us, you won't lecture me on the import...