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Post by Gold on Dec 23, 2008 2:04:01 GMT -5
This is where they'll rp while at the dojo. Characters include:
Kuroe's Kenshin Himura Kaoru Kamiya Saito Hajime Kurea Kyoujiro Isamu
Lauren's Yahiko Myojin Misao MachiMachi Lord Aoshi
Gold's Yutaro Hideki Arata Hisashi Katashi
Kuroe has the first post to set up the setting, then me, then Lauren.
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Post by kuroechan on Dec 23, 2008 2:19:13 GMT -5
The mood was set, and despite the fact it wasn’t a duel to the death, it was quite the battle the two owners of the Kazudo Dojo had set up. Placed in a large space inside the large, bustling city of Kyoto, the scene was a large, dusty arena, of course, it wasn’t necessarily an arena, but there were markings for the divisions of students, and then for the masters who had been somehow conned into joining the battle. Of course, there were a good number of people sitting along the sidelines on cushions, to watch the competition.
Hiroyuki, the elder brother of the famed Kazudo dojo, smirked, looking to Haruo, his younger twin brother, and grinning. “This certainly will be interested, aren’t you glad we decided to do this.”
“Yeah, I suppose so, besides, we see a lot of our loyal fans, and fierce competitors, along with some old friends, eh?” He winked, grinning, looking to all the people. “Go ahead and start announcing, bro~” He said, slapping a hand to his elder brother’s back, shoving him forward.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, along with the spirited folk that have come here to join in our competition, I am proud, and amazed to announce the first ‘actual’ matches- In this corner we have the young Myojin Yahiko, or Yahiko Myojin, however you wish to put it. From the Kamiya dojo located in Tokyo! Give him a round of applause!” He grinned, glancing to the other brother with a grin on his face “And in this corner, is a young man known as Arata Hideki, or if you’d prefer, Hideki Arata! Give /him/ a round of applause!” He grinned.
“You both may start when we give the go-” Hiroyuki added, looking to his younger brother for a brief moment of silence.
The flaming red-haired figure of Kenshin Himura was sitting, a purely friendly, almost humored smile upon his face. “Ah, this one wonders how Yahiko will do in this match.” His smile only brightened of knowing how strong the boy had become. That wide-eyed violet-blue gaze his suddenly fell on the pre-teen’s opponent, he quirked a brow in curiosity, the boy didn’t appear to wear normal training hakama, no, he was dressed differently, but, to each their own. Yes, Kenshin Himura, a soul that’d battled in the revolution, formerly known as “Hitokiri Battousai” or “Battousai the Manslayer”, despite the fact the youthful looking twenty-eight year old’s demeanor had changed completely, he still possessed amazing skill with his sword. Speaking of which, was not a normal katana, no, it was a sakabatou, a reverse-bladed weapon, it could render you helpless, but because of his newfound kindred spirit, Kenshin refused to kill. After battling Makoto Shishio, he’d finally appeared to get control over his former personality, and the rage that he had held for so long seemed to be soothed, in which he now had control over. Despite his scrawny exterior, dressed in white hakama and a bright red, almost magenta gi, along with simple socks and sandals, Kenshin was quite the powerful ally, or enemy, though it’d be much easier and less painful to be first of the two. Besides the rurouni’s red hair, purple-blue eyes, he had one other intriguing feature, a cross-shaped scar tracing his left cheek, though for this occasion, he’d covered it with a fresh bandage. “Ah! Yahiko! Good luck!” He hollered from the sidelines, still smiling.
“Huh! Kenshin, he doesn’t need luck, he has skill~” a /certain/ female responded in a blunt tone. “Of course, neither will I, I know neither of us have /anything/ to worry about!” She ran a pale hand through her long ebony locks, which were held in a ponytail cascading to her lower back, held with well, her favorite indigo ribbon. The woman was dressed in dark blue hakama, along with a white gi, just a bit of a bandages chest showing as she moved. Turquoise eyes shone with pride, oh, she’d let everyone know she was the boy who was about to beat this other male’s ass, that she was Yahiko’s sensei. “Heh.. Yahiko! Go get him!” She called out, popping her fist in the air with vigor. The Kamiya dojo’s assistant master was a bit too proud of herself, though she should have known by now that you should never count your chickens before they hatch- Even so, she was sure both herself and Yahiko would come out as top dog! Who could predict anything else, everyone else either looked like criminals or street-trash, of course, there were a good number of decent dojo-goers, but all the finalists were rather dirty looking. A smirk pasted on pastel colored lips, and Kaoru grinned.
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“Mom…. MOM.. MOM!” A hand grabbed to pull on the indigo sleeve of his elder, the young boy was placed on the sidelines specifically assigned to the competitors. The boy looked around nine or ten, being so tall, in fact, he was probably only an inch shorter than Yahiko when he stood up. Pretty impressive for a six-year old. The child was dressed in a light, dusty blue male’s kimono, he was sitting down, but he seemed insistent on getting his ‘mother’s’ attention. His hair was a dark raven color, and his eyes were a silvery tint, with a lavender hue to them, though they were very narrow in shape. He grinned, tugging on the sleeve once more. “MOM!” The sound echoed through the audience and competitors, one older man even had to plug his ears at the loud voice. Of course, the boy’s voice was quite odd in itself, heck, it was so low and manly that it was almost amusing. A mere kindergartner having a grown-man’s voice, amusing, at the very least. Of course, there was one last attribute to the young boy’s features, he had a bandages left leg, and had a crutch sitting besides him. Perhaps an injury, or perhaps a birth defect, either way, he appeared to be crippled.
“WHAT?!” That voice echoed and nearly made that old man piss his pants, it was a low, smooth, tone, one that you probably would have mistook for a man’s if it didn’t have just a hint of femininity to it. You could clearly tell it was usually malicious sounding, and dripping with venom, but now the woman just seemed to be attempting to be calm. The female was a large woman, not only being 5’8-5’9 in height, but big-boned, curvaceous, though very lean. She wore a navy male’s kimono, the edges seeming to be splattered or singed, or perhaps it was just decoration, with black. A soot-colored haori wrapped around her shoulders, and despite the fact the kimono was a bit large, the inner layer still allowed a good amount of tightly bandaged chest, which despite the tight bindings that would have probably made any normal female cry from pain, still protruded pretty badly.
Her arms and hands were also bandages, as were her legs and feet, placed in waraji sandals, and any other place, such as her collar-bone and neck, showed a few good carvings from past battles. Her hair was a earthy-brown, held in a high ponytail, falling to her mid-shoulder in length. The ronin-turned-dojo-master’s eyes were here most outrageous feature, a pure obsidian color, black and the midnight, and very, very narrow in shape. To be truthful, the woman’s sword was sitting besides her, but since this was just a completion, she wasn’t allowed to wear the cruel blade. “Ugh, what Kyoujiro?” She grunted, shaking her head in annoyance.
“Your tits are showing, you should cover them up before some guy comes to cop a feel, and ends up dead in public.” The boy pointed a finger at her chest-region, and Kurea sweatdroppped, tugging at the kimono to cover herself. “Why do you bring up such things, and it‘s one of the only things I had that isn‘t full of rips and tears.?” She barked, twitching slightly.
“Heh, Kurea-chan-sensei! You’re so amusing, you know that- Heh, he’s a pervert, get used to it.”
“SHUT UP ISAMU! You’re the sadistic, masochistic pervert of our group!” The boy roared, getting to his feet, hobbling over with his crutch, and grabbing the older boy’s hair and giving it a good tug.
“YOU BRAT!” The other shouted, grabbing the child’s low, short ponytail and giving it a tug.
“WELL I’LL BE DAMNED! IT /DOES/ HURT! And all this time I thought you were just a wimp!” Kyoujiro grasped the back of his head, shooting a glare at the older male.
“Don’t swear.” Kurea snapped, twitching again.
The older boy, who looked about fourteen in age smiled, that almost demonic little smirk of his could freak out a good number of people. The boy wasn’t tall, rather than scrawny and skinny, an average height, but his features were the oddest of the group. His hair wasn’t snow white, rather than an almost dull light-green, though it could probably just be the lighting… His eyes were a flaming orange-brown, and he grinned, putting bandaged hands behind his head. Hair fell past his chin and to mid-neck in length, the rest pulled into a low-ponytail. He wore a light green yukata with white and red decorations, a golden obi around his waist. He was also bandaged, all the way up to right below his chin, along with his forearms and shins. His own weapon, a simple wakizashi sat on his lap, and he turned, eyes shining with pure glee. “Oi, I can’t wait, I just can’t wait… Kurea-chan-sensei, do you mind if I slit someone’s throat? I think it’d be so much fun~ Don’t you?” He teased in his childish voice.
“Shut up brat. Don’t kill anyone in public.” Kurea growled.
“That doesn’t mean I still can’t spill blood, now does it?” He gave a purely mischievous smirk. “Ah, this will be sooo awesome.”
“Don’t get overly exciting..” Kurea said, rubbing her head. “You two really are a riot.” She added in pure sarcasm.
“MOM!” Kyoujiro roared again, tugging urgently on her sleeve..
“FOR THE GODS’ SAKES- Kyoujiro, do NOT yell.” Kurea glared at her son.
“Your tits are popping out…. Again.” The boy spoke in a still loud, but not shouting voice.
Kurea just slapped her forehead. "Karma really is a bitch." She muttered.
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Post by Gold on Dec 23, 2008 2:24:18 GMT -5
Over on the sidelines of the make-shift arena with Kenshin, and his bitchy Sensei Kaoru was a boy who looked to be the same age as Yahiko. It was Yutaro, the young rich boy who had decided to take up the Kamiya sword style and vowed to become better than the fore mentioned boy. The brown haired boy was wearing a light blue yukata over a white shirt and a white obi around his waist.
Yutaro had failed to beat Yahiko in their match before this one, but nonetheless he was still his friend so he cheered on his fellow student. “Go get him Yahiko! You beat me so there’s no reason why you should lose to this guy!”
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On the side of the arena opposite of Yahiko was a boy who seemed to be in his later teens. He had brownish black hair, with the back of it tied into a small ponytail. His piercing green eyes would make you think he was an experienced swordsman far beyond his real age, and yet he didn’t dress like most samurai.
He wore a white t-shirt under an open red shirt along with brown shorts and sandals with metal soles. He wore his sheath on a strap around his back like a ninja would, and as he drew it in order to begin the match you could see it was a Tsurugi.
“Hey kid, ready to lose?” Hideki said tauntingly to Yahiko. “I could probably beat you without using my sword, but I think I’ll save you the embarrassment since we’re in public and all that shit.”
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On the sidelines of the arena, near Hideki was an old man with long white hair who was wearing a metal plated headband. He had black eyes and was about the biggest person in the room. He wore attire similar to Hideki, as he was his master only his undershirt was long sleeved and he wore his sword on a rope that he wore as a belt.
In one hand he held a bottle of saki, and as he raised it to take a chug you could hear that it was already half-way empty. The man also sounded like he was already drunk; as he opened his mouth to talk you could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Go get’em Hideki! Show him why you’re known as the freshest samurai in all of Edo!” He drunkenly yelled out.
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