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The smaller male walked through the city, taking a route he deemed efficient and relaxing. His geta click-clacked on stepping stones and harder ground, to the rhythm of his pace. Yosuke felt a gentle breeze against his face in the early morning hours, leading him to take a breath of the sweet air around him. He spoke to no one, and no one spoke to him. He was undisturbed in his tranquil walk, seeing Hachiro-sensei's dojo not far from where he was. He continued his walking, until he was inside the entrance gates. He looked around, seeing a few people outside, and a few people inside. Again, he spoke to no one, keeping to himself.

Yosuke would walk around the dojo, coming to a place that he frequents. A lush garden with a pool of water in the center, a few koi inhabiting it. It was quiet, undisturbed, and peaceful. Yosuke would take a gander through the garden, examining the plants it held. Against the green of the leaves, there were a few colors. From white to red, with varying pink. Yes, he was now standing under a cherry tree. He turned so his back was to the tree, and his front was to the wind, and sat in the shade. In his small time attending the dojo as a student, he's chosen this place as his.

He'd rested under the tree for a while, thinking to himself about various things. He had no recollection of how much time he'd spent there, nor did he have any orientation as to where everyone else was. He'd been disconnected for a while, it seemed, for things had changed around quite a bit. Making his decision, he would stand and brush his hakama off, the fallen leaves and petals once again falling. He made his way inside, where he would find a place to start training, warming up his muscles. Though he didn't much care for iaijutsu as a martial art, he appreciated it as an art in itself. He had just begun training in iaijutsu, being an i-kyu not too long ago. He would retrieve a practice sword and begin.

Yosuke assumed a general pose and began training his body with basic strikes, quickly unsheathing and sheathing the duller blade. He wasn't very strong, but he was fast, and some would argue that speed and patience are key in iaijutsu. Wait for an opportunity, then quickly land a strike preemptively before your opponent can. Read your opponent, learn their tricks, find patterns. This martial art was equal parts swordsmanship and mind games, at least, that's how Yosuke saw it.
Yeah, that's fine. And, thank you.
Name: Hanari, Yosuke
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Dojo: Hachiro
Student Rank: Sho-dan

Appearance: Small in stature, and unassuming. Paler skin and soft features make Yosuke appear meek and weak. He has long, black hair that is usually tied in a ponytail. His eyes, one as green as jade, and the other blue like water, sit evenly in their sockets. His eyes are the only feature that make him stand out. Always wears kimono and hakama, with sandals or geta, and an obi sash. An unassuming male.

Personality: Shy, quiet unless spoken to, and seemingly always in a state of melancholy or depression.

Short Biography: The only child of a two peasant farmers, he lived his young life starved and ostracized. It was only a matter of time before his parents passed away from the impending sickness they'd had for a long time. He was around 10 at the time, and his only family was taken from him. Yosuke was forced to carry a large burden he couldn't carry on his own without giving out. So, after years of trying to make it work and failing, he did what he could at the time, his last resort. He sold his parents' rice farm to a local merchant. He would use this money to travel to Edo, where he would then enroll in a dojo owned by Hachiro Kenji.

Notes: Though small and not as strong as bigger people, he is quite fast. Though, he doesn't wish to use the way of iaijutsu offensively or defensively, unless absolutely necessary. Stronger attraction towards the practices of Zen.
I tried.
I'm sorry, guys, but I need to drop this RP. I've lost track of it, and I can't regain it. I'm going to ply my trade elsewhere when I get myself settled.
Marcos would take the alcohol from Luro after Danny gave it back to him. "I need this for my injuries, hope you don't mind me stealing a bit of your drink," he said, chuckling. Marcos would move the cut up cloth away from his wounds. There were two major ones. On his shoulder, and on his side. That was two injuries he needed to have attended to. And right now, all he could do was pour alcohol on them and try to clean them, and attempt to not move that much. He didn't like the last part of that. In any case, he was cleaning his wounds with the alcohol, grimace on his face. It stung, and that sting hurt. But the sooner he stopped complaining, the sooner he could treat himself, and the sooner he could stand and defend the ship.

After his cuts were treated, or somewhat so, he stood and turned to Luro. "I'll stay with you and defend the ship. I can't move much, and I've got an axe. This axe, to be exact. I don't have much of a choice in the matter," he said. He then chuckled and handed Luro the bottle back. "Here's your alcohol back. I tried to conserve on it, but I ended up using a good amount of your drink. Oh, and sorry about the bloodstains on the bottle." Marcos managed to stay a little bit positive when injured, though not that much. To be fair, being positive wasn't his agenda now. His agenda was to protect the ship.

After a few minutes of waiting, Marcos saw what must have been an army charging in their direction. The king's army. The real king, not Fenn, slimy bastard. Marcos figured they were going to try to fight the rest of the pirates, but find none, and congratulate Marcos and Luro. This was not the case. They were going to board the ship! Marcos yelled, "You've got the wrong ones, we're the good guys!" Marcos pointed to their flag, and then the two others. "We're not with Fenn or his men, our captain and most of the crew is at the castle, fighting Fenn right now!" Marcos didn't think for a second that they would buy it. He hoped they did.
Marcos waited patiently, ignoring any remarks of his state, covered with half-dried blood and a semi-severe cut on his shoulder that stopped bleeding a while ago, with enough pressure applied to it. Oh, but they didn't know that about a fifth of the blood on him was his own. The rest was their fallen comrades', chopped like wood. He didn't part with his woodcutting axe, not yet. It was fastened to his belt, cleaned off enough to disguise its use a short time ago. He kept it on him for now.

When Luro gave the signal and started fighting, Marcos kicked the man closest to him in the knee, making him fall over onto his stomach. While the pirate struggled to get up, Marcos drew his axe and brought it down right on the back of his neck, severing the head from the shoulders. "Whoops, too late. I'll clean, don't worry." Marcos picked up the decapitated head and threw it at another pirate, with enough force to knock him on his backside as the head of his crewmate clonked him in his own head. While Marcos was distracted, the blade of a saber was brought across his side, slicing him just above his hip. Marcos grimaced and winced in pain at the slash, gripping his side. He turned to face his attacker, who was getting ready for another strike.

Marcos was able to get over the pain long enough to move out of the way and swing his axe, hitting the man in his shoulder hard enough to make his arm almost lop off. The man stumbled to the nearest support, which was a railing. He leaned onto it and tried to stop his bleeding. In his distraction, Marcos picked him up by his hair and threw him to the ground, chest up. His final strike was at the pirate's chest, right below his ribs. "Like I said, I'm cleaning later, feel free to let blood as much as you want." That was how sure Marcos was that they would win. He felt a bit weak, having lost a good amount of blood. He had to avoid getting hit much more, or they'd have a serious problem on their hands.
Sorry for not posting as I should, guys. I kind of screwed myself over by having so many roleplays at once.
Aki, thank you for GMing Marcos for me. I'll try to post sooner from now on. I just have a lot on my plate right now.
Major Ursa said
Ah, I give up. It's my fault that I've fallen behind, and now has a character entirely left out, feel left out...feel kind of jealous of interesting interactions. I'm going to have to do what I don't usually do, what I avoid doing, and drop this thing. I mean, you guys are even trying at this with instant messengers and such, and I don't even do that stuff.So long, and thanks for all the fish.


Surely you can catch up! If there's no attention, make attention!
Count me in.

jivusamc
Major Ursa said
Nope. Like indicated, I've fallen behind by a lot. I feel like I'm either going to have to jump back in and try harder on next time skip, or just drop out of this thing altogether.:/


*tackle-hugs Ursa*

Noo! Don't leave!

;~;
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