(D6, EE) Gabbing about Gi (Discussion)

[Kakita Mikan]

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"Oh..." Her head bows at that. "I wish you had signed your name. You sound... there's a loneliness in your voice." Nadeshiko straightens up then, voice growing more firm: "If it matters -- I would have had room for you then. There's room for you, now, if you're courageous enough to share it. I cannot say I know all your pain or hardships, Mikan-san, but ... I feel we may be kindred."

The woman turns her head to face her, eyes opening fully, desperately hoping to meet Mikan's. "Your painting from yesterday. Could you... tell me its meaning, to you?"

Mikan was on the edge of a precipice, a great yawning darkness loomed before her. Nadeshiko was a slender thread trying to pull her back in while the sword of Akuba advanced steadily forward.

She did meet the woman's eyes briefly. There was love and despair, swirled together like black and white paint.

Mikan offered a small laugh.

"How many times were we told in the Academy Doji-san? 'True art speaks for itself.' But I suppose if that's true Lord Utemaro wouldn't be receiving anonymous complaints about my work from cowards who lack the courage to speak to me directly ." she said, a slight bitterness creeping up on the one who dared infringe upon her art.

"But...I need you to understand something about my work, Doji-san. You are not the joke. You are the Hero. The one who can vanquish all foes with less than nothing, Your nature and your Honor makes defeat inconceivable." she said, her voice turning a bit more pleading.

[Matsu Inori]

"Good evening, Matsu-san. Have you got a moment?"

Inori turned away from her methodical attack on the offered sushi and bowed.

"Good evening, Bayushi-san...and yes, most certainly. What can I do for you?"

[Bayushi Choudai]

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Inori turned away from her methodical attack on the offered sushi and bowed.

"Good evening, Bayushi-san...and yes, most certainly. What can I do for you?"

"I was hoping to introduce you to another friend of mine... Matsu-san, this is Shosuro Hatsuki-san, one of my dearest friends in the world. Shosuro-san, this is my young friend Matsu Inori-san."

[Matsu Inori]

Inori bowed.

"Shosuro-san"

Being that the other was a Scorpion, and also another woman, there was some surreptitious examination going on. The makeup artist Inori remarked to herself, and cast a speculative glance between both her and Choudai.

[Doji Nadeshiko]

"But...I need you to understand something about my work, Doji-san. You are not the joke. You are the Hero. The one who can vanquish all foes with less than nothing, Your nature and your Honor makes defeat inconceivable." she said, her voice turning a bit more pleading.

"I only wish I were so powerful. I am... frail," Is the polite way to put it, "And have done little of note in the time since I became an adult. This competition is my one chance, I think, to make something of myself before my sight fades."

And yet she's still smiling as if everything's alright. Nadeshiko steps closer, leaning in, her voice lowering as she tries to speak the truth of things.

"I have lost much, and will lose much more, and for no cause or reason I can find or understand." Her fan is pulled from her obi. With its opening they're both hidden from the world, her whispers only for Mikan. "I feel your painting captured a fraction of the truth. Life is at times pointless and painful, confusing and lonely... but I think its meaninglessness makes it like a canvas."

"We are all artists, painting meaning onto our lives. Mine is connection. No matter the sorrows that find me, I see they are temporary -- whereas I can look to the love I have been given and know this has been worth it all." With that the fan closes. Nadeshiko leans back. Perhaps she's only muddled the waters further, perhaps it will not be enough, perhaps she's simply been a fool once again, but... one must have hope. She wants to believe.

[Shosuro Hatsuki]

Inori bowed.

"Shosuro-san"

Being that the other was a Scorpion, and also another woman, there was some surreptitious examination going on. The makeup artist Inori remarked to herself, and cast a speculative glance between both her and Choudai.

Hatsuki bowed to the Matsu. "Good evening, Matsu-san. Bayushi-san was just telling me a bit about your painting. I would love to hear your own thoughts on the work."

[Saibankan]

"But...I need you to understand something about my work, Doji-san. You are not the joke. You are the Hero. The one who can vanquish all foes with less than nothing, Your nature and your Honor makes defeat inconceivable." she said, her voice turning a bit more pleading.

"I only wish I were so powerful. I am... frail," Is the polite way to put it, "And have done little of note in the time since I became an adult. This competition is my one chance, I think, to make something of myself before my sight fades."

And yet she's still smiling as if everything's alright. Nadeshiko steps closer, leaning in, her voice lowering as she tries to speak the truth of things.

"I have lost much, and will lose much more, and for no cause or reason I can find or understand." Her fan is pulled from her obi. With its opening they're both hidden from the world, her whispers only for Mikan. "I feel your painting captured a fraction of the truth. Life is at times pointless and painful, confusing and lonely... but I think its meaninglessness makes it like a canvas."

"We are all artists, painting meaning onto our lives. Mine is connection. No matter the sorrows that find me, I see they are temporary -- whereas I can look to the love I have been given and know this has been worth it all." With that the fan closes. Nadeshiko leans back. Perhaps she's only muddled the waters further, perhaps it will not be enough, perhaps she's simply been a fool once again, but... one must have hope. She wants to believe.

(Awa/Courtier if you please)

[Matsu Inori]

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Inori smiled.

"I really had to think hard about how to express some of the tenets. Here I just had a spontaneous idea. Gi demands that our deeds match our words, or that we do what we can as Samurai to uphold our word. As such the words we speak are one of the heaviest weights we bear. See the heavy stone, the steep hill, the sweat."

Short tilt of the head.

"And yet, being timid and non-committal won't do either. At some point we have to speak boldly, and then make it real. Only thus can the light of our ancestors in Yomi shine on us"

The Matsu blushed, and giggled

"I admit it is a bit campy"

[Doji Nadeshiko]

(Awa/Courtier if you please)

Day 6: Awareness 3/Courtier 3 for Mikan. +0k1 from Benten's Blessing. +1k1 from Void point. | 7k5 ⇒ 51

[Kakita Akuba]

Looking at the next display, Akuba comments "Sunlight would darken such a canvas did it meet it much or often."

She walks on, looking over the next. "Organic," she says.

[Kakita Mikan]

"But...I need you to understand something about my work, Doji-san. You are not the joke. You are the Hero. The one who can vanquish all foes with less than nothing, Your nature and your Honor makes defeat inconceivable." she said, her voice turning a bit more pleading.

"I only wish I were so powerful. I am... frail," Is the polite way to put it, "And have done little of note in the time since I became an adult. This competition is my one chance, I think, to make something of myself before my sight fades."

And yet she's still smiling as if everything's alright. Nadeshiko steps closer, leaning in, her voice lowering as she tries to speak the truth of things.

"I have lost much, and will lose much more, and for no cause or reason I can find or understand." Her fan is pulled from her obi. With its opening they're both hidden from the world, her whispers only for Mikan. "I feel your painting captured a fraction of the truth. Life is at times pointless and painful, confusing and lonely... but I think its meaninglessness makes it like a canvas."

"We are all artists, painting meaning onto our lives. Mine is connection. No matter the sorrows that find me, I see they are temporary -- whereas I can look to the love I have been given and know this has been worth it all." With that the fan closes. Nadeshiko leans back. Perhaps she's only muddled the waters further, perhaps it will not be enough, perhaps she's simply been a fool once again, but... one must have hope. She wants to believe.

Mikan shivers as Nadeshiko's words touch her heart.

"I would be your eyes if they would let me." she says, wishing she could spend the rest of her days simply relaying the world to Nadeshiko.

She looked over at the steady advance of Akuba.

"Kuso, do you have any folding paper on you, Doji-san?"

[Shosuro Hatsuki]

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Hatsuki nodded along as she listened, glancing occasionally to the piece not far away to see what she's saying in relation to it. "That makes a lot of sense. In a way, it's quite direct about its subject, which suits the theme well."

At the comment about camp, she chuckled behind her fan. "Did you see how I came in? Besides, I work with actors for the most part. My life is camp. I can only find additional charm in that aspect of it."

[Doji Nadeshiko]

Mikan shivers as Nadeshiko's words touch her heart.

"I would be your eyes if they would let me." she says, wishing she could spend the rest of her days simply relaying the world to Nadeshiko.

She looked over at the steady advance of Akuba.

"Kuso, do you have any folding paper on you, Doji-san?"

"You can still show me much of the world, Mikan-san," She answers softly, and she means it.

"I do not, but there might be someone who does. We do have an origami artist in our midst. If you would like, I can hold your place... and keep Akuba-dono busy."

[Matsu Inori]

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"Thank you very much, and yes, I saw, albeit briefly. Very dramatic"

Inori considered.

"I think I get your point, Shosuro-san. I think that maybe I should permit myself to enjoy art a little more. Especially since Shosuro-san's mastery has been recognized, which lends weight to your words.

Does Shosuro-san hail from a family or background of artists?"

[Kakita Mikan]

"You can still show me much of the world, Mikan-san," She answers softly, and she means it.

"I do not, but there might be someone who does. We do have an origami artist in our midst. If you would like, I can hold your place... and keep Akuba-dono busy."

Mikan hesitated a moment, uncertain of whether the Fox would actually help her out.

"I suppose I can ask...or simply not present today. I'll be right back, Doji-san." she promised, taking off to see if she could get paper from the Kitsune.

[Doji Nadeshiko]

"I suppose I can ask...or simply not present today. I'll be right back, Doji-san."

"And I'll be here." And so Nadeshiko waits.

[Shosuro Hatsuki]

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"I think so. Art is a duty that is much more difficult to pursue without some level of love for it. Having fun with one's work is a motivation to do more of it, and thus serve one's lord all the more ably," she agreed with a small smile. "In the sense of the broader meaning of Family. I was once a Doji and trained with the Kakita Artisan School. Most of my family were courtiers, though many pursued art on the side."

"And your own, Matsu-san?"

[Togashi Yoshiaki]

A tanuki that wasn't paying much attention to where he was going since he was happily with fish head in mouth. The Togashi may feel a bump on his leg. The Kitsune was behind the critter.

Yoshiaki regarded the small creature, his cool silver colored eyes looking down at it "Ah someone seems to have found a nice snack." He remarks with a little smile.

He looks behind the critter and bows to the woman "Kitsune-san I hope you are fairing well." He says as he straightens remembering the woman from a couple nights ago.

[Kakita Akuba]

Akuba presses on in her husband's absence.

Pausing at another painting, she remarks "Few will miss the metaphor, though it must be wondered who struggles so with such a thing."

And then she looks at another piece. "It would be difficult to handle this, I think," is her comment about it.

[Kitsune Shizenko]

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"Yes he has... this one has fair well. I hope he hasn't bothered you." She pointed to the happy tanuki. " How are you?"