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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 11:45:25 GMT -5
Now that she had left her beloved Unicorn, Fuyu was determined not to let the day go to waist due to the rain and to get in some basic sword practice before her class. The Doji steps into the Dojo, looking around briefly before she draws her sword and bows to the banners, whispering her prayers to Emma-O. The tiny little corseted Crane would look unusual against the Dojo's background as she begins to gracefully begin, moving like a dangerous dancer with her sword.
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 11:47:35 GMT -5
Uetani was still in the dojo from her before class practice. She noted the woman walking in and gave a bow.
Another Crane beauty, treading a little on Uetani's style, but she could get behind it. When the woman's genuflections are done, she begins to approach, stopping to admire how deadly the woman is
"You cannot be a student..." she says, a little flabbergasted
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 11:58:08 GMT -5
The tiny crane with the eye-patch turns, watching the other taller goth with a emotionless stare before she bows to her. "You are correct. This one is Doji Fuyuko, Crane Magistrate and Law and Iaido instructor here. She is pleased to meet you and must comment that your choice of makeup-pattern and coloration compliments well on your uniform." A genuine compliment. She did like others who embraced the Goth aestetic even if Uetani chose a more romantic-drippy goth then Fuyu's elegant-loli goth.
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 12:11:16 GMT -5
"I feel that the school uniform hides a lot of my fashion, but I must say, I admire your outfit too. And your swordplay. Wow." For a moment she forgets about some of the woes around her
"I am not near so skilled, so practicing under you will be an honour"
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 12:15:48 GMT -5
Fuyu gracefully bows again. "The Uniform was always a problem. For my class I simply require my students to fight in whatever they see themselves fighting in. I was allowed to fight in a dress when this one trained here. This one was resolved that if she were to die in duty, she would be well dressed when she met Emma-o."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 12:18:13 GMT -5
"I will endevour to follow in Doji-sensei's example, though I doubt I can find anything so fine. Kakita Uetani" she introduces herself finally
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 12:20:43 GMT -5
"Uetani-san, fine is not always needed. This one wears what she does as an expression of her self. Wear what you find expresses you and what you can fight in, that should be enough."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 12:24:16 GMT -5
"What expresses me is certainly a question" she falls in beside the Doji, and starts to practice her own Kata. They called her prodigy, and it showed. She was nothing as skilled as Fuyu, but could, given time and training, perhaps be great.
"What expresses me is the duel. The cut, the flicker of a flame, a promise"
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 12:29:50 GMT -5
"And tell me Uetani-san. As the blade whispers, sweet promises does it make, what does it ask you?" she offers as she moves her own Kata alongside the girl. "The duel is a ultimate and final form of expression."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 12:34:11 GMT -5
"Oh, I am not sure I can put it into words. It would need a better poet than I" can she reveal to this sensei just how much she wishes to end a life, how much the thought stirs her "As I say, it is a sweet promise, of justice done, of skill shown"
the final moment, the last breath, belonging only to you...
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