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 Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 10:06 pm
"I am sorry that I left you in here alone to do the dishes. Do not worry about how fast or slow you work, it is the quality of the work that matters. Thank you again for helping with them."
*She smiles as she looks around the kitchen. Seeing that everything seems to be clean and there is nothing else to do she turns her attention back to you.*
"Now we can do whatever you would like. I have no more responsibilities until another customer shows up, or one of the current ones has a need."
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 3:43 am
Ksi notices the man in the yukata enter the Inn, and smiles, for he was happy to see some of his own culture in this place. Even in present day Nippon, you didn’t see people in kimonos or yukatas very often. Besides, the man carried a friendly aura, so this was a good thing. He then looks back over to see his pupil hard at work, one would assume, and he smiles at her as well, before taking another sip of his tea and then returning to his writing.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 4:51 am
*He waves his hand dismissingly*
Don't worry, it was no problem at all, I am not used to such kind people so my natural instincts to repay kindness stepped in. When you have the power you and I have, we appreciate feelings of kindness because of their effect on us.
*He dried his hands and then went back out to the bar and looked around at the tavern. There weren't many people here but there was lots of areas that intrigued him. Most of all, his eyes fell on the stage.*
*He looked up at the stage and then back to Nikki*
Say, Nikki, what is that stage here for?
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:04 pm
*She follows Joey back to the main room, following his gaze to the stage, she smiles. She has a few good memories made up on the stage.*
"It's mostly used for storing the instruments now. No one has been up here to sing or play in a while, as far as I know."
*She walks over to and up the stairs leading to the stage. Walking past the piano in the middle of it, she trails her index finger along the edge, leaving a line in the dust. She turns back to you and chuckles, showing you the dust on her finger.*
"I should clean up here soon."
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 2:35 pm
*Synge nods and without saying anything she raises the axe up once again and continues to chop the remaining logs. It certainly wasn't easy work, but she didn't complain. As she mimics the correct way to chop the logs, her mind wanders a bit, but never too far. She notices the writing Ksi seems to be working on, and briefly wonders what he is up to. After she is close to being half done, she sets the axe down for a short moment, smiling towards Ksi to reassure him that she isn't taking a break or stopping, but actually just slipping a small black pair of gloves over her hands, she had noticed that it was getting a little cold. This only took a couple of seconds, and she immediately continued to chop the wood. Of course, she stole a glance at Ksi every now and then. Somehow, this gave her the confidence to continue, even if her arms were begging her to stop. The wood chopping went on, done with a determined look on her face.*
((Sorry it took me so long to post, holiday madness and such. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:31 pm
(It’s all good. I know how it is.)
After a while Ksi notices that she’s almost done, and he can’t help but feel so proud of her for not giving up.
“Good deal. Feel free to come have a seat, and a glass of tea when you’re done. After your tea we’ll discuss the next part of your regiment. You might like it a little more, perhaps.”
Ksi gives her a smile, and then takes a drink, and finally returns to the last bit of his notes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 11:43 pm
*Joey follows Nikki up on stage and looks around. For some reason, a stage felt like a place that he was comfortable. He could feel Nikki's nostalgia as she looked at the piano, he was sure that she once was a performer on here just as much as he had been somehow.*
*He looks behind the curtains and finds a guitar that appears unused and a bit lonely and brings it out to Nikki*
This may sound strange, but do you mind if I play this?
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 11:48 pm
*After he has been outside for some time, Aykon goes back to his office and changes to his business clothes and then enters the main tavern. He takes note of Bricker, Nikki, a sleeping Tiax and a few other folks. He smiles and sits down at the counter*
Good morning everyone!
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 6:55 am
*She sits down on the piano bench and lightly presses a few of the keys, letting the notes linger on thier own. She smiles, but her eyes show her sadness. When Joey picks up the guitar and speaks to her she nods to him.*
"Not at all. It may need to be tuned."
*Turning to Aykon she smiles at him as well.*
"Good morning Aykon. We have a new guest that you might show interest in."
*She chuckles softly knowing that he would be excited.*
((I am sick with a cold and somewhat out of it, sorry if I've been lacking with my posts.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 3:36 pm
The curtains ruffle in a window on the third floor of the building. Slowly, they open and a man clad in a blue yakata with long, white hair can be seen gazing at the sunrise. The man obsorbs the warmth of the area, taking in a long breath, letting it out in a cheerful sigh.
"Kireii..."
He walks out, locking the door behind him. Quietly, he makes his way downstairs as not to wake any of the other patrons. As his journey down the stairs ends he takes a good look around the tavern, still unable to believe that he is back. He walks over to a wider area and prepares for his morning exorcises.
He closes his eyes, sliding his right foot along the wooden surface, forming what looks to be a horse riding stance. Slowly, he tucks his right arm in, his fist resting at his belt. His left arm extends straight ahead of him, his hand balled up in a fist. He opens his eyes, moving his fist around in a hammer-fist strike. Stepping with the momentum of his strike he brings his right arm forward in a mid-punch. He then mirrors his actions on the other side. He brings both of his fists to his side.
He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He adjusts his footing slightly, concentrating on his technique. His stance now puts his right leg back, his left to his front. With incredible force he brings his fists from his belt and strikes towards nothing but air. The air around him seems to be forced from his area, a calm breeze flowing throughout the tavern.
His movements become slower, opening his hands. He brings his hands back towards himself, as if taking back his strike. His stance changes into a more relaxed pose, moving his arms slowly outward, then back in. His left arm flows downward and to the right, rising up and forming a hand sign a few inches from his face, his right fist now resting at his belt. He stands there, his feet together, standing straight in perfect posture.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:43 pm
nikki_is_me *She sits down on the piano bench and lightly presses a few of the keys, letting the notes linger on thier own. She smiles, but her eyes show her sadness. When Joey picks up the guitar and speaks to her she nods to him.* "Not at all. It may need to be tuned." *Turning to Aykon she smiles at him as well.* "Good morning Aykon. We have a new guest that you might show interest in." *She chuckles softly knowing that he would be excited.* ((I am sick with a cold and somewhat out of it, sorry if I've been lacking with my posts.)) Oh really Nikki, would that happen to be this man here? *He smiles and turns to the man on stage.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:50 pm
*Joey begins tuning the guitar, he could do it by ear even though he didn't know how he knew. It seemed like something he used to do a lot which confused him greatly.*
Oh, tuning is no problem. I can't tell you how to do it but I seem to know. Weird how that works isn't it?
*He had almost finished tuning when the blond haired man walked in to the room. He had not ever seen him before but he instantly felt this man deserved some respect. He carried himself in a way that showed a keen sense of situations and etiquette as well as authority.*
*Added to that, he didn't get any reading off of this person at all. He seemed to have nothing he was releasing except a bit of happiness. For the first time since he his new memories had started, he couldn't read someone's emotions. The person must have some skill with cloaking such things.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:58 pm
Senmoru Hasuki The curtains ruffle in a window on the third floor of the building. Slowly, they open and a man clad in a blue yakata with long, white hair can be seen gazing at the sunrise. The man obsorbs the warmth of the area, taking in a long breath, letting it out in a cheerful sigh."Kireii..."
He walks out, locking the door behind him. Quietly, he makes his way downstairs as not to wake any of the other patrons. As his journey down the stairs ends he takes a good look around the tavern, still unable to believe that he is back. He walks over to a wider area and prepares for his morning exorcises.He closes his eyes, sliding his right foot along the wooden surface, forming what looks to be a horse riding stance. Slowly, he tucks his right arm in, his fist resting at his belt. His left arm extends straight ahead of him, his hand balled up in a fist. He opens his eyes, moving his fist around in a hammer-fist strike. Stepping with the momentum of his strike he brings his right arm forward in a mid-punch. He then mirrors his actions on the other side. He brings both of his fists to his side.
He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He adjusts his footing slightly, concentrating on his technique. His stance now puts his right leg back, his left to his front. With incredible force he brings his fists from his belt and strikes towards nothing but air. The air around him seems to be forced from his area, a calm breeze flowing throughout the tavern.
His movements become slower, opening his hands. He brings his hands back towards himself, as if taking back his strike. His stance changes into a more relaxed pose, moving his arms slowly outward, then back in. His left arm flows downward and to the right, rising up and forming a hand sign a few inches from his face, his right fist now resting at his belt. He stands there, his feet together, standing straight in perfect posture.
((Just a quick note Sen, the morning has just started, the day only changes when enough people have posted. I will assume that your old post was from the night before this but please just make sure to interact a bit during this day and it will be over when it should be. )) *Aykon watches in silence as Sen performed his activities, he was always graceful and was so skilled at what he did, Aykon was impressed as he had always been.*Holy cow! Look what the tide brought in! Hi there Sen!
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 12:36 am
With a final heel kick he ends his workout in a hand gesture and bows. His ears perk up when he hears a familure voice. He turns towards Aykon and nods humbly.
"Oisashiburi, Aykon-sama. It is very good to see you again."
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 7:31 pm
Ksi After a while Ksi notices that she’s almost done, and he can’t help but feel so proud of her for not giving up. “Good deal. Feel free to come have a seat, and a glass of tea when you’re done. After your tea we’ll discuss the next part of your regiment. You might like it a little more, perhaps.”Ksi gives her a smile, and then takes a drink, and finally returns to the last bit of his notes.
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