This is a compact place where the marvelous story of our puppetry queen-in-the-making will have certain snippets of her histories recorded. All posts will be identified with just what they pertain to for anyone interested in finding out what Sadayo did during our most recent time skip. - Family - Life - Botany - Updated November 18th, 2019 - Technology Training - Updated December 17th, 2019 - Pharmaceutical Training
tab tab On the matter of her family... tab As it stands, Sadayo fled the Whirlpoolâs Hidden Village through a golden portal and was one of the last to pass through. She was watching, waiting, and hoping that four familiar faces would come through the crowds of moving civilians and pull her through beside them. Nothing like that happened. Neither Tsuyu, Goro, Seina or Kyomei came to grab her through the mess with hand or string. A lonely, disheartening feeling that Sadayo had to fight those feelings back so long as she played shepherd of the people. When they reached the lands of Fire the long walk began.
Three days and two nights Sadayo remained remotely silent with her white, ghostly puppet known Gishin perpetually at her side. She found a strange sense of solace in her unusual puppet with its sleepy closed eyes, covered mouth, and over all closed off demeanor which even followed her into the raging war that took place on the other side of the continent and back again.
Gishin was with Sadayo until her will to hold her strings was exhausted and, with her bottled up grief, allowed her prized companion to clack and clank to the ground. The unknown taunted her. Where was her mother? Father? Were the people close to her gone? This question would continue to haunt her for months that would fall in-line among other events to come her way, the chance encounter with a estranged ally being one. tab Perhaps her heart would have been in a stronger place that evening if she knew the story that will unfold below? Our focus, here, is about the unsung puppeteers (and an exorcist) who actually did manage to escape the islands in turmoil. At the time our Sadayo was coaxing villagers to pass through a portal her family were fleeing from a different part of the island. North, perhaps, and equally overcast with danger and the volcanic ash soiling the air. The sea was their one way out and doing so beside flocks of birds gave some peace of mind that taking the open seas was the best option....
Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2019 8:24 pm
SadayoâŚââŚSoga
|JoĹŤninâ|Puppeteer Specialist|
On the matter of Botany.... which is no longer relevant LOL Part 1
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⏠For 10+ Botany jobs, the practitioner gains the title of "Apprentice Botanist", to be listed on the profile - the title gives: -1 post to the E - Rank and the B - Rank missions. ⏠Green Thumb: Gain Double the number of basic kits from gathering missions. Basic kits can be sold for their full value for Ryo. ⏠Santaâs Knowledge #3 PA ; [1] fewer post to complete a Job! [Santa's Knowledge #3, 2016] tab This mission spam awards Sadayo with.... ⏠12 Basic Botany Kits ⏠"Veteran Botanist" ⏠-1 post to the D - Rank and the A - Rank missions ⏠The Botany PA: I'm A Farmer!: Gain Double the number of advanced kits from gathering missions. Advanced kits can be sold for their full value for Ryo.
Dirt, soil, green and leafy. The only tools Sadayo had to her name for collecting the leafy green and the fragile segments were small, unused tools leftover from a first aid kit she once bought. A scalpel, tweezers, scissors, and a nail file. None of these items were made in mind for chopping and slicing up green. Scalpels supposedly dull easily and what the little knifeâs purpose would be there after might just be within a separate vegetable slashing kit all together. Still a sharp blade isnât something to take lightly. [Polish Supplies Rank E (1)]
The overgrown forests making up the region were prime for the picking however Sadayo headed toward more north than anything. With her was a book she was apparently borrowing from an established botanist who had an eye for fine details with the âimmaculateâ illustrations and notes. Descriptions of scents, colors, textures and almost anything a girl might wannaâ know about identifying the best ingredients for the plans brewing in her brain. A map was closed between the pages too. Sadayo wasnât as familiar with the land as sheâd like to be so it was a no brainer to go on âa long walkâ with a map. [Gathering: Basic Rank D (1/ - +2 basic botany kit)
She wasnât going alone and this wasnât going to be the long walk on the simple case and fact she didnât want to exhaust herself, flop over, and die. Alright, flopping over and dying is an exaggeration but better safe than sorry. Thatâs right reader, this is after that star-crossed meeting with the one and only Masato Umechika and extensive on-foot traveling might be a little dicey for a young woman in the family way. If she wasnât careful, Sadayo might start crushing her flowery specimens at the thought of how a parasite the size of a jelly bean wasnât going to stop her. For the moment, the task of foraging for flowers had her stooping over a little sprig of something fragrant with deceptively soft prickles. [Gathering: Basic Rank D (2/ - +2 basic botany kit)
The soft prickly plant was probably nothing worthwhile to constructing toxins on her guess. After thumbing through the botany book long enough Sadayo passed over many descriptions until something delicate and colored extensively with pointillism in bright green ink. Her fingers were idly, gingerly explore the soft stem of a single sprig of the herb as during her reading. Then her requested help turned up. âSadayo! I found the Moko-moko flower. Itâs fluffier than a freaking dandelion.â The âmoko-mokoâ flower was terribly useful for specific âpoisonsâ with a prime function of making one itch. [Gathering: Basic Rank D (3/ - +2 basic botany kit)
Sadayoâs help was Kichiri, as he was known, a budding subordinate left over from the old Leaf who was happily at work without any mask to hide his face. Kichiriâs knowledge of plants was as limited to books as Sadayoâs might have been (she wouldnât confirm anything else) and he had his own collection of salvaged books at his disposal . âItâs probably an unsightly thing to watch someone scratch themselves raw. I can see the value in âan endless itchâ when a sufficient distraction is necessary.â [Gathering: Basic Rank D (4/ - +2 basic botany kit)
The soft prickly herb was collected as Kichiri announced his findings, wrapped into a soft tissue from her regular bag, and stowed into a separate herb-friendly bag entirely. The Moko-moko flower, as Sadayo turned to stare at its fluffy form, was special and needed extraordinary care. She retrieved a glass vial from her regular supply bad and capped its fluffy upright form in Kichiriâs fingers. From there, the careful removal and finally capping of the vial marks a successfully addition of the Moko-moko flower to her collection. âDonât touch your eyesâ[Gathering: Basic Rank D (5/ - +2 basic botany kit).
âReally,âshe drones on. The vial was closed up in her palm for the moment. âYouâll be in tears before you can say âI really wish I hadnât done thatâ.â With her advice, Kichiri began to dust his fingers off on his clothes- his shoes even- doing well to avoid the slightest thought of panic. He found himself asking about what it was Sadayo was collecting. âDill. Just a wild dill. I highly doubt its potency for being toxic toward anything but it I like the smell. Dill might be worthwhile for masking something.ââI didnât realize dill grew wild out here.â Kichiriâs question came upon taking a paper from his coat. A checklist. Nothing about dill. âMust be invasive. But theyâre a friend to anyone looking to grow cucumbers with their crown of flowers and the insects they would rope in.â Sadayo spoke as she collects a second sprig [Gathering: Basic Rank D (6/ - +2 basic botany kit). Status: Claimed: [Link] tab
Now standing upright Sadayo was able to trade off the checklist for the vial from her help who set the rare flower in a slotted bag. Meanwhile, her second sprig of dill away was pocketed as she read. âI didnât know you were a gardener.â Her sights follow along a fairly blank checklist of each item she wanted as she shrugs with a bland reply nearly as devoid as her botanical findings. âIâm not. I suppose Iâll have the time to now. We should harvest seeds while we're at it.â [Gathering: Advance 1-2]
Finding first hand how deep Sadayoâs apparent interest in flora was pried Kichiriâs interest wide open. He shrugs, shaking his head as a breathy laugh escapes his nostrils, âthen I gotta assume youâre already guessing the next thing on my mind.â The young man deposited the stocked vial with delicate greens in a bag at hip. One plant traded for a screw-cap bottle of water. The chance with moko-moko fibers being on his fingers wasnât being taken lightly and his simple sip of water was ultimately turned into a spit-sprayed onto his fingers. Sadayo, on her knees now with her fingers burrowing into the dirt. She was just wavering from her work to stare at Kichiriâs hand washing method over her shoulder with a dreary stare. She was without showing disgust or trace of being impressed with his idea. âThatâs one way to get rid of moko-moko.â[Gathering: Advance 2-2] [ Rank C (1/ +2 Advanced Botany kit)
Kichiri was one to make himself seem far more lively than Sadayo would while on the job. For a moment, she thought of herself like the cold, coarse soil after she droned yet another line. But good soil, like the such her fingers tore through, was rich with unseen nutrients which kept this plant alive. The trained eye could probably chance to identify the components of the soil but not without study. Kichiri was alive like a flower in bloom with its colors on full display to bask in the sun. But like the woman carefully ripping roots, Kichiri was an operative deep in the shadowy world who wore many names like the one he had now. {Gathering: Advance 1-2}
Perhaps then, the young man was more like a soft and elusive flower that would flourish in the night? Dually, he could be a flower by many names. What did that make Sadayo? Was the woman akin to good soil ready to support and nurture something or was she still the blooming cactus in her mind? A cactus can't be touched without caution and inside there's, by chance, a special element worthwhile. Something of good quality would have to grow and flourish in her proverbial soil, yes? Nonetheless, Sadayo wasnât going to deny the inquisitive âflowerâ some insight to the goodness scattered in the soil. Her secrets. Kichiri earned a secret. Sadayo held a delicate, wiry bunch of roots of a dill plant which she then snipped from its stalk. {Gathering: Advance 2-2} [ Rank C (2/ +2 Advanced Botany kit)
A larger vial came into play. How many vials were Sadayo and Kichiri carrying? This vessel was prepped with a slightly damp paper towel to keep freshly plucked roots on the fresh and on the âstill livingâ end of the spectrum of life. Some roots and seeds could travel dry but dill was in season for growth. Special plans were waiting for this darling bunch of dill roots. âI never thought myself to be a gardener. In fact, I donât have a garden. I only have some potted plants in my home. But with my parents back in my life, I would hope that we can make the time to start a garden.â{Gathering: Advance 1-2}
On the matter of Technology.... Part 1 tab This moment in time was slightly different from Sadayoâs recent experiences. She hadnât been able to convince her father to pick up his tools and meddle with puppet nonsense since the Hidden Sand was still in good shape. Goro was a stoic man who put his ninja days behind him and mostly placed his attention on the aesthetic beauty of the craft in lieu of the destructive âbeautyâ of his craft. Sadayo was his assistant today. Although his daughter was perfectly capable of figuring out most of these things herself this was a good opportunity for her to learn from practiced hands. Sadayo was busy organizing small bits of metal bolts and washers into the appropriate container. [1-2] Prep. Rank E
Clank. Clonk. Clink clink clink! Tiny pieces of the trade are deposited into their respective small drawer for storage and safekeeping. Goro was formerly a clock repairman by trade. He had lost his familyâs theater after the fall of Suna and retreated to an alternative trade he was fairly very good at and insisted Sadayo learn from. His work ranged from basic âclockworkâ and he dabbled in electric wiring when he had the supplies. He brought a blueprint that displayed a fairly simple device that he wanted to demonstrate its build. Sadayo was at the point where she was brushing away dust with a hand broom. She looked tired. [2-2] Prep. Rank E (1)
Goroâs tool were Sadayoâs tools too when he wasnât using them. She would have to devote some time in memorizing where what was kept. The father and daughter duo were equally particular about where their screwdrivers or pliers were kept. As he set the blueprint on the work desk, Sadayo was forced to finish up with her tidying regimine. She set the brush aside and went to sit at the side of the table with her arms propped up under her head. Too bad Seina wasnât good at this stuff. Her father then began to review what tool theyâd need, where they were typically found, and watched Sadayo fish each item out. [1-2] Prep. Rank E (D)
Pliers of varied design, a jewelerâs hammer (for some reason), the smaller set of screwdrivers, and an assortment of other tools Sadayo was frankly too tired to generally care for were all set out for use. Goro began with the basics and essentially started to build a clock from the ground up. The addition of hand saws to carefully separate hands from a thin sheet of metal, yeah, Sadayo knew all about the delicate hand saw. Sheâd have to eventually cut out metal plates for backings to goodness knows what that would need soldering together. Before long Sadayo prepared a plate for cut. Thin saw blades, perfect for cutting away metal, were a tool that defined a workerâs patience and skill. Meanwhile, a fragile strip of jagged metal wasnât anything her Father had trouble with (being the skilled SOB he was). [2-2] Prep. Rank E (D)(2)
At this point, Goro had passed the clock hands to Sadayo to finish under his guidance. Why am I building a clock and not a weapon launcher. He had her diligently over a table vise grip to manually refine the metal with a filer with the promise that heâd finish the process later. Wax on? Wax off? Okay, so, Goro really wasnât building the clock from âscratchâ because he had many of the metal tube fixtures, strange pipes, and even the wheel gear to start with. All of the necessary wheel gears all ready, actually. In truth, Sadayo felt like some of her simpler mechanisms operated much like clockwork with wheels, poles, springs, and perfectly fitted fixtures that could be duplicated in a shop setting (a makeshift workshop, in this case). [1-3] Assistance Rank D
This whole endeavor was just to show her how to shape clock hands and how all the existing pieces should go together. SO yeah, Goro stole the show of building. At least he had let Sadayo physically assemble everything under his inspection. What a good dad, yeah? He wanted her to know the assembly before having her dive deeper into creating each individual piece her blueprints called for. [2-3] Assistance Rank D
The remainder of the process is beyond the expertise and knowledge of the otherworldly forces enlightening you of this story but Sadayo put together something sheâd seen done at least three dozen times with only a couple errors to boot. Goro didnât have work to worry about this moment and was more than happy to at least say he had a moment to teach Sadayo something worthwhile that she could certainly expand upon. He threw in an additional design into the clock that Sadayo didnât expect. A spring launcher that had the capacity to fire marbles at low rate. [3-3] Assistance Rank D - Collect 250 Ryo ( 2 - D, 1 - E) (3)
The marbles could come out at different times of the day and was probably a way to keep poor Kyomei on her toes around whenever she figures to start sweeping. Poor Kyomei. âAlright, cool. How about an electrical one?â Sadayo asked. Her face was being squashed by her hand resting against it. The extent of this lesson was becoming one worth her time. Maybe an electrical marble-firing digital clock device that can be instead fired at, say, mice? Not that they have mice in the workshop [1-3] Assistance Rank D
Goroâs demonstration was the art of recycling electronics and salvaging functioning pieces to build something new. The ânewâ item in this case wasnât a suggested electrical marble-firing device but something that sounded like a tricked out toaster oven combined with a lamp feature. Some bits from a lamp were popped out of place, specifically the bits that hold a light bulb in place and juice it with power. Whatever the exact plan for this collection of materials is frankly beyond Sadayoâs imagination. Her creativity began to look like it was needing fortification to get to Goroâs bizarre level. [2-3] Assistance Rank D
Where did all this junk come from now? Goro is essentially a hoarder. Not a filthy âkeep everythingâ and create a freaking house crashing mess type of hoarder, thankfully (his wife would trash everything first). Sadayo is familiar with her fatherâs need to be well organized. He at least trashes things that need to be trashed and forwards melt-able metal bits off to smithy's as scrap. Take the workshop, for instance, it was a shed he built in his time on the Whirlpool Islands out of whatever bit he found a real function for. Eventually, Goro decided one day that he wanted to carve an elaborate sigil on the roof of his shed. [3-3 Assistance Rank D] (4)
Goro is a man who shamelessly abuses the power of fuuin storage. The whole shed houses all of his prized thingamabobs that tools and was conveniently able to be carried off with him during the escape from the volcanic catastrophe. His meticulous design in elaborate fuuin reflects in his attention to building. Sadayo was actually tasked with setting up the shed before this whole gritty lamp-toaster build metal mess started. All she had to do, really, was open the right scroll and making sure enough space was available. Easy. [1-3] Assistance Rank D
Back to the action. Goro held out his open palm to Sadayo and waved with a dry request for a change of tools âflat head.â Sadayo looked up and reached behind the toaster into a tray at the back of the table and collected one, large flat head screwdriver. âThe smaller one.â One large flat head screwdriver was dropped. Tinkling against the other tools. One smaller flat head screwdriver was collected instead and traded off to Goro with a look, asking, when is it my turn? Goroâs work was delicate from detaching fixtures from other bits to dismantling the electric heating system from the coils of the toaster. [2-3] Assistance Rank D
Everything he took apart had a place to rest on the table around his work and Sadayo watched the metal bits pile up. A metal-whoozit was reattached to a second metal whoozit and a whole other springy thing came into play from out of nowhere, it seemed. If the man wanted a half toaster-half-lamp-half joke marble launcher, by glob, he was going to have it and deal whatever heat to come from the Mrses. His determination might have rubbed off on Sadayo. She was beginning to notice the similar devotions she would put into her work through his. [3-3] Assistance Rank D (5)
Halfway through the âbuildingâ Goro stopped. He organized the salvaged bits he spent the time taking apart and pulled on a thin drawer in front of the desk. He wordlessly took out a great big sheet of grid paper, picked a few pencils out and neatly set them among the tools. The learning process for Sadayo sort of came to a bit of a stop right there. âWait,â Sadayo spoke up. Something wasnât feeling right. âWerenât you supposed to do this about twenty steps ago?â She asks, taking up one of the metal toaster bits in her hands before putting it back down. [1-3] Assistance Rank D
Goroâs reply was a whole lot of nothing, at first. He held his mouth shut. Not even a slight curl in his mouth or twitch of his brow to suggest that Sadayo was RIGHT. The young woman began rearranging the toaster bits in a way that looked like a schematic with all the parts ready to come together. âYou forgot this step. You forgot this step, didnât you?â Goro tried to hide his nod as being nothing more than a tilt of the head. He had a smart daughter and he was an ambitious, antsy old man who just wanted to break things apart. [2-3] Assistance Rank D
âDAD! Draw first!â Sadayo rolled her neck back as a beaten sigh escaped the old tinker. Goro picked up a drafting pencil and encouraged his girl to do the same. Back to business, Goro went on to explain each piece he etched on paper and why and where they would go. Some of this was feeling like a refresher course. Between scrawling notes Sadayo was shooed from the desk to fetch âthisâ or âthatâ either bolts or new pieces entirely. Thin cog pieces, wire, springs and sprockets and even fancy pliers. [3-3] Assistance Rank D (6)
The most of Goroâs intricate instructions were simple and could be laced back to whatever extensive lessons he and his wife gave Sadayo about polishing and tuning up mechanisms: Make sure thatâs tight. Make sure this piece is functioning so the next piece plays out. Keep your rotating bits oiled properly. Figuring out how to build something was the gateway to endless possibilities. The knowledge from learning to build even the weirdest of toasters to launch bread across the room all the way to wacky motion sensitive security systems all felt strangely familiar in some way or another to Sadayo. [1-3] Assistance Rank D
But this toaster-lamp was giving Sadayo ideas. She had her mind in other spaces while she held on a ruler on the would-be draft blueprint as Goro made a line. Gas masks? She thought, her interest in poisons alone didnât make her immune. Perhaps and artistic mask and Goro, even, could help her with the specifics. How about a security thingy? Thingy. Probably with an infrared beam that someone has to pass through to spring it? But whatâs needed for infrared technology? Maybe a receptive doo-dad to energies could trigger instead? [2-3] Assistance Rank D
In time, Goro had Sadayo focused on the toaster-lamp and the two of them were mumbling back and forth about how to separate the heat coils from burning up the wiring of the lamp. They decided it wasnât going to cook bread, in the end, and just be a funky reflective heat lamp. Her hopes of making fancy gas masks and miniature defensive response thingamajigs were set on the back burner. If the toaster-HEAT-lamp was going to be functional it would have to be safe. No Soga sought to upset somebody with a faulty device. Bad creations were bad for business as bad business was bad for their name. [3-3] Assistance Rank D (7)
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Carbonized fabric, the likes of which used for welding aprons was safe for humans and the wonder came to mind if it would work for lamps? No? Heat resistant silicone? Okay. âBut do we have that?â Sadayo asked with every little ounce of doubt she could bring about. Glassfibre yarn? Incorporate the fancy yarn to protect wiring? Did physics in hand with these man-made materials even work that way?! Goro wasnât quick to confirm or reject her ideas but pat Sadayo on the head all the same for her thoughts. [1-3] Assistance Rank D
