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| yaeori | Nov 29 2010, 07:27 PM Post #1 |
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![]() "...the Hyakuji Shrine." Asami's gaze reached up searching past the vast towering stone steps only to meet the dark cloudy afternoon sky. Though she could not see the shrine from the base of the stairs, simply being able to rest her small palm on the Torii comforted her. Skipping herself to the center of the stairs, Asami took a deep breath. Her small chest rose as she held her handbag, with both hands, behind her back. The smell of the shine and of the trees really reminded her of home. Opening her eyes once more, Asami began heading up the flight of stairs imagining what she would say to the people at the shrine. |
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| Kyousho | Nov 30 2010, 07:21 AM Post #2 |
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Trystan huddled over behind the bushes, rustling and bustling about in his own special spot. He hadn't really asked for permission from whoever was in charge of the place, but it seemed like such a waste to simply let the various plants here go un-eaten. Others might call them weeds, but he for one knew that the plants here were nutritious and, perhaps most importantly, palatable enough to be made into various types of foods. Besides, if they were going to call them weeds anyways, then it was obvious that they didn't want them anymore. What's wrong with a little sharing? Besides, sharing was a good thing, and that would rack up good karma; as the place was a temple, it certainly was fitting. Honestly, he was rather pleased with his own interpretation of this current arrangement. As he continued to forage, the sound of some footsteps heading up the stairs caught his ears. A small frown came to his face. This was certainly an odd hour to come visiting. He himself had only picked this time of day to come because this, aside from the hours during which the temple was officially closed, was the time which the least amount of people came to visit. What this translated to, for him, was the time which he was least likely to be found and, consequently, made fun of. Why did he even care if people made fun of him? More importantly, why was he planning out his actions here as if he were a thief? Shaking his head clear of such thoughts, he decided to hide in the brush some more to see just who was coming up. Worse come to worse, he could always say that he was feeling like performing a good deed for the Lord by weeding the church grounds right? ...Wait...was that excuse even based on the right religion for this holy place...? |
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| yaeori | Dec 1 2010, 03:37 PM Post #3 |
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The clouds hovering the dark afternoon sky moved ever so slowly. In due time, Asami climbed the towering flight of stairs. Her steps weren't heavy but the rustling of clothes and the soft humming foretold of her appearance to the Hyakuji Shrine up ahead. A cold gale suddenly sailed across the skies and Iroa shivered just a little. "It's cold today." Coming up out of the stone steps, Asami habitually headed over to the Chozuya first to purify her hands and mouth. Not having noticed Trystan, since he made efforts to hide himself, Asami strolled leisurely towards the Shrine Maiden who was currently sweeping the floor. "Excuse me," Asami waved her hand slightly to catch the Miko's attention. "I just moved into the neighborhood and I thought I should pay a visit." Iroa paused briefly but continued as though to elaborate her reasons. "I am Iroa from the Asami Clan." "Ah, please wait while I get the head priest." The girl, dressed in the traditional red and white, left her broom and scurried away. Not having anything else to do, Asami began soaking in the images of the local shrine. To the end of the Sando is the Haiden where people give offerings and prayers. To either side is the Ema bearing people's wishes and the Shamusho that was the administrative office. Beyond these still was a forest with many herbs, plants and... was there someone behind the bushes? "Excuse me," Asami strolled over not thinking at all about the possibility of danger. Instead her voice was soft with a caring concern as she leaned forward. Her long hair draped down and Asami brushed it back to behind her ear. "Is something the matter?" |
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| Kyousho | Dec 2 2010, 10:37 AM Post #4 |
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Trystan peeked over the top of the bush to get a look at the individual coming up the stairs. From a distance, it appeared as if she had light blue hair. With a slight build and an elegant, but unassuming, manner of walking, it wouldn't have surprised him if her mannerisms had also been trained at some point. Furthermore, she looked, for the lack of a better way to describe it, almost at home by her actions. However, with his initial observation done, he decided to turn back towards his gathering; it didn't look like she was going to head this way anytime soon. As he worked, bits of the conversation floated over on the wind. "Excu- me...just moved...and...should...visit." Ah, so she was a newcomer to the town. From his own experience so far, she would probably have a good time here; it wasn't common to find such an overall friendly city, despite the startling regularity which evil masterminds and other such beings decide to take over the world from this location. "...Iroa...Asami Clan." Well, that certainly was an odd way to introduce yourself. You'd normally just say your name and such, as Nina had taught him. However, to purposely highlight your surname, or in this Iroa's case, her clan's name, probably meant that it would mean something to the people here. Perhaps her family was high up in the chain regarding temples? And so it was. Peeking over the bushes again, Trystan saw the priestess who had been brushing away at the leaves earlier bow, then say something about getting the head priest to come over. Turning back to the herbs before him, Trystan sat back down and continued working, now with a small smile on his face. He had apparently met someone important today!...Or at least someone who he thought was an important person...Well, with this, he was almost ready to go. All that's left is... *bump* Oops.. In his haste, he had crashed into the bush behind him. He wouldn't have made this sort of mistake normally. Was the relatively peaceful life he had been living recently finally getting to him?! Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching. He'd been noticed! What was the reasoning he had thought of earlier? Pulling weeds for the Lord? Something like that? Wrong religion wrong religion! Why was he getting so worked up anyways... "Excuse me, is something the matter?" Ah, whatever. Just out with the truth. Turning around, Trystan decided to simply put on a casual air with what he thought was an inviting smile, as if he were simply a farmer harvesting his crops. He put a hand out, adjusting the rice paddy hat on his head to block out the sun. "Nope, just gathering some edibles~. Want to join me?" |
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| yaeori | Dec 2 2010, 08:57 PM Post #5 |
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"Nope, just gathering some edibles~. Want to join me?" "Edi..bles...?" Asami's eyes drifted to the herbs laying freely beside Trystan and instantly decided that he was gathering the herbs for medical use. "Alright. I need to gather som.." Iroa paused half way as she suddenly remembered her original task. "Actually, would you mind waiting for me? There something I have to quickly take care of first." Waiting only a moment for the answer, Asami quickly took off at the call of the returning Shrine Maiden. Half way back towards the Sando, Iroa turned her head momentarily and called to emphasize. "Wait for me kay~ ?" "The head priest will see you in the Shamusho. This way please." She led Asami into the building but did not follow her in. Instead she proceeded towards Trystan after his location was exposed by Asami. "We have no qualms in letting you loiter on temple grounds but please don't bother Lady Asami. If you do we will have to request that you leave the premise." *** "AH HAHAHAHA, look at you! You're all grown up little lady! You were only this little when I last saw you. HAHAHAHA. How's Kana? And Yumi too!" The head priest seemed to be in high spirits as though having reunited with the child of an old friend. "Oba-chan is doing well." Asami replied. "Mother..." She didn't finish the sentence but instead opened her bag to take out two things. "Here's a letter from Oba-chan and here's some chocolates." The keen eye of the high priest caught her hesitation but pretended not to notice. Instead he continued with the same high spirits. "OH! It's [雪の恋人]! Not Bad Not Bad! HAHAHAHA. I'll take my time enjoying these." Already placing one into his mouth the priest opened the letter. As he read his expression seemed to change to a more serious tone. "Have you read the contents of this letter?" "No." Asami shook her head. "Oba-chan only told me that I was to continue my training as Shrine Maiden here." "AHAHAHAHA. That's right! Just so you know I won't go easy on you just because I know your Oba-chan." His eyes was suddenly serious and his voice was deep and slow. "Are you ready for some serious training?" Edited by yaeori, Dec 2 2010, 08:57 PM.
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| Kyousho | Dec 2 2010, 09:51 PM Post #6 |
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"Edi..bles...? Alright. I need to gather som.." Well, that went better than he thought it would have. He had expected something more along the lines of - "You disgusting pervert. What are you doing out here in such a suspicious area? What are those leaves for? Are you making some sort of homebrew date rape drug? As to be expected of a dirty homeless man like you!" Relieved that, for the time being, he had managed to rope in someone else to do the work with him, he decided to turn back to his business. From the sound of things, it seemed as if she knew what she was doing. After all, one normally wouldn't say that they needed to collect edible herbs from the relative wild "as well" if they didn't...right? Now that he really thought about it, why was a well-dressed and respectable lady like her used to picking things off from the ground and rolling through the dirt? Perhaps she was victim as well to one of those environmentalist fads that seemed to plague the rich and influential nowadays? Before he could think too deeply about this ridiculous topic, the girl spoke once more. "Actually, would you mind waiting for me? There something I have to quickly take care of first." Turning his head back around to look at her, he gave a bright smile, nodded, then returned back to his work. He wasn't being too antisocial, was he? He heard the pattering of her shoes as she moved towards wherever she needed to be. A small glint came to his eyes. This was perfect! He felt a little sorry for leaving this new girl in town all alone here, but she was rich and influential right? She could easily find her way around, and in all likelihoods wouldn't be anywhere where someone who was poor and not-so-influential would show up! However, before he could make his move, the girl's voice came floating back in the wind. "Wait for me kay~ ?" Well, there goes any chance of his hiding spot going unnoticed - the miko was bound to come over and shoo him away. Sighing inwardly, Trystan resigned himself to his fate; if this was the way his path of Justice would lead him...then so be it. Waving a hand up without turning around to signal that he had heard her, he sat cross-legged, arms folded over his chest, his lips pursed in thought. How was he going to convince the miko to let this loitering individual stay? As he mumbled to himself in contemplation, he heard the voice of the miko who had been sweeping the grounds earlier greet the girl again. "The head priest will see you in the Shamusho. This way please." From their footsteps, it seemed as if the miko had led the girl towards the office building. However, as he had expected, the miko had not joined them, and had instead come over to where he was sitting. Why didn't he just hop into a tree and hide until the girl came back? Perhaps he was just a little too honest, despite the various strange delusions he could come up with in his head. "We have no qualms in letting you loiter on temple grounds but please don't bother Lady Asami. If you do we will have to request that you leave the premise." Putting on an apologetic smile and pretending to be foreign, as his clothes would have indicated, seemed enough to satisfy the miko, who left mumbling inaudible phrases. Well, that was kind of her to let him stay, but what exactly did she mean by him "bothering" Lady Asami? He was certainly not bothering anyone that he could recall. He had simply been sitting here, minding his own business, and picking wild herbs before his own clumsiness had led to his discovery by the girl. However, now that the miko mentioned it, the girl had introduced herself earlier. If he recalled correctly, she introduced herself as Iroa, of the Asami clan. Well, at the very least, his suspicions of her being an important person was confirmed. On the other hand, now he was curious as to what sort of business a young girl like her could have with the head priest of a temple in a sizable city. Shaking his head in disbelief at his own overly-nosy tendencies, Trystan sat in a meditative position, trying to clear him mind of such thoughts. However, either due to his own subconscious meddlings, or simply due to habit, by doing so, he started to circulate his qi, and by doing so, enhanced his own hearing slightly. With that, small bits and pieces of the conversation started floating down from the building. "HAHAHAHAHA......HAHAHAHHAHA....." ...Who is that crazy laughing man? What's he laughing at? "...-raining?" ...Raining? Trystan opened one eye and looked up. The sky was clear so far...perhaps he had simply heard wrong? Sighing to himself, Trystan got onto his knees and started foraging again. He now had permission to "loiter", as the miko had put it, as long as he wanted to, so he planned to make the most of it. |
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| yaeori | Dec 3 2010, 02:42 PM Post #7 |
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Asami simply nodded in response. "AHAHAHAHA" The priest seemed to be in high spirits once more. "Alright. Go get a good rest tonight. You're going to need it little lady." Suddenly leaning closer, the priest stared deep into Iroa's eyes. "Tomorrow you will come before the clock strikes five." Pulling back the priest laughed loudly once again. *** What a strange man. Asami did not actually remember meeting with the high priest before but... she didn't think his was a personality one can easily forget either... Still, he's not a bad man. Iroa decided. Afterall, if he is a friend of Oba-chan he should be alright. "I don't think I have properly introduced myself yet." Asami commented to Trystan once she returned. "I am Iroa, Iroa Asami, I just transferred here today. Nice to meet you." Edited by yaeori, Dec 3 2010, 02:44 PM.
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| Kyousho | Dec 4 2010, 10:47 PM Post #8 |
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Trystan stopped working as he heard the pattering of feet approaching his position. Was it the miko who had earlier left while muttering inaudible phrases? No, from the sound and rhythm, it didn't seem like the same person. He turned around to take a look for himself. Ah, the girl was back! That certainly took awhile. Not that he was curious or anything, but he still kind of wanted to know what they were talking about. Well, it's not like it was any of his business to begin with. "I don't think I have properly introduced myself yet. I am Iroa, Iroa Asami, I just transferred here today. Nice to meet you." Trystan nodded and smiled back. "Nice to meet you. My name is Yamato Trystan." He then paused for a moment, taking her words in. There was only one major school in Hyakuji that he knew of, and that was, well, Hyakuji High. She definitely looked around his age, if not younger. Rather, in all likelihoods, she was younger than he was; there were few people who started their formal education as late as he had. Perhaps they would end up sharing a class or two? Who knew? Better question: what exactly did girls talk about, anyways? "Ah, if you just transferred in, then does that mean that you will be transferring into Hyakuji High?" Stating the obvious, but at least it'd keep the conversation going, right? |
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| yaeori | Dec 6 2010, 01:54 AM Post #9 |
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((no worries ^.^ )) "Nice to meet you. My name is Yamato Trystan." "Nice to meet you, Yamato-san." Asami greeted reflexively as she bent down in a 90 degree bow. Though she is only 15 years old, Iroa had been trained to have good manners since a young age. The design of her posture and demeanor, however, was obviously different than others her own age. "Ah, if you just transferred in, then does that mean that you will be transferring into Hyakuji High?" "Yes, today.." Remembering the embarrassing moment back in supernatural studies class Asami decided to skip that little detail. "..I just moved into the Fudo House and will be studying at Hyakuji High from now on." The uniform she wore on her 4"6' frame seemed to prove her words. "Is Yamato-san... also a student?" Implicitly implying 'also a student at Hyakuji High'. |
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| Kyousho | Dec 7 2010, 02:50 AM Post #10 |
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"Nice to meet you, Yamato-san." Trystan reflexively stood up and returned the bow. It honestly caught him by surprise, the whole 90 degrees thing. He had been taught that, as a general rule, the lower you went, the more respect it was supposed to show, and the full right angle was pretty much as deep bows go. She really was a well-mannered individual after all. Honestly, if he had to put it into words, Iroa's mannerisms would have marked her as someone far older than she probably was. However, it wasn't really safe to assume things like that in a place like Hyakuji; a suspiciously high number of supernatural individuals seemed to gather in this area, and there was really no telling what effects magic could have on you. Eternally youthful skin and appearance was just the tip of the iceberg. "Yes, today.." Trystan sensed a slight disturbance in the qi aura surrounding Iroa as she paused. Perhaps something happened today that wasn't exactly a pleasant memory? In any case, not only did it not seem like it was something which was tremendously important, based upon the magnitude of the disturbance, it was also none of his business. He wasn't really one to pry into the matters of personal affairs unless someone approached him about it first. However, with his usually introverted nature, such occurrences simply never happened that often. "...I just moved into the Fudo House and will be studying at Hyakuji High from now on." Now that he looked closer, she really was wearing the school's uniform. How had he missed that the first time around? Perhaps he had simply been too flustered to have taken in that bit of information. Why had he been flustered in the first place? It seemed like he'd been crouching in the area here around the bushes for ages now. And now that he was also standing up instead of looking up at Iroa from below, he couldn't help but notice that... ...She was pretty short. At least a whole foot shorter than he was, to be exact. I hope I didn't look too intimidating when I suddenly stood up... "Is Yamato-san... also a student?" The question caught him slightly off guard. What exactly did she mean by that? It certainly was true that, in his current outfit, he simply looked like a homeless man scavenging for food to eat. Perhaps she was questioning his social status? Well, it wouldn't have surprised him even if she was; regardless of manners, social class always meant something to someone of higher status, right? However, he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt; she simply didn't seem like someone who would judge someone like that. He thought about it some more. Perhaps she meant something more along the lines of: "You look terribly well-educated for a student, being able to pick out the various types of edible herbs from the poisonous!" Who was he trying to kid. As such, he decided to simply answer the question as literally as possible. Not only as one of academia, but more so as a practitioner of martial arts, he was, is, and always will be a student. Did that make him sound like one of those "eternal delinquents" who never wanted to grow up that was so popular amongst the useless youth nowadays? He certainly hoped not. For good measure, he decided to simply include all the disciplines he still considered himself a student in, and the institution at which he was currently primarily learning at. "Yes, I am. I'm currently a second year at Hyakuji. Also, I am -" Trystan pulled his hands up in a traditional, palm-over-fist, Chinese-styled salute. A subtle trace of pride was hidden in his words, but he didn't really mind. He really was proud of his position. "- the current grandmaster of Ryoushou-Ryuu Kobudo. And I-" He blushed slightly as he took a deep breath. Nina had read a self-help book on self introductions, and told him that it was essential that, when introducing himself, to include some interesting tidbit that the other person could remember him easily by. The book said so, it must have been true! And the one "interesting fact" that the two had come up with which was neither lewd, violent, or simply outright inappropriate was... "...I...can make water boil through sheer willpower!" Why that was so embarrassing to say he had no idea, but for some reason...it just was. |
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| yaeori | Dec 8 2010, 04:59 PM Post #11 |
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"Yes, I am. I'm currently a second year at Hyakuji. Also, I am -" Asami's gaze drifted up only to realize how tall Yamato really was. Considering her own height, Iroa wasn't all that surprised but something else Did catch her attention. "- the current grandmaster of Ryoushou-Ryuu Kobudo. And I-" Yamato is a kung fu master? Excitement saturated the freshman's eyes. She had seen it on TV. Pow. Kapow. Kung Fu Masters are masters of their own body and can beat down any enemy with their kung fu moves. "...I...can make water boil through sheer willpower!" Is that another kung fu thing? Asami thought about his words for a moment. "Is that... really possible Yamato Sempai?" Her eyes almost glittered brimming with anticipation. |
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| Kyousho | Dec 9 2010, 05:01 PM Post #12 |
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"Is that... really possible Yamato Sempai?" "Er - Y-yes, it's possible!" ...It actually worked? Well, it wasn't that he couldn't actually do it; he was simply caught by surprise as to how well it actually worked. At the best he would have expected someone to simply laugh at the whole incredulity of the suggestion of boiling water with willpower. However, it seemed that Iroa had taken him seriously; perhaps she was one of those sheltered kinds who were easily impressionable by anything that he or she saw in the media? Either way, the look in Iroa's eyes...Trystan didn't think that he was only imagining it when he thought they gave the impression that she really wanted a demonstration. But first, he had no container to store the water with. Rummaging around in his rucksack, he pulled out a bamboo flask, before turning and walking towards the well at the shrine. "Please wait a moment." After taking a few more hurried steps, he turned around again, his expression slightly flustered. Ah, performing in front of other people really was stressful! "It's really just a moment; please wait!" Running towards and arriving in front of the well, Trystan took the spoon-like laddle and filled the flask to the rim with the cool well water. Spilling some over his pants as he half-ran back to where they were before, Trystan wondered exactly how he was going to demonstrate this boiling water trick. Should he go for something more showy? How about making a great show of effort by huffing and puffing as he saw all the supposed ki masters do on the late night television shows? He laughed to himself wryly as he suddenly thought about his Master; he would have been appalled that this was what the successor to his style of kobudou was using his skills for. In any case, he had brought this upon himself, and he honestly saw no harm in showing it to someone who seemed to show such enthusiasm, regardless of where said enthusiasm came from. As such, he decided to simply show it as it was. After returning in front of Iroa, he planted his feet in front of him. "This is some water I had just grabbed from the well. As you can see, and have probably tasted for yourself, the water is cool. Now -" Trystan held the flask in front of him, one palm underneath, and the other not touching the flask, but hovering around the sides in case it started wobbling. Tilting the flask slightly so that Iroa could see into it once he started, Trystan stepped in closer, closing the distance slightly between Iroa and himself, then readied himself for his first step towards popularity. Taking a deep breath, Trystan began speaking again. "Ten seconds. Within ten seconds, this water will come to a boil." Eyes suddenly narrowing in concentration, Trystan first exhaled deeply, focusing on gathering his qi into his palm, then transferring it into the water. The water gave a slight ripple as the qi slipped through the bamboo bottom and entered the water. One second. Small swirls started appearing as he shaped the qi to conform closer to the shape of the flask. Suddenly, the swirls started spinning counterclockwise, moving faster and faster, making some of the water inside splash out. Two seconds. Then, as suddenly as the swirls appeared, they disappeared, the water coming to a swift and unnatural standstill, with more ripples coming from the center of the flask. Small bubbles of air started forming and drifting to the surface of the water. Over the next four seconds, the rate and magnitude of the bubbling increased at an exponential rate. By the seventh second, the water was already clearly boiling, with steam rising out constantly. The bubbling increased in speed further, splashing even more of the water within the flask out. With the distance at which Trystan and Iroa were standing from each other, it would inevitably splash out, proving the temperature of the water. Looking up from the flask, Trystan smiled sheepishly at Iroa, unwittingly reverting to a more reserved manner of speaking. "This is but one of the humble skills this one possesses." |
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| yaeori | Dec 16 2010, 06:26 PM Post #13 |
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"Please wait a moment." Golden eyes drifted with Trystan's movements as he rushed the preparation. In his haste, Yamato even spilled some water over himself. "This is some water I had just grabbed from the well. As you can see, and have probably tasted for yourself, the water is cool. Now -" Asami's eyes were big with anticipation. Sempai was just as she imagined. His stance was definitely kung fu looking. "Ten seconds. Within ten seconds, this water will come to a boil." Iroa's eyes widened as her focus narrowed. First she was looking at Yamato with all his posture and kung fu readiness. Then her mind narrowed in onto the water as he brought it closer for her to see. It began with some ripples that turned violent with bubbles until the boiling water even splashed out. Iroa instinctively jumped back to avoid the splash. The steam was proof enough how hot the water was. It would not be a good idea to get that splashed over her body. "Wow!" Iroa started clapping. "Amazing!" "This is but one of the humble skills this one possesses." "Really?" Asami's eyes looked as if a child had found a new toy. "Then, could you.." But a beeping noise suddenly interrupted her sentence. Rolling up her sleeves Asami saw the time on her watch. "oh" Iroa seemed disappointed. "It's.. getting rather late. I should be getting back. I have training with the priest early tomorrow." Asami spoke not realizing the possible danger of exposing her schedule to someone she had only met for the first time. Looking up at Yamato, Asami continued. "Show me how to do that sometime okay sempai?" Iroa paused for an answer and then turned around to leave before he could say more. Yet after having only taken a few steps forth, Asami turned around and asked. "Will I see you here again...tomorrow?" Edited by yaeori, Dec 17 2010, 08:16 PM.
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| Kyousho | Dec 19 2010, 09:48 AM Post #14 |
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"Really? Then, could you.." While the enthusiasm that she showed about what he had just demonstrated was gratifying, to say the least, he couldn't help but feel that he had just set himself up to get a whole string of encore demands. What if she asked for him to do something unreasonable, like killing a bear with his bare hands, or chopping off the necks of glass bottles of beer? Where was he going to get or find a bear? It's not like they just randomly appeared in the forest like in some RPG. Even worse would be if she suggested he do something with the beer; he would be breaking the law! Procuring spirited beverages for under-aged individuals, especially an individual of high social status and of the opposite gender could only lead to his arrest! He could imagine it in the newspaper headlines already: "Asami clan child almost drugged and molested by homeless man. Public cries of execution resound throughout the nation!" However, before he could let himself get sidetracked by such a ridiculous chain of thought, a beeping noise from Iroa's direction caught not only her, but his attention as well. He watched as she rolled up her sleeve slightly, then saw her expression change to that of slight disappointment. "Oh...It's.. getting rather late. I should be getting back. I have training with the priest early tomorrow." Training with the priest? Perhaps Iroa meant the head priest ...The one that laughed uncontrollably, huh? Was...it going to be alright? Is he going to even be able to teach properly...? At the mention of training, Trystan felt surprise, as well as an almost irresistible urge to ask and probe further. What sort of training did she need in a temple? Perhaps it was training of a spiritual nature, like calming the mind and clearing the soul? Or was it clearing the mind and calming the soul? He had never been too good with the spiritual aspect of even his own style of kobudo, let alone that of an entire other religion. He was aware of the similar concepts, but had never really put in the time to study them. God knows how bad school itself could be; mathematics and history combined were more than enough to hurt his head on. On the other hand, the fact that she needed training wasn't what had surprised him the most - it was that she would feel so comfortable around him that, despite it being their first meeting, a person of such social stature would so carelessly and easily reveal her schedule to him. It was a move that, at best, could be compensated for with skilled security, and, at worse, lead to someone's demise. Well, it was more than likely that, with, or at least so far that he could tell, as pure and impressionable a personality as hers, she probably had not had to experience anything of that sort of nature. If that was the case, then he'd do his best to keep it that way, without feeding her unnecessary information. "Show me how to do that sometime okay sempai?" "M-Mm. Sure thing, er...Asami-san", replied Trystan, nodding slightly for further emphasis. The "sempai" address had completely caught him off guard. He simply stood there, cup in hand, watching as she started walking away. When was the last time anyone had addressed him like that? However, like when the watch had beeped, before he could go anywhere else with this train of thought, Iroa spoke once more, after having only walked a few steps from where they had said goodbye. "Will I see you here again...tomorrow?" Tomorrow? Ah, she probably meant at around the time she would be here to receive the training she had mentioned earlier from the laughing priest. Well, he would probably be up by then; no harm in taking a leisurely walk to the shrine, right? However, she could also have meant at around this time. As such, he decided to ask with a slight change in intonation to indicate the need for clarification. He hoped that he wasn't being too intruding. "Sure - I'll see you here tommorow...morning then?" |
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| yaeori | Dec 20 2010, 04:46 PM Post #15 |
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"It's a promise then." Asami left after the simple reply not expecting in the least that she would accidentally sleep in tomorrow to miss both training with the priest and her promise to Yamato. |
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