Kyuden Shika

Shizuka draws herself up to her full height, emboldened by Inoshishi's words - and aided those tall geta sandals she's got going on. "That's right, Dragon-san! The shininess of Her statue reflects Her glory for all to see, even those who waver in their resolve after realizing just how many steps are...

"Well, she's here now. So you should be too! If you must be out of your depth, be out of your depth together!" It didn't make much sense, but Shizuka certainly was curiously fired up about it in a weirdly restrained way - she was no Ikoma, after all. And yet, the rhetoric was going to get so much we...

Punching out for the night!

"Come, come!" Shizuka says, gesturing Tomoe and - yes - even Daichi over with her fan. The extra inches afforded by her sandals coming in handy as well. "So, Other Phoenix-san, hello. Good afternoon. I am Moshi Shizuka, priestess of our Lady Amaterasu, praise be the Sun! I was speaking to your kinsm...

"All of this is just... weird . Puts me off-balance. And that... means I am out of my depth." Shizuka's brow furrows and her eyes close solemnly, a pensive expression on her face. Fan. Fan. Fan. Tap of fan on chin. Fanfan. A short, sharp inhalation. "Nah." The Moshi concludes. "I don't agree with t...

"Very much so. Honestly not sure why I was invited. I kinda figured the Phoenix would just tell me who I was marrying." He glanced about him. "And I had no idea there even was a Deer Clan until I saw it on my travel papers." "So, then..." Shizuka paused fanning, resting the top curve of the fan aga...

"Is that so?" Shizuka set her carrying box down next to her and flicked her fan open with a practiced motion. It wasn't a work of art, truth be told: just a white paper fan on cypress slats, save for the golden yellow sun in the middle supported by - what else - stylized centipedes. Fanning herself ...

"I'm... more than a little out of my depth here." Accepting the bundle of papers, Shizuka put them in a wooden carrying box atop what appeared to be an incense burner. "Eh? Out of your depth?" The Moshi asked, retrieving a fan from her obi and moved to step into some nearby shade near the brush and...

"Hah!" Shizuka barked, giving something of a satisfied, playful smirk as she turned to the paper seller. "I'll take two dozen sheets of that. And a dozen of the bamboo paper too." Turning back to Raizo, Shizuka finally bowed in greeting. "Sorry about that, Phoenix-san. I'm Moshi Shizuka. Please take...

"Well, it's your lucky day and mine then, cause this isn't fashion!" Shizuka gestured broadly at the paper she was looking at. Mulberry pulp, a little bit off white in coloring, crisp, a bit stocky. Smirking, she rested her hands on her hips. Or, rather, where her hips would be if there weren't an i...