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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 1:55 am
The Hiryuu Home is an older, traditional household, complete with sliding paper doors and two courtyards. One for private training, the other for a zen garden. Nearby is the Hiryuu Dojo, where Regan's mother trains the people who would seek martial arts training under her. The house itself is inside a fenced perimeter, with a koi pond in the front yard and an intercom installed at the gate.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 2:02 am
Regan Hiryuu Martial Artist
Regan pushes her way through the gate, using her house key to get through without having to call through the intercom. The young woman enters her home, takes off her shoes, and proceeds straight to her room. She throws the sword into a wooden support of the house as she proceeds, figuring her mother could care for the blade when she returns. The young woman no longer deserves it, herself. She lays on her floor and stares at the ceiling, contemplating what she should do with herself now...
Today has been a horrible day.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 4:23 pm
 Clyde Johnson What a shitty week first his parents finally kicked him out of house, and then he couldn't really afford his initial rent payment and got declined an apartment. What kind of world was this anyway? Why his parents move here anyway, everything seemed seemed way easier in the states. Well if he was going to do something it might as be drastic and maybe if he was lucky he'd profit. Reaching to the door he grabbed the handle lightly pushing it down to see if the door was locked, he had already managed to get past the gate without much worry. It seemed who ever entered their house last time was in a bit huff. Not that it mattered to him, made his job that much easier. Pushing the door open he peeked inside, it looked clear enough, but it was pretty empty looking. But there was a random blade there, that could be worth something, maybe he could pawn if off to feed himself or something like that. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he could be. But gah.. this sword was hard to get.. out! Who decided it was a good idea to put a sword into a wooden sword., just a little more and maybe he'd get it out.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 5:02 pm
Regan HiryuuMartial Artist
The front door opened... it was faint, but Regan could hear it. Her senses honed during her training and all that. It was strange... her mother or father would never be so quiet about it. And whoever was entering didn't announce they were home... Furthermore, it wasn't time for either of them to come home. So... it had to be someone else. Someone who shouldn't be here... Mnn. That means she has to get up. The girl sighs and pushes herself to her feet. She's home alone, so it falls to her to be rid of this intruder.
She moves through her home, quietly, silently, checking around corners before she spots the intruder. "Stop right there!" She barks at him, approaching from the hallway. It would be hard for her to approach and not have this guy notice her, so she'll just approach from the front. "Leave the sword, turn around, and go."
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 5:33 pm
Clyde Johnson God damnit this is exactly what he didn't want to happen. "Do I look like I'm going to just leave" He yelled out as he gave the sword another tug to no luck of getting it out. "C'mon lady, I'm down on my luck here." he said as she came into sight. She didn't look to bad, oh wait, this wasn't the time to be thinking about that. Bad Time Bad TIming! Alright so, he could risk his a** here and potential leave being about to eat, or he could for sure not eat. Well the rational choice obviously was... Totally to try to get food or money for food, well he stood up straight cracking his knuckles and neck. Well its not like her could just run, that totally wasn't his style. "Come at me sis or bro or... WHATEVER!" Not really a wise choice he had little to know fighting experience, but hunger made him stronger! Yeah the power of hunger, that's how it works right?
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 6:05 pm
Regan HiryuuMartial Artist
"Uh huh." Regan frowns as he faces the young man. Obviously, his choice was not to run, but to fight. "As you wish." The young woman rushes him. She could tell from his stance that he had little to no training. Should be easy to take out. She walks toward the young man, waiting for him to make the first strike for her to block or dodge. If he doesn't, she'd punch straight for his diaphragm. It'd wind him enough for her to be able to kick him out with general ease.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 6:24 pm
Clyde Johnson Gah Critical... Hit... She.. was fast. He wasn't expecting her to rush him so quickly. He felt her fist make solid contact with his gut as he let out a hard cough falling to his knees. Maybe he should have listened to his parents and take up a martial arts instead of just pretending he knew what he was doing he would stood a chance perhaps. No this... was well obvious that it was going to happen perhaps he should have taken the leaving advice. No he was empty stomached and empty... lunged. "Mercy or something..." he mumbled holding his gut coughing some more. Taken down it one hit! Man what kind of guy was he a girl got him so fast. Why didn't he step out of the way or something that would have been... smart.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 6:40 pm
Regan HiryuuMartial Artist
"It isn't wise to invade the home of a martial arts grandmaster. I'm her daughter." Regan stands over the fallen boy before she picks him up over her shoulder. "If you want money, my mother can use help keeping the dojo clean down the street. Thievery is a path to ruin, but through honesty and virtue can you redeem yourself and find your way to happiness." It sounded like something her mother would tell her, to be honest. Before she steps out the door, though, she turns to look at the sword still embedded in the support pillar. "Ah... I should have a new sheath made." She grabs the hilt and braces for a moment, Clyde still held on her shoulder. "Tah!" She pulls the sword out of the pillar with one smooth motion before laying it on top of a display. She'd pick it up and wrap it in a cloth later, for her to carry to the blacksmith... In the mean time, she carries the guy to the gate, putting him on his feet outside of him and directing him down the street. "That way. Tell the master of the dojo that Regan sent you, and you're looking for work."
The young woman watches as the man runs off. Good... She sighs to herself, looking up at the overcast sky before turning to go back inside. She should take care of the sword... She takes apart the sword carefully, before reassembling it with the shirasaya, or 'resting mount'. It's a wooden hilt and scabbard not meant for combat, but storage instead. "I'll need a new koshirae..." She closes the resting mount and wraps it in cloth before leaving her home. Now... where is that weapon smith...?
Quote: Regan leaves to go find the weapon smith.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:34 pm
Regan HiryuuMartial Artist
Regan had been home for a little while now, and had settled herself in to the courtyard with her new furnished blade to meditate and reflect upon the day's events. Such a chaotic day, today... she met some interesting people, and underwent great personal turmoil, but... she feels as though she's come out stronger in the end. But... not strong enough. She must continue to train and grow stronger. She manages to clear her mind as midnight strikes, and soon enough, she feels a chill go down her spin. As though someone was watching her for a moment. She opens her eyes and gathers her surroundings... she feels something sinister in the air. "... Must have been my imagin-... a... tion..."
It was then her eyes caught the sky. What a sickly color it is! She grabs the sword she had carefully placed on the ground in front of her, rising to her feet as she gazes at the sky. "That's not... normal. I wonder what Mother has to say about this." She dashes off into the house, opening the door to her parent's room after knocking and receiving no response. "Mother? Fath-... er...?" A coffin...? Over her father's bed! And her mother is nowhere to be found... is she still at the dojo? No, she was certain that her mother was home, just that evening. So... what the hell is going on? She steps back before rushing out of the house. This is too weird...Quote: Regan rushes out in search of... any indication of what the hell.
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