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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 13, 2018 21:24:30 GMT -5
So basically, Mako in Goth colors.
She only smiles. Comforting, friendly, but not quite the same as the one she gave Mako earlier, the one that Fuyuko sees whenever she likes.
"You sound like my daughter, actually. I once spoke to her about why she was set on following the path I once pursued. A military career as frontline commander, strategist, and tactician. I was concerned that she stood too deeply in the shadow of what I could have been. And she said much the same thing you did. She wanted to learn what I knew, and then perfect what the war took from me. So she could pass it on to the future."
She laughs. "You're fitting in already."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Feb 13, 2018 21:33:28 GMT -5
She laughs at that, a smile on her lips, a lot of pain worn away at the thing that she desires maybe most of all. A place to belong. A place to forge an identity as Uetani
"I like you" she says simply "And not, like like. I mean, I think you are a smart person, a wise person"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 13, 2018 21:38:05 GMT -5
"I should hope so. If you're going to be spending so much time with Fuyu-chan, you'll end up spending some of that time with me," she says, but her tone says she appreciates the sentiment. "But seriously. I'm not wise. I'm just old and know things. If I was wise, I'd have tattoos."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Feb 13, 2018 21:47:05 GMT -5
"Bull" she laughs "You could have had them if you wanted them, you know enough of the monks from the sounds of it"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 13, 2018 21:52:54 GMT -5
"Knowing monks is different from being one!" she says, laughing as well. "I could never survive an oath of poverty. I enjoy buying gifts for the people I care for most too much."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Feb 13, 2018 22:25:24 GMT -5
"I have always liked giving gifts. One of the best things about living to excess is you have a lot to share with people"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 13, 2018 22:28:39 GMT -5
She nods.
"A detail shared by someone with wealth and no desire to hoard it." A pause. "Speaking of gifts, I actually ordered some specially made for her earlier today. It will take a few days to be finished, and I hope she likes it."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Feb 14, 2018 5:48:26 GMT -5
"I shall not ask what they were, as I think I would be awful at keeping your secrets" she admits "But, I know how she feels about you Hisui-sensei. I know that she will love anything that you have found whilst thinking of her"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Feb 14, 2018 6:09:15 GMT -5
"Let's hope so. I know I shouldn't, but I fret about these things."
A pause. A samurai past gempukku age. One that was aware of her relationship with Fuyuko. It made sense that this girl, this younger and wilder Fuyuko, was her lover's protege. Uetani knew so much. The Kakita was also very lonely. But she couldn't be sure.
"Uetani-san, what do your parents think of your condition?"
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Feb 14, 2018 6:12:18 GMT -5
"My parents are dead Hisui-sensei."
She takes a moment. Takes a deep breath, and tries to center herself for the discussion to come
"My mother walked into the sea, on hearing of my condition. My father died recently. He never spoke to me again after my mother died. The last time I spoke to him was just before my first year at school"
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