The Day of Thunder

Well, that answered one question. Otaku observes these two lieutenants of Shinsei, one of whom immediately gets busy bickering with a young Imperial samurai and the other of whom might best be described as lurking with one of the Spider contingent. Shinjo hadn't mentioned either of them. She glance...

The younger one's eyes do linger on the bare-chested man, not for long, but enough for a second look. Tae-soo's linger longer, although the way he shifts from the man to the younger one, then back, suggests he might be equal parts curious and worried. The man stepping closer is initially received w...

Well, as licentious as Ranmaru could be, he wasn't going to just start grabbing things he shouldn't during polite conversation. "Do painters not make mistakes? They then correct them." He pressed his lips together. "Though that is not a matter of life and death. Besides, it's a thing best left for w...

Ranmaru didn't find it very conducive to sleep when surrounded by so many people. Through the tents, he was sure he could smell too much women. To comfort himself, he massaged his abs and then some other places too. Indeed, no matter how much he took matters into his own hands, he couldn't find any ...

Akodo Kenji wrote: ↑

Wed Oct 25, 2023 4:47 am

Togashi Satsuki wrote: ↑

Wed Oct 25, 2023 4:10 am

We can set everything on fire!

Not everything!

I'm sure we need some of the things. Like clothes.

Are you sure about that?

"Maybe we should go over the definition of a perfect strike. I, for one, would find the one that lands the felling blow to be the pinnacle of perfection." Function over form, again. "Moreover, could one not release a flurry of competent strikes, all while leading up to the climax?" Ranmaru's hands m...

Otaku's lips quirk in genuine amusement. "Size doesn't make a warrior," she says softly. (She has a very pretty voice, which in all probability is only lowering Ranmaru's assessment of her warrior potential.) If she could read the shirtless hero's thoughts, and if she were quick with words like her...

"Anything Shinjo asks of me," Otaku replies with quiet confidence. "I count myself a warrior. And other things." Then Shinsei finally says his piece, so she goes quiet again--a natural state for her in any case. "Hmm." So be it. On some level, she realizes she'd expected the answer to the mysteriou...

"Niten would disagree on the principle that a single strike is not reliable," Ranmaru recited. He took a moment to think about his own words. "Would you practice only a single strike then? What if that becomes too predictable? Then you must do another, then another, and slowly this perfection cannot...

Ranmaru scratched the back of his head. "Well, I guess my sensei always told me not to deviate too far from the basics. It could be the same thing for speaking real nice in the courts." There was an inherent disrespect for it in his words, though he was making an effort to not disparage the handsome...

In the midst of all the festivities, Ranmaru didn't much pay attention to anything but an annoying woman singing way too loudly. He crossed his arms, his manly body ignoring whatever might be happening to it. --- D1 ME Event Roll 1: Investigation / Perception TN 35, VP for +1k1 | 5k4 ⇒ 30 (TN: 35) D...

Ranmaru leaned back against the back of the wall, arms spread out over the edge. "Is that so? Does that mean you're some kind of monk to... dedicate yourself to this weird creature?" He raised an eyebrow. "And hold on. Like a dude with cat-like face? Or like a cat that walked around and could do mor...

Otaku doesn't seem to mind much whether he likes her ginger tea or not. She nods, takes the cup back, turns it, and drinks some more herself. Her thoughts are running along much the same lines, only half her attention on Ranmaru and half on what might happen next if this meeting actually comes to o...

"Ah, there's no need to be so stiff." Ranmaru pressed his lips together, shook his head, then smirked. "We're not in either of their courts right now." There was a reason why he struggled to speak with the Crane and the Stag the most. "Oh? If I forgot you, then I'd be quite ashamed, especially if yo...

It's an infusion of dried ginger root. It's... fine. Probably a bit spicy. "Otaku," she offers her name in a quiet voice after he takes the cup. It doesn't seem like Shinsei has anything to say immediately, so might as well be courteous to a stranger. "Of Shinjo's clan." He might have heard the nam...

"Hmm, the typical woman often values her hair." Ranmaru could not entirely say that length, or even care for one's hair, was feminine. After all, his own was rather luscious itself! "Some sort of spirit turned your hair red though?"

A drift of herbal steam rising from the cup gives some clue as to its humble contents. Otaku notices the young man looking and says, quietly, “Ginger.” She makes as if to hand him the cup. It’s a warming drink, and it’s a cold morning to be out without a shirt, after all. Well, if she was offering,...

Ranmaru's eyes widened when he noticed the woman there. It came as a relief, though, that she hadn't been too focused on his figure. Telling women to stop thinking of him that way got annoying sometimes. Or maybe she's smart enough to not try that in this of all settings. It had been a long time sin...

For once, Ranmaru walking around without anything covering his chest was totally normal. He also let magnificent assets down below go free as he found the best spot to bathe. His skin was more inured to the cold, making the unusual heat of the springs more uncomfortable than he would have liked. All...

Tae-soo was there with Ha-yeong - the festival was clearly the talk of the whole town, after all. The young one seems as somber as usual, although his eyes shifting from stall to stall suggests the spirit of the festival may not be wholly lost on him. Tae-soo, meanwhile, seems almost to smile now a...