Welll... that kinda changed things. Alright, I guess I'll just roll with the punches.
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I did not pull her far along behind me- just out of the pub and around a neighboring building. When I released her arm she moved back away from me, looking at me as if I were insane.
She said something in French, I didn't understand, but I held out the parchment which she had earlier taken from her pocket. I pointed at the name on it.
She scowled, confused.
I scowered my brain. Why hadn't I ever learned French? My tutor had known it... Finally, I remembered a word which might be of assistence. "How?" I pointed again at the name on the parchment.
She said something else, I sighed and shook my head. Maybe... maybe she knew English. England wasn't so far from France.
"How did you come by this?" I asked, waving the parchment again. I had to know. I had to know why this paper said Mori Miho- the name of my sister.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
The story continues
Jada
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The man wasn't from around here his clothing was tattered and torn. I was still a little shaken up at what had happened prior. The man was what looked like Asian descent, he was very dirty but nothing I hadn't seen before. My hand trembled as I pulled the parchment out of my pocket. The mans eyes locked on it as my weak hand laid it on the counter in front of him. He took it up in his hands and studied it carefully. I walked around the bar curious to know why he was looking at it so intently. I came by his side to look over his sholder and rested my hand on the counter to get leverage. No sooner had I done this than he grabbed my arm and raced out the door with me run as fast as he could finally throwing me on his back.
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The man wasn't from around here his clothing was tattered and torn. I was still a little shaken up at what had happened prior. The man was what looked like Asian descent, he was very dirty but nothing I hadn't seen before. My hand trembled as I pulled the parchment out of my pocket. The mans eyes locked on it as my weak hand laid it on the counter in front of him. He took it up in his hands and studied it carefully. I walked around the bar curious to know why he was looking at it so intently. I came by his side to look over his sholder and rested my hand on the counter to get leverage. No sooner had I done this than he grabbed my arm and raced out the door with me run as fast as he could finally throwing me on his back.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Mori Toru
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My name is Mori Toru. When arranged in this traditional Japanese manner, I suppose it would mean "Forest wanderer." What my father had intended by this, I do not know. Sometimes I think he was quick in naming me. This thought runs through my head much these days.
Two months ago, I had been so close to finally finding my sister. But a vicious storm at sea, an uneventful night hiding in a brothel, and three bar fights later, I had all but lost track of her. My journies had taken me thus far to the southern coast of France, a country where I doubted my three languages would come in use. I could not express how anxious I was here. I was beginning to long for Edo, even Ryukyu, a place with I thought I'd never return to. Anything familiar. I wanted to speak my native tongue. And above all, I wanted rice. But here, outside of my home country, everything was different. I loved the change, but it was lonely. Was I the only one of my appearance to be found in this place? There were so many large noses here, such long, square faces sitting atop tall shoulders.
I readjusted the katana which hung at my side, examing then the sorry state of my hakama. There was a small rip which I would need to repair after washing them. I hated being so dirty, looking so ragged. And my hair was getting shaggy. My otoosan, my father, would have been ashamed, I thought.
I decided I needed to find a place to stay this night, somewhere that would not charge. A barn perhaps. I would have to stop at a tavern or something of the kind to find a suitable place.
With a sorry tug at my dirty clothing, I wound my way through the red glowing streets. My name may have meant "wayfarer," but I was beginning to see it was not truly my way.
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Okie day, there's a little intro to Toru.
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My name is Mori Toru. When arranged in this traditional Japanese manner, I suppose it would mean "Forest wanderer." What my father had intended by this, I do not know. Sometimes I think he was quick in naming me. This thought runs through my head much these days.
Two months ago, I had been so close to finally finding my sister. But a vicious storm at sea, an uneventful night hiding in a brothel, and three bar fights later, I had all but lost track of her. My journies had taken me thus far to the southern coast of France, a country where I doubted my three languages would come in use. I could not express how anxious I was here. I was beginning to long for Edo, even Ryukyu, a place with I thought I'd never return to. Anything familiar. I wanted to speak my native tongue. And above all, I wanted rice. But here, outside of my home country, everything was different. I loved the change, but it was lonely. Was I the only one of my appearance to be found in this place? There were so many large noses here, such long, square faces sitting atop tall shoulders.
I readjusted the katana which hung at my side, examing then the sorry state of my hakama. There was a small rip which I would need to repair after washing them. I hated being so dirty, looking so ragged. And my hair was getting shaggy. My otoosan, my father, would have been ashamed, I thought.
I decided I needed to find a place to stay this night, somewhere that would not charge. A barn perhaps. I would have to stop at a tavern or something of the kind to find a suitable place.
With a sorry tug at my dirty clothing, I wound my way through the red glowing streets. My name may have meant "wayfarer," but I was beginning to see it was not truly my way.
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Okie day, there's a little intro to Toru.
Toru
Name: Mori Toru
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 5'4"
Build: Average, on the side of lean
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Nationality: Japanese
Profession: Ronin Samurai/Sailor
Birthplace: Ryuukyuu Islands
Character: Inquisitive, persistant (sometimes to an annoying level). Loves learning, and is very intrigued by these new cultures. Very loyal and hardworking, though sometimes he falls into dark moods when he needs to be alone.
Brief Bio: First of two children. His little sister was a pretty girl, but mentally unstable. From a young age, sailed with his father (who was a merchant sailor) and crew. Japan during this period was closed to most outside countries, Holland being one exclusion. Toru became friends with one of his father's business aquaintences, a Dutch man. The man tutored Toru for many years, including teaching him Dutch and English. By 17, Toru had left home and after spending time in Edo, he was taken under the wing of an older Samurai who believed he had skill in fighting. Toru was later hired on by the Samurai's Daimyoo. When he was 25, he found out that his Daimyoo had raped a girl several months ago who later turned out to be his sister (who had come to Edo to find him). In a rage, Toru killed the Daimyoo, and tried to find his sister, but she was gone.
He is now tracking her, and his journey has led him across seas to here (where ever here is).
Attire: Traditional samurai garb, somewhat worn, consisting of black hakama pants, over full length black kimono, and black haori.
Weapons: Buddha's eye style katana, black with gold bamboo detail with matching wakizashi
Misc: Pierced left ear, wears glasses to read.
I think that's about it... if I think of anything else I'll let ya know ^_^
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 5'4"
Build: Average, on the side of lean
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Nationality: Japanese
Profession: Ronin Samurai/Sailor
Birthplace: Ryuukyuu Islands
Character: Inquisitive, persistant (sometimes to an annoying level). Loves learning, and is very intrigued by these new cultures. Very loyal and hardworking, though sometimes he falls into dark moods when he needs to be alone.
Brief Bio: First of two children. His little sister was a pretty girl, but mentally unstable. From a young age, sailed with his father (who was a merchant sailor) and crew. Japan during this period was closed to most outside countries, Holland being one exclusion. Toru became friends with one of his father's business aquaintences, a Dutch man. The man tutored Toru for many years, including teaching him Dutch and English. By 17, Toru had left home and after spending time in Edo, he was taken under the wing of an older Samurai who believed he had skill in fighting. Toru was later hired on by the Samurai's Daimyoo. When he was 25, he found out that his Daimyoo had raped a girl several months ago who later turned out to be his sister (who had come to Edo to find him). In a rage, Toru killed the Daimyoo, and tried to find his sister, but she was gone.
He is now tracking her, and his journey has led him across seas to here (where ever here is).
Attire: Traditional samurai garb, somewhat worn, consisting of black hakama pants, over full length black kimono, and black haori.
Weapons: Buddha's eye style katana, black with gold bamboo detail with matching wakizashi
Misc: Pierced left ear, wears glasses to read.
I think that's about it... if I think of anything else I'll let ya know ^_^
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Thirdly
Jada
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The waking man thrusts something in my hand. It is a moist parchment and I open it and it seems to contain some sort of writing. The man grabbed my skirt so hard i had to kneel to his level. "There is a man coming that knows what this means, keep your eyes open, and be wary."
It is kind of funny that even though I work at a tavern yet we can never get enough water.For the fifth time I am down at the stream collecting fresh water, that is wasted on wasted patrons. As i am bending over to fill up my bucket i hear a rustle in the bushes. I look up to see a man. Usually i can stand on my own against a guy but this one unsettles me. Then the drunken man's voice came into my head reminding me of the foremetioned man. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the parchment. I looked at it and then at the man.
The man stepped forward and a big crack resounds from his direction I don't wait to see what it is. I run straight back to the Tavern. I hide behind the bar hoping that the man will not come after me. I slink further down the bar and i hear the bell on the door. I wait there my heart beating loudly in my ears. Suddenly the man peeks over the bar at me and asks "Can I get some service?"
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The waking man thrusts something in my hand. It is a moist parchment and I open it and it seems to contain some sort of writing. The man grabbed my skirt so hard i had to kneel to his level. "There is a man coming that knows what this means, keep your eyes open, and be wary."
It is kind of funny that even though I work at a tavern yet we can never get enough water.For the fifth time I am down at the stream collecting fresh water, that is wasted on wasted patrons. As i am bending over to fill up my bucket i hear a rustle in the bushes. I look up to see a man. Usually i can stand on my own against a guy but this one unsettles me. Then the drunken man's voice came into my head reminding me of the foremetioned man. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the parchment. I looked at it and then at the man.
The man stepped forward and a big crack resounds from his direction I don't wait to see what it is. I run straight back to the Tavern. I hide behind the bar hoping that the man will not come after me. I slink further down the bar and i hear the bell on the door. I wait there my heart beating loudly in my ears. Suddenly the man peeks over the bar at me and asks "Can I get some service?"
second...
Lentz Cameron
Age: 21.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Currently unemployeed. Works odd jobs here and there; hunter, sailor, handi-man, and other jobs he can find to earn a meager income.
Background: Father a wealthy sailor and mother a tramp. Never knew his mother; lived with his father until he passes away five years ago. he know lives on his own traveling from place to place finding jobs along the way.
Hair: silver blonde
Eyes: blue around he iris changing to red
Body: 6'0" athletic
Typical day for Lentz
the warm sun beats down from above. the sounds of the forest have become his friends. he has been walking for several days now, eagerly awaiting to get to the next town, his next job, and his next meal. his sword hangs at his side, his bow and a quiver of arrows at his back. the pickings in the forrest have been slim, and he has gone awhile now without food. as he approaches the top of the hill, he looks down to the valley below and see a small plume of smoke arising from a chimney top. this means a place to rest and get food! he looks eagerly at the village then presses on, thinking of the nice warm bed that awaits him.
Age: 21.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Currently unemployeed. Works odd jobs here and there; hunter, sailor, handi-man, and other jobs he can find to earn a meager income.
Background: Father a wealthy sailor and mother a tramp. Never knew his mother; lived with his father until he passes away five years ago. he know lives on his own traveling from place to place finding jobs along the way.
Hair: silver blonde
Eyes: blue around he iris changing to red
Body: 6'0" athletic
Typical day for Lentz
the warm sun beats down from above. the sounds of the forest have become his friends. he has been walking for several days now, eagerly awaiting to get to the next town, his next job, and his next meal. his sword hangs at his side, his bow and a quiver of arrows at his back. the pickings in the forrest have been slim, and he has gone awhile now without food. as he approaches the top of the hill, he looks down to the valley below and see a small plume of smoke arising from a chimney top. this means a place to rest and get food! he looks eagerly at the village then presses on, thinking of the nice warm bed that awaits him.
First bit!
Jada Linder
Age: 22
Gender:Female
Occupation: Tavern Wench
Background: Mother was french and father a Norweigin Pirate. Father was pilliaging the French town my mother lived in. Broke into her house and the next thing he knew they were in love and he took her back with him. I was born 9 months later.
Hair: Long silky Black
Eyes: Peirceing Blue but when mad change to green and when sad gray.
Body: About 5' 6" medium build small feet. tattoo on right forearm because was on the ship when my father and mother we caught. Curses East India Company!
Typical day for Jada
It smells of stale cider as I walk back into the tavern with a bucket of water. Days upon days of spilt achohol on these floors, one would have thought they would have rotted by now. I have been here since the beginning. Spirits are in my blood more than I wish them to be, my father drank them, and he made my mother drink them while she was pregnate so therefore, as I said before it is in my blood.
I step over another passed out tavern goer and splash some of it on him arousing him from his slumber. It is another start to another uneventful day...or is it?
Age: 22
Gender:Female
Occupation: Tavern Wench
Background: Mother was french and father a Norweigin Pirate. Father was pilliaging the French town my mother lived in. Broke into her house and the next thing he knew they were in love and he took her back with him. I was born 9 months later.
Hair: Long silky Black
Eyes: Peirceing Blue but when mad change to green and when sad gray.
Body: About 5' 6" medium build small feet. tattoo on right forearm because was on the ship when my father and mother we caught. Curses East India Company!
Typical day for Jada
It smells of stale cider as I walk back into the tavern with a bucket of water. Days upon days of spilt achohol on these floors, one would have thought they would have rotted by now. I have been here since the beginning. Spirits are in my blood more than I wish them to be, my father drank them, and he made my mother drink them while she was pregnate so therefore, as I said before it is in my blood.
I step over another passed out tavern goer and splash some of it on him arousing him from his slumber. It is another start to another uneventful day...or is it?
plot starter...
There is a crystal that has magical powers of the unknown and we set out on a quest to find it
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