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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Feb 15, 2006 20:24:31 GMT -5
 The Temples front garden is beautiful and large, inviting and warm. Though the invitation is only to a few. And those who enter must ask first permission of the Lord to enter his temple. |
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Post by Kotomada Ryu on Mar 24, 2006 5:28:56 GMT -5
Kotomada, the youngest of the thirteen children Ryu sired, entered the temple after one of the journey's he had made through Japan. He had helped a few Japanese Vampires in the South, who seemed to be plagued by rather presistent Vampirehunters. His father had asked him to go, his first mission all on his own.
He was of the same age as Dimitri, born in the same year, 1964; the year of the Dragon.
He returned wary, tired and practically exhausted, and hoped his father would let him rest before he hasked anything else of him. He would not show his tiredness however, he was Samurai. Just like his father, and all his siblings. Perhaps not as good a Samurai as Dimitri, but that never bothered him.
He was his best friend, and would never hold a grudge against him.
The last time they spoke Dimitri had said that he would make a visit to Cairo, to find out what had happened to his mother, they hadn't spoken since then.
It made him wonder what his beloved friend was doing now, and somewhere he longed to travel to Cairo too. To talk, and train with his friend would be lovely, but most of all he was curious about Cairo, having heard so much about the Egyptian capital.
And so he sighed deeply, entering the temple, hoping to speak with Ryu. his father, soon.
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Mar 24, 2006 23:44:06 GMT -5
(OOC: Yamamoto is the last name, Ryu is his first....so ya know)
Ryu stands from where he was sitting deep within his great temple. His home, his refuge. And his youngest had returned home. A smile graces his beautiful features as he lets out a very long breath. Calling his son to him.
"Welcome home young one."
His voice carries through these ancient walls, his home, his palace. And he sits back down within it's deep comfert. Waiting for his son to come to him.
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Post by Kotomada Ryu on Mar 26, 2006 10:45:07 GMT -5
(OOC: I know, I'm just lazy.  ) His father's voice, so clear in his head, did not even surprise him anymore. He had practically done it from the day he was born, to him there was no difference between a spoken word, or a message send. He almost wanted to argue he wasn't young anymore, but knew it would only sound childish. He didn't even kow how old his father was, so he no foot to stand upon. He found him in the Dojo, deep in the temple. Whether he had been training or meditaing he did not know, neither would he ask. He bowed deeply out of respect for his father, waiting for his reply. He was tired, but he would wait. It wouldn't have been respectfull to ignore his father's wish to come. |
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Mar 26, 2006 23:22:10 GMT -5
Ryu smiles a truely warm smile as he places his hand on his sons head. The smile gracing his face long enough for it to warm his features a bit.
"You come back with much honor son, you come back with all the rights to carry our family name. I am truely proud of you this night."
He nods his head. Very few, other then Dimitri, and few of his own children had come back with honor. He touches belowe his sons chin and lifts his face up a bit.
"What is your wish my son? I know you have one, ask, and it shall be yours if I can give it to you."
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Post by Kotomada Ryu on Mar 27, 2006 11:23:30 GMT -5
"With your permission father, I would like to rest, and then go for Cairo, I want to see Dimitri again..."
And see Cairo of course, he hadn't been off the island all his life. It had been his father's wish, so that he would learn about the ways of Japan, but his curiousity never left him.
"Unless you have other wishes.." he left the question hanging in the air, knowing his father would say them anyway.
All his siblings had gone through all of this, and not all had either survived, or completed the challenge of being a true samurai. He tried tho, trying so hard to not let his father down, but sometimes it could be so hard.
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Post by Yamamoto Ryu on Mar 27, 2006 11:28:07 GMT -5
Ryu smiles as he leans back a bit into the cusions of his seat. He opens one eye and then the other.
"You may rest son, and you may go to Cario, a man must learn the world of our kind to live within it son. Always remember our ways, and never forget them, we live and die by the sword son. But also remember that the world out there could care less our ways, and most of our race does not care about honor, pride, and true inner power."
He places his hand on his sons head again and smiles.
"Leave with my consent, but come back home within 2 years, if you do not, I will come and find you."
He fully closes his eyes again and lets out a soft breath. When he does open them he smiles at his son. His word was final, and he had no more to say this night.
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Post by Kotomada Ryu on Mar 27, 2006 11:33:50 GMT -5
Kotomada nodded respectfully, although his heart leapt with joy and anticipation.
He bowed again, leaving the room slowly. He had hoped for perhaps a conversation, but it had been he who had asked for help, so he would not change his wish.
leaving the part of the temple he finally sighed fully, feeling the weariness rest upon his shoulder.
He would seek out his friend, but not right now.
They would meet again, and he would need his help. Somehow, Kotomada felt dread. Something was coming, although he wasn't quite sure what was to come, or going on.
He shrugged it off, planning to discuss it with Dimitri alone.
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