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 Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 9:01 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 9:02 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 4:48 pm
Late Night Chats
Bushi laid on the ground, arms crossed behind his head, looking up at the glittering stars that were overhead. Aatos was standing nearby to him, eyes closed, while Profit was dancing around him at the moment, chirping up a storm. He turned to glance her way, giving a soft laugh, "You really are adorable, aren't you, Profit. I should see about finding a musician to teach you to sing songs for the entertainment of our customers. I bet that they would enjoy it. I know that I would as well." Some music to fill the quiet nights when the only sound there was to be had was that the nearby fire.
Profit turned to look at her big friend as he spoke to her, giving a chirping sound, before she set to hopping around once more. If she knew what Bushi was talking about it was impossible for the man to tell but that didn't stop him from smiling, finding her to be far too cute for her own good. Just having her dancing around was enough to cause him to smile. Reaching out a hand he gave her a scratch on the head, "You're go ahead, burn off all that extra energy of yours, Profit, and you will definitely sleep well tonight." Sitting up slowly he looked around the area, then sighed a touch. It was quiet here in Tale, wasn't it? Back home in Oba, at least in Sulburri where he did a lot of his 'business' it was quite bustling, voices heard round the clock in some areas, always something to do or someone to talk to. It was odd how lonely Tale felt at the moment. He'd be happy once he reached his destination, that being a town in Sauti.
Giving a bit of a sigh he let his eyes close, "I am a wealthy man you two should know, and I wouldn't say that I am that bad looking either." Sure he was a bit pudgy but that meant that he was well off enough that he could afford to carry some extra weigh around his middle, "I bet when I get home I could find myself a wife in fact." To have a wife waiting at home, it was something that he thought of from time to time, not often, but what man didn't think on such things? The idea of having someone to come home to, someone that cooked nice meals for him, gave him children, gave him love. The idea was something that an orphan like Bushi thought about from time to time, trying to think up what the 'ideal wife' might be. Giving a humming sound he tried to picture her. He'd want her all curvy, of course, nice wide hips, and something impressive up top, full lips, big eyes, dark, flowing hair, yeah, all that sounded quite nice! A dream girl, sure, and maybe not the sort that wanted to be the wife of someone like Bushi who was in league with bandits, but one never knew. Maybe she'd be a beautiful bandit woman herself?
Giving a soft laugh the big man sat up, tossing more wood onto the fire, "Maybe I aught to see about getting myself hitched when we return home to Awat? That or I could always pick up a cutie in Sulburri. There are always a lot of attractive women to be had there." He said, tapping a finger against his lips. A nice thought, but if nothing else, even if he didn't get himself hitch, maybe he should at least visit the dance hall that seemed to be quite popular? Nothing like a place like that to revive a man with enjoyable company even if they weren't likely to be wife material.
Profit continued to bounce around, chirping up a storm, something that made him given a bit of a laugh, "Alright, alright, I guess you don't really care about your master's plans for marriage, huh? I doubt that it's something I should worry about too much though, not as though we are going back to Oba soon. We have to journey to Sauti and do our trading there first, then into Zena, and back again." It would still be a couple months until he was back home in Oba in the area around Sulburri and Amat he thought to himself, giving a little sigh. It was strange, this feeling of home sickness. Not something that he'd had to deal with before his journey forth into Tale and beyond. He thought that at his age he'd be ready to go forth into the world. He supposed that even grown men had the occasional lonely moment while they were traveling, especially when they were as far away from home for the first time as he was now. Even if he'd traveled all over Oba in his time he was never that far from home, not as he was at the moment. Not to mention that the Northern Lands weren't his homeland, which was likely what gave them that lonely feeling. How lucky he was that he had Aatos and Profit to keep him company on the road and give him someone to talk with.
He'd go back in time, he just had to finish up with his trade mission was all, something that involved visits to only two more tribes, those of Wind and Ice. How he looked forward to getting home, not just because he missed it but because everything he was gathering while in the Northern Lands was going to go over well with the customers that he had back in Sulburri. He could just see it now, the women of court wearing the beautiful things that he was going to bring back with him. They would preen and coo over the decorations, go on about how rare and beautiful they were, how their rivals could never get such things for themselves, and various other things like that. It was just how the women of court were, not to mention that it was what he loved about them. It was easy to read such woman, which made them easy to deal with, in more ways then one.
"Come on Profit, time to settle down." He said, picking up the little kinfa whose dancing was starting to slow, showing that she was getting tired. He set her down on his chest, patting her on the head, "Let's get some rest so that we can start out early in the morning." Aatos was already sleeping so that meant that it was just the two of them needed to go to sleep next. Letting his eyes close he gave a smile, petting Profit on the head, hoping to soothe her into sleep even as Bushi himself started to doze.
(( Word Count: 1128 ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 2:14 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 10:30 am
Growth Solo: Mistaken Identity
(( A case of prejudice and mistaken identity causes Bushi to get in over his head with some villagers that think him a slaver. Bushi is berated, pelted with rocks, and otherwise treated like a villain. It's an assault that he allows since he knows that not everyone cares for Obans or have forgiven them for the war. It's only when Aatos and Profit get in between him and the attack that he has to act. Bushi isn't one for acting as though he cares about things but when it comes to the two beasts he does... and he's willing to draw his weapons to protect them.The results of the run in have Bushi and his traveling buddies on the move again, away from the village and away from those who might hurt the pair. ))
It wasn't that Bushi had never had any issues with various people on his journey since leaving Oba, it was just that the issues he'd had weren't really worth too much thought. There had been those kids near Yera that had tossed paint balls at Aatos but that was about all that was worth noting... at least until now. Now that he was here, in Sauti, setting up shop outside of one of the villages, he found himself oddly uncomfortable. He was being watched, with people whispering behind their hands, and pointing. He wasn't all that surprised, at first that was, chalking it up to the fact that he was an Oban. Maybe there weren't a lot of them visiting Sauti yet? If they still weren't used to having Oban visitors then it would make sense that people were reacting in such a manner. That was what he figured, at least until he realized that he wasn't getting a lot of after he set up shop. He'd done so well up until this particular village and now that he was here... well, he was getting more in the way of stares then he was business.
It was two days, and very little in the way of interactions with the villagers that he was attempting to make friends with that he finally figured out what was going on. Bushi was digging through his packs when a rock came flying toward him, smacking him in the shoulder. It jerked him out of his thoughts as well as left a bruise behind on his dark skin. Turning toward the one that had done it he found a handful of members of the villagers standing there, rocks in hand... and soon enough he was being pelted with them. The rocks struck him all over before he started to dodge best that he could, a look of surprise and confusion on his face, "What... what in the world are you doing?!" He demanded, wincing as one of the rocks clipped his cheek, causing blood to start to flow from the wound.
"We know you're the one behind what has been going on, Oban, and we won't have it!" One of them called out before more rocks came his way, forcing him back a few steps, dodging in hopes of getting out of the way of the flying rocks. Each rock that came at him forced him to retreat further, finding himself forced to do his best to avoid a battle that he didn't want. He didn't even know why the villagers were after him. Well, he supposed that it made sense in a way, that they might not like him. There were still those that didn't' forgive the Obans after the war and he couldn't blame them, they hadn't exactly been the most upstanding tribe after all. There was a lot that his people had done that could have easily turned the world against them, unprovoked attacks being at the top of that list.
Holding up his hands in a manner he hoped would show he wasn't in a fighting mood the big man said, "I am not here to start any trouble, I am just looking to trade." Surely if he let them know that he wasn't looking for a fight they would stop, right? A thought that was proven quite wrong as another wave of rocks came his way, crashing into and around him, leaving him with more scratches and bruises.
"We are well aware that you're here looking to trade, slaver! And we demand that you give back those that you've stolen away!" One of the men spat out at Bushi before going for the weapon at his side, pointing the blade at the Oban that stood there before him.
"Eh? Slaver?" Bushi found himself starring for a moment before he glanced over at Aatos, then back again, "Everything that I have for trade is packed up on the back of my bushi over there. I can assure you that none of those you say I have stolen away are tuck into any of his bags. So how about we just calm down and talk things out! I've not taken any of your people nor do I have any desire to do..." A rock cracking against his thigh silenced him, making him wince, one hand lowering to rub against the wound, "That was... a bit too close for comfort..."
One of those among the group, a woman, stepped forward, "We know your working with that awful group from Zena! We know that you've come to help them, you're tribe is well known for selling people like their nothing but things!" She cried out, throwing the rocks she held at him, though most of them fell short or didn't hit all that hard, "Give her back to me! Give me back my sister, you monster!"
Bushi took a couple more steps back away from the screaming woman, his pink eyes going quite wide, "I didn't take anyone! I am not working with anyone either! I am here to trade in regular trade good, jewelry, skins, things like that! I'm no slaver, I'm a merchant! A merchant!" He called out, finding it a bit on the frustrating side that not a single one of them would believe him. That they actually thought he traded in people? Sure, it was something that Obans had done in the past but life, at least that of other Earthlings and Alkidike, that was something that he'd never traded in before. He was never interested in such things, finding such dealings to be below him. He wasn't innocent, not in the least bit, he'd dealt with a lot of bandits in the past and sold off stolen goods, but there were just some things that he didn't deal in.
There were some murmurings from the crowd, as though one or two might be questioning if what he might be saying was true or not. The majority was still against him though, a lot of them actually starting to gathering up more rocks. It was something that had Bushi retreating a few more steps, "Come on! Don't you think that this is going a little too far? I have done nothing to your group nor will I! If you are so against trading with me then I will go!" He wasn't going to do any business here, hell he was going to get himself killed if he stayed, so instead of trying to talk them into any sort of trade deals he was going to have to start talking them into just letting him leave.
"You want to leave? Ha! As if we would let you go scurrying away like some rodent back to your slaver friends, Oban." One of the others in the crowd said, words that were followed by yet another wave of rocks. A few of them hit Bushi here and there, the worst of them one that hit him in the forehead. The cut left behind started to bleed heavily, as head wounds were apt at, his own blood blinding him, "We will catch you, drag you to town, and the guards can get the truth out of you!"
Get the truth out of him? His mind flashed for a moment to some guards he'd had a run in with back home, those who were only too happy to get rough with him to get information. That was back when he was young, back before he had a lot in the way of contacts or friends, and just starting out he'd been on his own. He had been given quite the beating and it wasn't something that he was looking forward to dealing with again. Especially against people that wouldn't listen to a word that he said, instead all of them seeming as though they were only too happy to blame him for their misfortunes before stoning him to death. The crowd was out for blood and even if one of them was claiming they would 'get the truth out of him' he was starting to doubt that he'd actually make it to any town. He'd likely die a scapegoat at best.
More angry words were hurled his way along with rocks... but this time they didn't hit him, instead bouncing off of Aatos who had come to step between Bushi and the angry crowd that had gathered. Giving a shake of his head he took a couple steps forward, resting his hands on the bushi's shell, "Move you idiot before you get hurt! I didn't pay good money for you so that you could be pelted with rocks as well as paint!" The paint had been bad enough, having left the poor bushi in a terrible mood as well as rainbow colored, but to get hit with rocks? It wasn't worth it! He'd saved the stupid beast from being turned into someone's meal and now he was just going to let himself get hit with rocks?
"Damn it, Aatos! Move before you get yourself injured and are of no use to me!" He said, pushing against the large turtle, not wanting to sound as though he actually cared about the beast one way or the other. He wasn't one for showing his emotions so easily, nor was he one to get attached. He always found it easier to stay aloof and treat Aatos as a pack animal and Profit as a way to make money due to her pretty feathers. Still, in this moment, he found his anger rising... as well as his fears for them. Just as he thought that things couldn't get worse it only escalated, with the sudden sound of Profit squawking up a storm from under Aatos, onto to a rock hit the ground in front of her.
Giving a gasping sound Bushi took a couple steps forward, hands going to his sides to grab for some of his knives, "Enough! If you keep picking on them you're going to ruin my mood more then you already have! I'm about done with the lot of you!" The knives gleamed in the sun, catching the attention of all of those before him, and it only seemed to cause tensions to raise that much more.
It was only as some guards came rushing by, not even bothering to step in, that people seemed to turn their attention away from Bushi. One of the soldiers had said something about 'spotting a member of the gang' and that 'they thought they saw one of the missing women'. The fact that they didn't even give Bushi a second glance was enough to make the other villagers start to wonder if what he'd said was the truth. The guards showed no interest Bushi, only the information that the gang had been spotted so maybe he was part of them? There were no apologies given though, instead some of the people among the group moved to chase after the guards, as though looking to help. Others started to disperse, a few giving Bushi looks that were some where between distaste to a bit of pity, but none approached. Instead they moved away from him.
Giving a sighing sound Bushi plopped down on the ground, lifting a hand to rub it against his forehead, "Well now... that was anticlimactic... wasn't it?" He muttered to his two beasts, giving a shiver as the various wounds he'd been given really started to hurt. He'd really thought that they were going to kill him there for a moment, they were probably eager to do just that... but they hadn't. Instead they seemed to grow... bored with him almost instantly when they realized that he wasn't the one they were after. They were far too eager to just walk away, leaving him bleeding from the many wounds they'd given him, so that they wouldn't have to apologize. He might be innocent of working with the gang but he was still Oban, they still looked down on him, and it made Bushi want to rage... but instead he moved to drag himself to his feet, "I need bandages, Aatos... and then I think we will get moving. I can't say I want to stick around any longer... this isn't a friendly group."
With that he moved to dig out some bandages, as well as some herbal salves, and clothes, wanting to clean up and get out of the area before they decided to come after him again for kicks.
(( Word Count: 2073 ))
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 12:24 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 12:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 4:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 5:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 5:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 10:48 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2016 1:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 2:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 7:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 7:44 pm
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