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Post by Roka Ningyo on Apr 1, 2008 16:32:25 GMT -5
"Roger." He’d be sure to take the majority of any trouble she gave them to prevent any unscheduled deaths, then.
After some running and several more good leaps, he landed in the midst of the beautiful garden (complete with fountain and lotus-filled koi pond) at the front of the rich man’s house. He walked across the bridge over the pond and calmly knocked at their door.
A thin, older man with sharp gray eyes, who dressed in servant’s clothes, answered the door. “Yes?”
“We’re here to see the owner of this house. I’m the escort requested for his daughter and,” he pointed at Sayuri and Fea, “I brought a couple of trust-worthy friends to assist me, if necessary.”
“So I see.” The man answered stiffly, analyzing them all for a second longer. “One moment, please.” He closed the door and went to tell his master.
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Post by Fea of the Sound on Apr 1, 2008 17:39:00 GMT -5
Fea rolled her eyes at the ritch person's servant then walked to the place near by where she matched the leaves, the garden. It was so amazing and full of color. she analyzed the flowers and trees adn everythign else there. It was absolutely astonishing.
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Post by Sayuri, Deadly Phoenix on Apr 2, 2008 9:30:06 GMT -5
Eyeing the servant she looked away ut of distaste. Seems like they were so lazy, they couldn't answer the door themselves. ~It seems they don't even have common courtesy~ she thought, as she had straightened herself of before landing outside of the door. The flowers didn't really amuse her. They were probably due to the work of the gardener they would've hired anyway.
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Post by Roka Ningyo on Apr 4, 2008 16:52:36 GMT -5
'So much for a warm welcome.' Not that it could always be expected. Rich in valuable possessions didn't necessarily mean rich in good manners. Good taste, though? Some what.
The garden -was- nice and while the exotic flowers seemed like they'd produce far too many different smells, just like too many perfumes clashing and resulting in a headache, these seemed to have been picked to work well together, making a nice, calming scent.
"Master Yoshimi will see you now." Another servant came to announce. A younger woman, this time, with a warm smile.
'That's more like it.' Roka nodded to the others and entered the house, taking off his shoes respectfully, and walking through the rich-wooden hallways. They had tapistries, paintings, statues, a golden mirror here and there, a couple decorative weapons and fans, and the like.
It was a lot to look at, but he didn't take the time to look at all of it as they were led down into a large room where the house's owner, an older, plump man, was sitting and having a drink. There were three cushions layed out for them to relax on as they discussed the mission.
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Post by Fea of the Sound on Apr 4, 2008 21:25:46 GMT -5
Fea rbent down and untied her ccombat boots. She took them off rather gracefully to reveal black socks and walked behind Roka-san. She looked over each of the different things. It actually looked shockingly like her childhood house. She could never call her father's house a home but it was elagant like that house. She had always foiund large places lik this hart to think of as homey. She walked close to Roka-hoping to hide under her hat as servants wlaked by. As of yet her skin was invisible to see under the shadows of her hat and the rest of her outfit.
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Post by Sayuri, Deadly Phoenix on Apr 5, 2008 17:33:45 GMT -5
Sayuri kept quiet and emovedher typical genin sandals placing them next to Fea's boots. She ad taken the timeto conceal hr weapons to look more approachable so as to keep p a good appearenc. Although she despised the place, despite living so well as a child.
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Post by Roka Ningyo on Apr 9, 2008 0:27:17 GMT -5
The house owner looked up and gave them a big smile as they entered the room, looking disturbingly like an old, bearded man who delivered goodies a certain time every year. He motioned to the cushions. Roka sat down crossed-legged on the one to their left, leaving the middle and right cushions for the girls.
“Ah, yes.” The man said, nodding to them. “The escorts for my beautiful daughter. All though, I was told to expect one guest. I was surprised when my servants told me I had three. Of course, I want as _many_ men,” he paused, “and women, protecting my child that are required, but…” He frowned, eyebrow raising in suspicion. “Are the others here by a lack of confidence?”
Roka shook his head firmly. “No, I came prepared to complete this mission alone. My companions are here because they want to be here and because I believe them to –also- be fully capable.”
The man’s eyes lit with delight. “Ah. Well, then, that –is- another matter. Three capable escorts sounds better than one.” He glanced at the girls thoughtfully, especially Fea. “Though, I must ask, why does the lady hide her face?”
“She can dress how she wants to, it won’t make any difference on our mission.” Roka answered stiffly.
The man blinked. “It still seems rather…odd.”
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Post by Sayuri, Deadly Phoenix on Apr 9, 2008 13:08:41 GMT -5
Sayui followed in after them, giving a small smile to the girl's father and only knelt formally on the cushion to the right after Roka sat first. This man seemed fairly ok but as soon as he spoke she regretted her thoughts. ~Lacking confidence? LACKING CONFIDENCE?!~ she screamed inside her head. She clenched her fists together and gritted her teeth. Asking about Fea kinda blew it for Sayuri and she clenched her fists around the luxurious quality material of the cushion. Hopefully the cloth would be strng as she tore at it slightly hating every moment of it there.
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