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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 12:41:21 GMT -5
Fuyu raises her brow a moment, a more perceptive person might notice by now but instead she turns to the other student. "It is a worthy response. It has been my pleasure to serve the law all these years. One finds a certain pride in it."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 12:59:16 GMT -5
"I can only dream that I will be picked for such, upon graduation." she says "Justice at the end of the blade iswhat I have been taught, and I would not like to use it for show, or for pride"
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 13:45:47 GMT -5
Fuyu nods and walks over to the wall, grabbing the boken, and this time a helmet as well. "Would you like a round? I cannot promise I will not bruise but I will avoid too much damage."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 13:58:27 GMT -5
"Doji-san. Such brusises are hard won, and the beautiful agony that lets us know that we still draw breath. I trust that your kiss will be a lesson in control and skill both" She bows deep to the teacher and assumes a stance, taking the measure of her opponent as best she can. Assessment: 8d10o10k3 29 (Which I assume fails) |
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 14:09:45 GMT -5
Fuyuko bows, putting on her helmet and making sure the student puts on hers. She bows and takes her own stance, Assesment was never her strong suit but she is able to get a good read on the student as she watches her carefully. She enters into the stillness of the void, finding her peace as she prepares herself, un-moving like a doll. Assesment: orokos.com/roll/588229 30 (Which I assume passes.) Void Center orokos.com/roll/588230 77 |
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 14:15:25 GMT -5
There is the moment, glorious and perfect, when her mind touches the void. She sees that she cannot win this, but she is pushed to see how well she will do, how she stands against this paragon. Her centre is found, but it is lacking, she has already lost... Focus: 10d10ro1o10k6+4 57 |
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 14:33:51 GMT -5
There is a pause and suddenly there is a blur as the tiny Doji draws her sword, using her size to step forward and under the other girls gaurd. She uses her precision to control the strike exactly, making sure it only hurts as much as she wants it but not too much. If the student is paying attention in the moment she moves they can see a smile on her face. The wooden sword hits with a carefully controlled thrawck horizontally across her chest, aimed to avoid knocking the air out of her while possibly causing a nice bruise to develop. Clearly designed to cause more sting then actual damage though. She stops and takes a deep bow to her opponent. "This one thanks you for the honor."
(http://orokos.com/roll/588233 42 to hit with two raises for aim and 6 for extra damage)
(http://orokos.com/roll/588237 10 Damage)
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 14:40:42 GMT -5
As the sword hits her, she makes a soft sound, the kind that wouldn't be heard unless Fuyu was as close as she was. It is a sound of pleasure, ecstasy, interrupted promise. If she knows that Doji-sensei has heard, she gives no indication. She bows to her master and gives a soft smile
"I will wear this mark with pride Doji-sensei, a kiss that shows what you can teach me, what I might learn at your hands"
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 25, 2018 14:45:26 GMT -5
Fuyu frowns, stopping, her own smile falling from her face as she turns to observe the student then, reaches into her pocket to pull out her music-pad. Playing some music in the room to drown out anyone else hearing. She whispers close to the student so only she can hear. "This one recognizes something. Kakita-san, what is your opinion on death in a duel. Or had I continued this demonstration and given you multiple strikes?"
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Jan 25, 2018 14:50:18 GMT -5
She turns her face, not looking the teacher in the eye "Death is a consequence of the duel Doji-sensei, an honour given to the duelist, to see the rival's last breath" sincerity: 5d10o10k3 20"The sword, the strike, it is all a part of the art. Each blow is an indication of what there is left to learn... The sweet promise..." The sweet promise of release, the glorious taste of a man's last breath |
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