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Post by baiko on Apr 22, 2009 23:36:05 GMT -5
Tadakatsu watched his Lord walked away and he smiled. YES! He had his battle.
Laying his bow on the table next to him, easily in reach. He took guard with his Tonbogiri and made way next to Masaki.
I trust your my ally in this conflict?
Tadakatsu spoke, but never ceased constantly observing every man in the room.
The he spoke to the unknown samurai.
Begone with you now!
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Post by setaiishogun on Apr 23, 2009 9:41:08 GMT -5
Maeda Toshiie would, historically, be a gruff, yet poignant, fighter for the Oda. However, without a Nobunaga, he was masterless right now, a Ronin, having let himself go, no Saru to his Inu. He had been sitting nearby, listening to the verbal blows being exchanged between the men.
There was a foreigner, a man Toshiie held no ill will towards. Indeed, these foreigners interested him, their weapons different than his trusty spear. He gripped the katana at his side, however, the last piece of his fallen father that he had.
The larger built man yelled at another samurai, who was trying to quell the fight. That man looked important, bald with a large mantle. Toshiie had only his golden armor, a red cloak over it, golden armor once glinting in the sun now dulled to the point that a torch held near it would illicit no response from it.
He stood, setting down the sake cup, the flask finished, his being there a formality. He bowed to the maid and owner who now cowered nearby, and picked up his helmet, a long pointed thing, useful most only on a horse. However, even in this almost destitute state... damn he looked good. He was drop dead gorgeous.
He cleared his throat, and motioned to the men.
"Though I'm sure you all have good reason to want to kill each other, perhaps not doing it in the tea house might be better. These people have done nothing to deserve you all breaking their housewares.
I will fight with the Gai-Jin, however. He seems more... interesting."
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Post by finchy on Apr 23, 2009 10:45:30 GMT -5
Oukan Saku was surprised at the speed the situation had escalated in severity. Still he was as ready for a fight as anyone, there was just one reason he was still alive after starting his career in the ranks and that was the long hours he spent daily with his sword.
Yori had appeared at his side, the odds were good 5 on 2, yet he was beginning to think things were looking unfair. He decided to take the bull by its horns and looked at the one called Honda.
"Sir since you seem to be the instigate of this fight and since I'm determined to defend Japan's honour after you've showed a lack of it to these gentlemen I suggest we carry this on outside (OOC since the two of us are dueling anyway it kinda makes sense!)."
Then he turned to the German and English man, "Would you be willing to come and watch this battle as I would like to continue this conversation later? I believe I heard you mention you're looking for a man to hire you and I am ever on the lookout for good soldiers."
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Post by spartan on Apr 23, 2009 16:35:38 GMT -5
Dosan shook his head and sheathed his faithful katana. He turned around and mumbled something so that no one else could hear him.
"Damn kids...."
With that, the Former Mino Warlord left the Inn.
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Post by scholar on Apr 23, 2009 21:30:10 GMT -5
Suehiro noticed the man leave the Inn, wondering weather to state anything to the man that lay before him. He himself had left the inn in haste to avoid an encounter, it seems this man to be a coward, or at least, a poor man. Watching the stars panel around the sky as clouds cover and reveal their secrets. The countenance of the sky is beautiful this night. Glistening rubies paint it's darkened canvas. This night was too enjoyable to spend time on the elder man, demanding the respect of others, he was probably once a great man of status, now most likely shunned by those around him for a great dishonor or happening. It's truly worthless to see a man like that, it would be sad if he was broken, but it is even more so that he can't hold on.
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Post by kaname on Apr 24, 2009 14:52:36 GMT -5
Seighard could do nothing but smile at Masaki’s words. It had been drilled into him since childhood to take the words of others lightly, yet this man, with his harsh tongue and his ill-composed wording, could do nothing but appease the hatred that this ‘gai-jin’ already felt inside.
“Baka.” He stated, clearly, “It isn’t the country that will change, merely a few of its barbaric, out-dated people.”
He grinned even more as his feet inched backwards, his left foot gripping the earth that kept them steady, his musket placed already in his arms – but inching up to his targets position.
“The musket is a tool of power, and soon everyone will realise why is surpasses that of sword or bow. But, it is hard to make these changes and I am no one to try and convert them as such. As I have said before – I am but a mercenary, some of you will know me, like me, respect me. Others well ... others will hate, resent, fear...”
He grinned as he paused, his eyes glancing at the high priest that shuddered at the confrontation.
“You realise the damage I can deal at this range don’t you. Still, it’s better to sacrifice yourself now then to sacrifice your army should we ever cross swords – which we will, of course. I fight on behalf of the church and money, you fight for out-dated beliefs, honour, not that you show much honour, or courage ... in fact all you show is blind arrogance and stupidity. But then again – in the west, that’s what barbarians are, just stupid people, easy to crush, easy to tame. They respected our power, our ferocity and unlike some civilisations – we don’t approve too much of mercy. I suppose you’re the same though...”
“Enough!” contorted Geoffrey. “This is no place for war Seighard; take the heed of those who have left this place unscathed and be-rid yourself of the sinning inclination that drives you further away from our lord.”
“But...it’s fun.”
“As is making love, yet we don’t do it without the lords blessing, please – there will come no justice from this confrontation, be-rid yourself of your weapons Seighard.”
Seige finally released a sigh before turning back to Oukan, whose words were nearly lost within the excitement of the issuing battle. Now, it seemed it’d die down, unless of course Masaki gave him reason enough to pull the trigger that aimed straight at him.
“I am always available to those who are willing to accept reality. If you insist we watch this duel of yours....we will, when we are capable enough to do so.”
He turned back to Masaki, grinning. “But whether I’m available is up to this stupid wannabe warrior. For greatness is not something you simply have, it is earned – and a man with your incompetence and stupidity could not possess such a thing.”
“Now you’re provoking.” Intervened the priest, smiling almost, “Which isn’t going to resolve anything.”
(OOC: Sorry for the delay, I've been so occupied with work that even this post was rushed to hell. Still, if you really want to take me on then ... good luck. You and Honda verses me and justin alone would be interesting, nevermind with Oukan and my...secret ally (teh ninja) xD)
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Post by scholar on Apr 24, 2009 15:49:00 GMT -5
(Japan at this time was relatively modernized for the time. It's weapons may not have been the best in the world but the Aquebusiers were used at the time, as well as models in similar use in Britain so one could argue they were about equal at this time in weaponry. The spanish commented many times on how well built the Japanese ships were, which is an accomplishment considering Spain was the leading world power just a few decades before.)
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Post by bladedwind on Apr 24, 2009 23:25:56 GMT -5
"Your ways are not welcomed in this land. What use is power, money, and advancement if the traditions are lost? You have no place or right to be in this country. We fight for honor and pride. You fight for sheer enjoyment, and THAT is what makes you an uncivilized barbarian!"
Masaki stared the man in the eyes with his normally steely glare. The cold orbs lit up with a fiery rage, rage that would send any normal man scurrying to find a safe haven and a dry loincloth. He didn't expect the foreigner to do such a thing however. The gai-jin did not have courage, only a lack of common sense. He did not understand why the traditions of Japan were so important to it's people. He thought himself the superior race solely because his way and mannerisms of life were vastly different then the Japanese people. It was arrogant to assume superiority over such a small matter, even more arrogant then Masaki's hatred. The two men in front of the green samurai were blind to all, and it would mean death in the end for both of them. He raised his sword and pointed it at the man holding the musket.
"The gun is a weapon for cowards, sniveling worms who cannot look their enemy in the eye. I bet you can't even handle a proper weapon without stabbing your clumsy, oafish self in the foot!"
Masaki jeered and laughed as he made the taunt, despite the fact that it might mean getting shot. He cared little about death; a samurai was prepared to die at any moment's notice. Such was his fate for leading a violent life. In a one on one match, there was no way he would loose to a gai-jin at his own fighting style. Even Masaki, who could not shoot an arrow to save his life, could figure out how a gun worked. It was a child's toy, a cowards weapon. It was these points he tried to drive home. Whether or not the stupid barbarian would take the bait he did not know.
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Post by scholar on Apr 25, 2009 19:34:43 GMT -5
Peach blossoms covered the trees in the pathway outside the inn. A pebbled pathway and a dozen lanterns every few metres made the the scene as sight to behold.
"A wondrous time for a man to live Chaos breeds order, order breeds chaos A man will make his name at such a time or lose it among his death The cries of wolves beckon thee The wales of women and children keep thee And in this time, the world becomes a new And chaos becomes order and order will then become chaos Such a wondrous time for a man to live"
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