Post by Yasuki Odai on Mar 24, 2014 3:48:23 GMT
OOC: This thread takes place the evening before the wedding of Yasuki Kaneka, and is simply my own reintroduction of Odai into the storyline. If anyone wishes to be involved to get to know Odai a little better, feel free, with the knowledge that there is little intent beyond backstory. Also, this post might be a little graphic for some, I'm in a descriptive mood tonight lol. Just a disclaimer
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The moon rose high over the sea as Odai gazed out across the water, pondering heavily the more recent developments here in his own homeland. Of course, nothing as important as the marriage of a member of the Royal Family could ever be simple, but for things to be in the state they were in... He would be blamed in part, he knew, regardless of the fact that his own concerns over the past few weeks that had gone unheeded were playing out exactly as he had described, but such was the way of things. Nothing he couldn't handle, but no less annoying for it.
A low groaning from behind him brought his attention back to the matter at hand, and with a small sigh, Odai turned away from the only tiny window in the bleak room in which he now stood, in the bottom level of one of the seedier sake houses just outside of Yasuki Yashiki. Four other men shared the room, three adorned in plain black kimono, their expressions fixed in dark scowls, their hands on their blades, while the forth sat in the center of the room, stripped to the waist and bound, his hands tied above his head and suspended from the ceiling, providing just enough tension that he could not fully rest comfortable upon the small stool beneath him.
It was this fourth man who groaned, his return to consciousness breaking Odai's self-indulging reverie, and as the Yasuki governor slowly walked back to the center of the room, the prisoner began mumbling incoherently, halfheartedly shaking his head back and forth. One of the other men moved to silence him, but Odai stopped him with a stern glance and a gesture, instead drawing a small, black iron tetsubo from his obi, the cruel-looking weapon gleaming evilly in the flickering firelight, the glint of jade shards studding the head very present. "Hamashiro-san, so glad you could rejoin us," Odai proclaimed, his voice menacingly cheerful, though his subdued tone spoke far greater volumes to his mood than any inflection ever could.
With a flash of motion, the tetsubo cracked into Hamashiro's torso, a dull crunch of flesh and bone followed by a cry of pain and a sizzling of obviously tainted blood as it came in contact with the holy stone. "I believe we left off with you about to tell me why one of my ships bound for the Wall was caught deviating from its chosen course," the Yasuki continued calmly, only slightly raising his voice over his prisoner's cries of pain. "And why, instead of rice and spearheads, as was its intended cargo, the hold of said kobune was instead filled with crates of obsidian."
Hamashiro coughed, black blood ejecting itself from his lungs and splattering on the floor, though instead of more whimpering, he did just as he had done once regaining consciousness the past few times, and instead forced a foul, pained cackle through his broken face, though words seemed to of yet still be beyond him. Odai sighed; he had expected nothing less, but considering recent events he had to try anyway. With another crack across the face, the pitiful creature before him fell silent once more, and Odai walked back to the window, retreating once more into his own thoughts as he too often found himself doing these days.
The ache in his ribs flashed for a minute, though he had become accustomed to not allowing it to visibly affect him in the weeks since his thrashing at the hands of his new cousin Yasuki Kaneka. What a fight though...
One of his associates gave a low cough, and Odai smiled slightly. Indeed, he had been gone too long as it is. "Very well, Mattori-san, you are correct. As much as I love to watch you work, I have a wedding to attend, a war to finance, and many more sales to make to ensure it all happens. I'm swamped!" With one last beleaguered look at the traitorous wretch that was once one of his most trusted smuggling captains, Odai swept from the room, leaving the building through a small side door, the screams of pain emanating from the room he had just left quickly muffled by the closing of the heavy stone false door.
Pulling his cloak tight around him, both to ward off the evening chill and to obscure his face from any prying eyes who might wonder what the Yasuki governor was doing in such a neighborhood, he began the long, twisting walk back to the castle to ponder the events of the past few weeks. A traitorous captain was one thing, but his own private stash of obsidian being stolen? That spoke to a deeper betrayal, one that he would be doing everything in his power to get to the bottom of. Once this thrice-damned wedding was over and done with, that is...
A low groaning from behind him brought his attention back to the matter at hand, and with a small sigh, Odai turned away from the only tiny window in the bleak room in which he now stood, in the bottom level of one of the seedier sake houses just outside of Yasuki Yashiki. Four other men shared the room, three adorned in plain black kimono, their expressions fixed in dark scowls, their hands on their blades, while the forth sat in the center of the room, stripped to the waist and bound, his hands tied above his head and suspended from the ceiling, providing just enough tension that he could not fully rest comfortable upon the small stool beneath him.
It was this fourth man who groaned, his return to consciousness breaking Odai's self-indulging reverie, and as the Yasuki governor slowly walked back to the center of the room, the prisoner began mumbling incoherently, halfheartedly shaking his head back and forth. One of the other men moved to silence him, but Odai stopped him with a stern glance and a gesture, instead drawing a small, black iron tetsubo from his obi, the cruel-looking weapon gleaming evilly in the flickering firelight, the glint of jade shards studding the head very present. "Hamashiro-san, so glad you could rejoin us," Odai proclaimed, his voice menacingly cheerful, though his subdued tone spoke far greater volumes to his mood than any inflection ever could.
With a flash of motion, the tetsubo cracked into Hamashiro's torso, a dull crunch of flesh and bone followed by a cry of pain and a sizzling of obviously tainted blood as it came in contact with the holy stone. "I believe we left off with you about to tell me why one of my ships bound for the Wall was caught deviating from its chosen course," the Yasuki continued calmly, only slightly raising his voice over his prisoner's cries of pain. "And why, instead of rice and spearheads, as was its intended cargo, the hold of said kobune was instead filled with crates of obsidian."
Hamashiro coughed, black blood ejecting itself from his lungs and splattering on the floor, though instead of more whimpering, he did just as he had done once regaining consciousness the past few times, and instead forced a foul, pained cackle through his broken face, though words seemed to of yet still be beyond him. Odai sighed; he had expected nothing less, but considering recent events he had to try anyway. With another crack across the face, the pitiful creature before him fell silent once more, and Odai walked back to the window, retreating once more into his own thoughts as he too often found himself doing these days.
The ache in his ribs flashed for a minute, though he had become accustomed to not allowing it to visibly affect him in the weeks since his thrashing at the hands of his new cousin Yasuki Kaneka. What a fight though...
One of his associates gave a low cough, and Odai smiled slightly. Indeed, he had been gone too long as it is. "Very well, Mattori-san, you are correct. As much as I love to watch you work, I have a wedding to attend, a war to finance, and many more sales to make to ensure it all happens. I'm swamped!" With one last beleaguered look at the traitorous wretch that was once one of his most trusted smuggling captains, Odai swept from the room, leaving the building through a small side door, the screams of pain emanating from the room he had just left quickly muffled by the closing of the heavy stone false door.
Pulling his cloak tight around him, both to ward off the evening chill and to obscure his face from any prying eyes who might wonder what the Yasuki governor was doing in such a neighborhood, he began the long, twisting walk back to the castle to ponder the events of the past few weeks. A traitorous captain was one thing, but his own private stash of obsidian being stolen? That spoke to a deeper betrayal, one that he would be doing everything in his power to get to the bottom of. Once this thrice-damned wedding was over and done with, that is...