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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on May 31, 2006 0:38:06 GMT -5
 This beautiful garden was created by Ryu and his first wife, Chika. It stands within the middle of his large Temple, with winding walkways and large ponds built within the hard stones of the mountain. There is also a hot spring that is in the very middle of the garden, protected by a small and yet beautiful building |
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on May 31, 2006 0:40:55 GMT -5
Ryu stands on his small bridge that spans the small river that runs through his garden and his home. He lets out a long breath, looking up toward the sky. He watches the moon for a while before he finally starts to walk down the pathway again, the pebbles and stone work seem to dance belowe his feet in the silver moonlight and he smiles a small smile. One of the older monks that he allows to live with him rushes past, not of anything bad...but to just let the wind run through his old mind....Ryu smiles agian and sits down on a bench to watch the moon lotus bloom
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Post by Maximilian Mainor on Jun 2, 2006 16:52:35 GMT -5
Without a warning given a shadow suddenly cracked open, a sign that someone from the other side was coming through. No hand appeared however, and the man who came through the portal of the shadows was more or less spit out, as if someone had thrown him out.
He was covered with frost, as he landed on the ground before Ryu's feet. He breathed heavily, as if his lungs were filled preventing him to breath or speak, his scarred face was uncovered.
Whether it was the choice of the man himself, it was not clear.
Max couldn't breath, a thousand needles pinched him, as if all his limbs were frozen. Ulrica had called him, so he had said goodbye to Gidion and Amrhod, and opened a shadow.
Like always, yet before he had found the right shadow to ope, a portal to his house, cold hands had grabbed him from behind.
If it had been hands, it had felt as if someone had wrapped him in an icecold blanket.
Someone who mastered an ancient tongue only known by some, had spoken something in his ear, before the grip tightened. He couldn't breath, he was in the world of the shadows too long, he had to get out.
Three facts, and he couldn't do anyhting about it untill suddenly, the same man, person, being, creature who had caught him had spit him out.
He couldn't describe it more different, as if someone had chewed upon him, and decided he didnt taste all too good.
he was frozen, head to toe, and his lungs were filled with his own blood, caused by his ribs which had cracked. he had lost his mask somewhere along the road, but he didn't care.
he tried to breath, tried to clean his lungs. He was desorientated; even a Vampire needed oxygen.
He coughed, a wheezing sound as he once again tried to breathe. His hands clutching his throat in a mortal battle merely to stay alive.
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Jun 16, 2006 15:43:41 GMT -5
Ryu rushed foward and started to call to his monks to gather a large fire in the main hall room where the samurai once sat around it. He picks up Max with care and starts to wrap him in a warm blanket
"We'll have warm tea for you, and strong too Max."
He walks into the main room and sits Max down to the blazing fire, leaning him on Ryu's chest to give him more heat.
"You are normally fairly well with the shadows my friend....what happened?"
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Post by Maximilian Mainor on Jun 16, 2006 15:56:00 GMT -5
He coughed, trying to get the last bit of blood out of his frozen lungs, before he even dared to look around. He had expected to be in Cairo,
but he was quite on the other side of Earth, right in the temple of someone he didn't wish to see at the moment, not like this.
He tried to sit up, to move his frozen limbs, but failed as the blanket wad too tightly wrapped up around him.
He growled, clearing his throat, before he just gave up on it all, closing his eyes and painting before he took a deep breath, opening his eyes.
"I got attacked," His voice was hoarse, just like everything else frozen. His tongue didn't wish to comply, but he forced it to move, trying to stop his jaw from shivering so he could speak.
"He knew enough of the Ancient tongue to talk to me.." He started to shiver all over, as a result of his body getting warmer. "I don't know who he was.."
He, it had defiantly been a he, he knew no women who could attack anyone like he had been attacked.
Traveling through shadows was one thing, fighting another.
Ulrica had called him from Cairo, but he was sure that it had been her, and not some fake. But still, the one who had attacked him, had known he would travel by means of those treacherous shadows.
He chewed on his lips, shivering almost uncontrollably in the blanket, a new gulf of blood coming from his defreezing, damaged lungs.
Why he had been dropped here, he didn't know either. Ryu would never hear it from him, but he saw it as a kind gesture that he had been dropped before the feet of the only Vampire who could probably understand what he was talking about.
He tried to relax, his frozen muscles spastic.
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Jun 16, 2006 19:33:31 GMT -5
One of the monks sets down an old tea set, smell sweatly of Ryu's favorite tea. He looks away for a bit and looks at Max
"There are very few who know how to do that Max...and most of them eather have fully gone into the shadows....or....I do not know...now they are only but stories to most of the young ones."
He moves a warm cup into Max's hands, he would not have the man drink from his own. Even weak, a man had his honor. He finally sits beside Max and places a hand beneath his jaw and rubs it.
"And to speak the old tongue...Clearly I'm guesing?....is even rarer now that it is only spoken by ones as old as you or I...."
Ryu did not like a puzzle he could not solve...and he did not like the fact that this was one he may never solve...not untill Max or Ulrica informed of it's end.
"What ones that still lives that can do that Max?"
He looked down at Max with Emerald green eyes.
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Post by Maximilian Mainor on Jun 17, 2006 11:04:09 GMT -5
"No one can, as far as I know.." Max said honestly, holding onto the cup as if it were to save his life.
"they were all killed by Dremon, hunted down, expelled or as you said, they disappeared in the shadows. But that was years ago, years.." He took a sip. "I haven't seen anyone who could do that since I was a teenager myself, and we all know when that was..."
A long time ago.
"I don't like it either Ryu, somebody kicked my pride here.." Twice in a week, this was absolutly not his year. he rubbed his face, still mutilated after the dispute he had had with that lowblood. He growled, placing the cup of tea besides him.
his entire mouth tasted salty and metallic, he was tasting his own blood. It had been years since anyone had been attack like this. Obviously somebody did not wish that he travelled through shadow.
Somebody, perhaps, did not wish for him to go to Court.
Max blinked, trying to remember the voice in his head whom had spoken to him. Nobody had spoken that language to him in years, and he had grown rusty.
"I'm warned,' Max said, quickly taking a sip from the little teacup. "Somebody doesn't want me at court. The usual stuff, terrible things, death, loss of familymembers..."
He had heard those threats before.
"I've got no clue why, everything is allright..." Suddenly he remembered something. "Well, perhaps not everything.."
His cheeks got red, as he remembered a promise he had made thousands of years ago. he had thought that his father had been joking, but now he could remember the promise he had made.
"Christine is at court.." He had the urge to bite his hand, out of sheer humiliation. "Agh, I've been so... so stupid!"
His amber eyes flared in anger, as he growled in frustration.
The ice on his clothes and limbs was starting to meld, and soon he was soaked, but he had no intention of stripping himself from his clothes in front of all those monks, and well.. perhaps Ryu a little too.
"Perhaps something is going on," Max sound, his entire mood set on dark. "I don't know, perhaps it's just a joke..." Although he would personally kill the person who dared to joke him...
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Jun 20, 2006 11:14:40 GMT -5
Ryu stood up and looked down at his pupil's husband and let out a very long breath.
"What did you promise Max? You have to tell me....or at least allow me to help in some small way if I can?"
He finally fully sits down next to Max.
"And why would they go as far as the try and harm your family if you went to Court? What could your presence do there?"
He looked at Max and placed a hand on his friends back. A gesture of kindess and some sort of understanding. It had been a long time for both since they ever graced the walls of Dremons Court. Ryu felt as though he didn't need to. Dremon knew where his loyalties lay. Ryu was to Japanese to let his honor waver even in the smallest way....and he knew his Lord knew that as well.
"Max...What joke are you speaking of...you have made many throughout the years...but not one that would lead into a promise?"
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Post by Maximilian Mainor on Jul 7, 2006 15:20:37 GMT -5
Max pulled his hand out of his mouth, wincing as he pulled back his large teeth. Blood was running down his hand, but it would heal soon enough.
Max sucked at his lip, trying ti decide what he would tell, and what not.
"When I was young, I mean really young, before I really knew what it meant to be a Vampire, Dremon fed me drunk.." Max and being drunk, never a good combination. "He made me promise that I would give my first daughter to him. Never thinking I would ever have children, plus being drunk, made me promise..."
Of cours he could have known, he could have known that Dremon could look into the future, or at least a part of it.
"I was young.." he muttered, licking the blood of his young. "Now I'm old, and Uli is going to kill me for it.."
As for why his presence would mean trouble, it lay more sensitive and he shook his head.
"I can only say so much Ryu, we all have our destinies and stories, mine is just a little more secretive."
he smiled a sad smile.
"I'm sorry, but it is not the time to share that story, or prohecy, or whatever. My presence there could be like a drop of oil spilled into the fire... or perhaps not, not yet."
He considered telling, after all, Ryu wasn't his enemy. Now, he wasn't his enemy now, who knew what could happen in a hundred years.
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to tell you."
"Hmn, yes, I was a joker when I was young." He stretched his stiff limbs, still feeling the creeping cold.
"But now I'm not, and now I have to pay for it."
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Oct 9, 2006 11:38:08 GMT -5
Ryu nodded his head and sat deeper into the grass around his body.
"We all do very stupid things when we're young...I just wish, that this was one that you could fix Max..."
He looks up to him a small smile on his face.
"But what can we do against Dremon? And would any be willing to break a promise made...even out of jest."
He bows his head. Nodding again
"We all have secrets Max, stories we much rather keep to ourselvs. Keep them, it is not my place to know unless you wish me to know."
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Post by Maximilian Mainor on Oct 9, 2006 11:43:02 GMT -5
"Fine, I said he could have my first daughter. How could I possibly know that I'm one of those Vampires who can actually conceive Vampire children.."
He muttered, watcing the holes in his hand disappear gradually, the blood from the bitewounds drying quickly.
"Heck, how old was, I think only a few hundred years.. and the mood was rather good, he didn't try to kill me for once.." He added, more or less muttering as he remembered the more dark days of his Vampire youht.
"You know how he was, or at least, I almost expect you to." He shrugged. " I'm the failure, Amrhod's perfect."
Big, scared Amber eyes glanced up at the Vampire Lord as Max swallowed hard.
"Ulrica is going to kill me again, isn't she?"
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Oct 9, 2006 11:46:59 GMT -5
Ryu takes in a deep breath and stands up. Brushing off his robes and look toward the night sky.
"I know how Dremon is...how I have even close to stayed in his graces his beyond me Max..."
He looks down at Max and smiles...
"I think my student has grown up a little more then she was when you first knew her...and if Christine chooses to take Dremons hand....then what other choice does she have other then bowing her head and taking it like a grown woman with no real choice in her adult daughters life."
He nods his head.
"Let Christine choose...then infrom Ulrica if you find it so fitting my friend. That is my advice..."
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Post by Maximilian Mainor on Oct 9, 2006 11:52:37 GMT -5
"I ain't going to tell Christine anything, in fact, I don't feel like reminding our good Lord that I have made a promise when I was young, and not yet wise.."
He coughed.
".. or wise enough to make such a decision."
Max sighed, resting his arms on his knees, laying his head in hand.
"How easy the world could be if the bloody man would just die.. What a pity, he's immortal. If I could kill him I most certainly would."
A depressed frown appeared on his forehead.
"But then again, it's probably very suicidal to even think about it."
he glanced up at the Vampire Lord again, a thought coming to mind.
"How's Hope, it's nearly time for her miazuage isn't it? Or something like that, Ulrica tried to explain, I don't get the Geisha stuff. Don't get me wrong, they're pretty and all.."
He shurgged.
"Just not my taste.."
Of course, Ulrica had beena Geisha once, but that had slipped the mind for now.
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Oct 9, 2006 11:54:43 GMT -5
Ryu laughed and nodded his head.
"Soon, very soon. We're letting her make the decision as to when it will happen."
He luaghs. Happy at the change of conversation. Even speaking of such things could be dangerous.
"If you wish to see her fallow me."
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Post by Maximilian Mainor on Oct 9, 2006 12:05:31 GMT -5
"heya, frozen adoptive father, hello girl who lived in my house for sixteen years while you weren't actually mine.."
Max chuckled, getting up carefully.
"It's still funny how that turned out, ah well, Amrhod is happy so I guess I'm too... although whenever the urge hits him again he can pick another girl.."
He brushed off the clothes Ryu had given him, since his own were probably soaked by now since they had been frozen too.
"I still don't get it why Hope went from Samurai to Geisha, but I think I understand.." He said, walking after the Japanese Lord, through the temple to where his niece/adoptive daughter probably lived or anything.
"Hope simply isn't very violent, is she not?"
A smug smile appeared on his face as he thought about something, his impish little brain conjuring up an evil plan as he examined the Lord before him.
"Well, and Hope is almost like a daughter to you isn t she?" He said casually, not really implying to anything.
"And her mizuage must be a rather big thing for her, I mean, it isn't exactly romantic or anything..."
At least, to him it seemed not. He hated the whole idea of the mizuage, but it was tradition and culture, and Hope would probably want it anyway.
"And it would be horrible if some man, someone she doesn't know or anything, wins the bidding.." He looked at the Lord with an evil glittering in his eyes.
"So, are you placing a bid too?"
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