The Day of Thunder

"I could have listened to you all day..." Matsu replied, her own face still flush as well. Her fingers fidgeting on the flute in her lap, not quite sure what to do with them. "You were excited in what you were saying, and the passion in your words about art, it's wonderful." Her lips curled into a s...

Matsu would be there. If it wasn't her Destiny, then that would be that. She would still fight Darkness and Evil, in her own way. Standing with Lady Anjing, she was curious as to how this would go. OOC: Great Destiny, Bishamon's Blessing, Lucid Dreaming. No Spiritual Disadvantages, will not resist t...

When the hand was drawn away, Matsu cursed inwardly. She had muddled things, but then the conversation continued, though the pause made the silence seem like an eternity. "I have no true partner. My children have their fathers, who are good warriors and excellent men, and now have wives of their own...

Matsu saw much of her life laid out before her. She saw herself at the center of the Day of Thunder, taking down the Champion of Jigoku with her true weapons - her ferocity and her irreproachable sense of honor. She felt the strength of the earth that she knew was her father watching over her as she...

The touch on her forearm sent electricity through Matsu's entire body. Her cheeks flushed as she looked to Shang's eyes. Courage brought forth, she bit her lower lip, considering. "Shang... I didn't come here just to play for you. I..." She paused again, "... I was curious. Do... you have a husband....

"She ended up realizing the truth. My father had been weakened by sustaining that barrier. Time would see the end through, and let him live his life. With him, no one bore the mark of the tribe anymore. And since he has passed..." She grew pensive, sadness in her eyes at the thought of his loss agai...

"From what Pa told me, they were a hearty people, on whom Bishamon smiled. Not all bad. They can't be, when he was a prime example, and he held up the barrier with his health to allow Lord Hantei and the others to rescue Lord Hisomu, with only his faith in the Kami, Bishamon, and the mission to sust...

"Pa never told me the words. He always played it on this flute." She shook her head while speaking, moving to join Shang on the mat. The flute was laid across her lap, as she looked to the Saru, watching and listening. "They're all gone now. Pa was the last of them. Which is probably for the best. T...

She blushed at the bow and especially Shang's smile. She bowed her head in thanks. Matsu had tried to put forth a worthy performance for the Dragon artist, and was grateful She hadn't soured any notes. "Thank you for saying so. It was an old song. My pa used to play that song when I was a little gir...

Snippy snip The Spider tched at Makime's words. She didn't uncross her arms as she strode down from where she stood, heading to her fellow Spider. Standing before him, her eyed narrowed. "Consider what you are you doing. Consider that you are trusting a demonfucking hag. Our mandate as given by Lor...

Matsu relaxed her grip on the flute, holding it in her left hand, as the right reached for the cup. Inadvertently, fingertips graced Shang's fingers as she gently took the offered cup. She didn't take it completely from the other woman, before enjoying a small sip, while looking at the Saru woman in...

"Demonfuckers!" She howled at the shrine, with her strength grabbing the gate and pulling hard, trying to yank the thing off its hinges.

All of a sudden, she wished she had the might of her father's massive bronze club.

"If only we had the might of our forces here, Lady Makime."

"I would love sharing a cup with you. A drink, sake, I mean." That smile Shang had was enchanting, and it almost made the large Spider forget herself. Nodding in agreement, she had to grin at the mischievous nature of pilfering some sake from the headswoman's house. Her hands clasped about the flute...

"Or the Demonrider is smarter than we think, and won't be provoked to a fight not of their choosing." She mused, pondering the Shrine in the distance.

"Better demon than me. One of our insults and I'd have come barreling out awingin'."

"Just Matsu is fine," she looked down to Shang's features, the flickering of firepots casting shadows on the pair. "She offered a smile, fingers fumbling with the shakuhachi in her grip. "I don't mind humble things, Shang-san. If you're inviting me in, I mean. Unless you'd prefer to stay out here. W...

The Amazon's lips formed a hard line as she digested the information. Still the visions of what she saw when she finally woke up haunted her, because it added to the air of not trusting this village. "And now Shinsei is possessed by this evil as well." She muttered, checking over her bruise, though ...

"Oh, no, no danger." Matsu shook her head. For this call, she had let her hair down, the dark strands framing her face swaying as she did so. "Just the other day, I asked if we could speak again, and then I saw you tonight at the ritual..." She trailed off slightly, before taking a deep breath. "Wha...

She had seen her at the ritual. Briefly from across the way. And easily transported back to the conversation only a few days ago. The discussion on beauty, and just what the subjects of the Empire could accomplish, and what they will do that can't even be imagined. She had asked then if she could sp...

Makime was there, watching. Her expression was unreadable. The villagers hated her already, so she wasn't particularly concerned if she got glares from a few of them. It was all rather perfunctory, and she would have been for more awed if the source of the healing wasn't already very suspect in her...

"A good what now?" She arrived, as if on cue. Her arms were folded across her chest, regarding the signs from Lady Anjing and the Akodo. Then looking off to the shrine, and then back to the signs. "My handwriting is shit." She confessed, before standing tall. Her hands around her mouth to add extra ...