Kyuden Shika

Yoshi offers a smile. "As you said, we have no tradition of our own. Virtually none of us are born with the gift. Therefore, whatever you do would break no traditions. But as to what you would do...you call yourself a wanderer? Have you ever wondered about the lands beyond Rokugan? There are many s...

"...it feels almost wrong to quibble, honestly," Aimi says with a frown, "Your scheme is very clever, Yoshi-san, and it may even work. But you speak of a stipend, legitimacy, things that I have never had and learned to live without. So I ask this instead - what would Kasuga Aimi be doing, then, as h...

"Ah, I..." The Kitsu almost teared up, but held himself back. "I understand. I'm sorry you had to endure that." "Nothing for you to apologise over, Kitsu-san," Aimi says with a rough chuckle, "But yes. That's why I was so... uncomfortable, that night. If I was being sensible I would have stayed far...

"Aimi-san, doing stupid things and still profiting from them is what the Tortoise do best." Yoshi pulls out his kiseru and pulls it to a brazier to light it. "But I would like to hear. Now...was I right about the Warrior's Journey?" "It was a good guess, Yoshi-san, but no," Aimi smiles faintly, and...

The Kitsu was surprised at the appearance of the Kasuga, as well as the ronin in question, and so for now let them talk, until he was addressed. "No problem, Aimi-san. Consider it an apology for my goof in the geisha house." "Hmm, yes, that. Well. I suppose I..." Aimi hesitates for a moment, before...

He cocked his head at her. Blinked. Half-smiled, despite everything. "See, this is why they fucked up, you call me on my crap, Aimi. Always did. I was actually planning on getting good and sauced, crying a lot, doing something stupid, and then, if I survived it, coming to see you. But as usual, you...

"Well now," comes a voice from the doorway, "Ain't this a pretty sight." Aimi is once again in her rough, practical travelling clothes, the fancy garments tucked away save for the needle in her hair. A heavy travelling pack hangs on one shoulder, and in her hands she carries her staff of ancient woo...

Aimi (whose player is sorry for missing the start of this, argh) slips in and tries to do her very best to appear like she wasn't late at all you just didn't see her sitting there. Honest.

You wouldn't call such an innocent young maiden a liar now would you?

Aimi's eyes widen as her friend lunges towards her with a roar, and she only just about gets her arm in the way, staggering sideways beneath the strength of the hit. Oh, I'll be feeling that one tomorrow. Not bad, Koi! (6 fatigue dealt by the strike, -2 from travelling clothes, 4/8 total) "OSANO-WO!...

Aimi, by contrast, looks almost distressingly eager and enthusiastic as she steps into the ring. Her rough and practical garments have been stripped down and cut back to the minimum allowed by propriety, that she might be as flexible and nimble as required, and her grin is an easy thing of confidenc...