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Current Boy, you're like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point.
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I think I should write a pithy roleplay about how an expenditure of effort does not entitle you to your perception of an equivalent reward. Anyone know someone who'd be interested?
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Okay, let's be honest for a second here, if we stop the status bar from being edgy angst land it really doesn't have anything going for it except sheer autism.
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7 yrs ago
Does anyone know where you can get a white trilby embroidered with threatening messages? Asking for a friend.
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7 yrs ago
My genius truly knows no bounds. Only an intellect as glorious as mine can possibly G3T K1D.
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"Thank you for your assistance, Kei." Takumi would reply to Kei, opening his palms to her and bowing his head slightly.

"If you are interested, it would be my pleasure to take you out to enjoy a meal - You have been most helpful throughout the trip." He smiled. The offer was both customary and sincere - Takumi's taste for wealth had left him with an appreciation for the finer things, and Yamagakure was sadly lacking in anything gourmet due to the ascetic lifestyle that its people led. It was pleasant enough to eat in Yamagakure - some of the local cuisine was simply delicious - but it was nothing compared to what Kyokujitsu no Tochi had to offer. It was perhaps the best place to eat on the entire continent due to its heavy emphasis on farming and the production of other goods, and its people were passionate about their food - it, all in all, made the entire premise of visiting very promising.

"If not, I will be able to find Chiyoko of my own accord, and I thank you again for your time." He added on as an afterthought, before holding the same book he had been poring over on the Isle of Chuusei up to chest level and flicking through the pages idly. His centre of vision was still on Kei, but he was able to read simultaneously. He did, for a brief second, wonder if Kei would be offended at his not offering her his full attention, but it seemed unlikely that she would be particularly bothered. He wasn't ignoring her, by any means, but his time was valuable and his book offered information that could be valuable in the coming hours.
"It will be nice to see your lands again, Lady Ayameko. I shall return with you, then, if you would do me the great honour of allowing me to travel with you?" Takumi smiled, sidling around the table in order to stand with Ayameko and her entourage. The process of negotiating and ushering in a universal currency was difficult due to the widely-held reluctance to change that people were notorious for, but it was something that could be done when sufficiently knowledgable minds gathered together.

"If Yamagakure and Kyokujitsu no Toshi both exist under the banner of a single currency, the rest of the world has no choice but to follow. I am sure that we would both like a universal currency for different reasons, but the power given to Kyokujitsu no Toshi is of little consequence, wouldn't you agree? After the destruction that the Bijuu rained down upon the world, we could all do with being more unified - and helping those hit by the worst of the destruction should be our primary concern. Our villages have been lucky, and able to stabilise to comfortable degrees, but the Land of Earth and Wind-that-was is still in dire need of aid, and the change to a universal currency would aid them greatly. Speaking of aid, Lady Ayameko, how many bushels of wheat were you thinking of donating to Iwagakure? Yamagakure will donate an equal amount of wheat as a sign of goodwill to the Land of Earth. Anything less would diminish us all."

Takumi's motives were certainly twofold here - on one hand, the fate of the Earth and Wind's people was not something that mattered to him in the slightest. If they returned to the rocks that bore them, there would be no sadness - only opportunity. However, relations with Kyokujitsu no Toshi, Yamagakure's only true rival with regards to economic success, were extremely important for the coming months - and Windspeaker Touho would most certainly approve of donating crops to those less fortunate. It would be an ideal way to ensure that every party involved walked away with some degree of happiness.

"If you would wish for me to come to the south with you, Lady Ayameko, it would be my pleasure - but I am equally as content to stay in the capital and speak with Ambassador Chiyoko about currency. 'Tis I who will be serving your whims, not vice versa, Lady Ayameko - You most certainly deserve the comfort of your home, after what you have done for this world." Takumi replied, before taking the pouch of gold coins on his belt and dumping it on to the table behind him. Gold would have no value where he was going, after all, and it was hardly as if he would go without in Kyokujitsu no Toshi.
"Yes, if we trade oats..." Takumi began, mumbling to himself as he leafed through more of the pages of his book, before settling on a page and skimming its contents briefly.

"If it would be beneficial, Lady Ayameko, some number of the oats could be reduced in exchange for some of your country's famous spices? They were much appreciated when we got them last, and several people have asked for a restock. If not, while a shame, the agreed trade is perfectly acceptable." he replied, nodding curtly, before standing up as Ayameko did. The trade required only one more word - either a yes, or a no. Their business was largely concluded with regards to more complex sentences.

"You are still a shining example of health, Lady Ayameko, and I only hope to be nearly as spry as yourself when I enter into my later years." He smiled, along with the other two, before raising his right hand and snapping his fingers. His entourage of followers that had been seated behind him stood up and turned to leave, talking among themselves about the preparations for transporting the requested goods to Kyokujitsu. Ayameko was perhaps the only trade partner that Takumi felt comfortable sending goods in a delayed fashion to - Ayameko rarely used currency in her dealings, and she had always been a fair and reliable trade partner - others did not have nearly so pristine a record.

"If you wish for me to come to Kyokujitsu in order to further discuss things, Lady Ayameko, it would be my pleasure. I would be happy to afford you a degree of comfort. I would be happy to accompany you back now if there are things to be discussed - and even if not, it has been too long since I spent time in your lovely village. I believe I have some things to discuss with regards to switching to Kyokujitsu's brand of currency, anyway? The value of gold is no longer as stable as it once was, and your system is remarkably difficult to forge. I believe it could benefit both of our countries greatly, Lady Ayameko." Takumi smiled, warmly meeting Ayameko's gaze. It never hurt to invest in goodwill, even if the two were only being friendly for the sake of appearances.
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"I am pleased to hear it, Lady Ayameko." came the reply, almost as if it were a practiced dance between the two. They were only as good as the facades they maintained, after all, and even the slightest mistake could have ramifications in the future far beyond the scope of the mistake. It was almost terrifying to think of the razor-fine edge upon which the hidden village's politics so neatly rested upon, but it was very clear that each player in the great game was of considerable skill - Takumi, Ayameko and Touzoku included. Each had a role to play, and each played it perfectly.

With the offer of wheat, Takumi picked his book up and begun to flick through its pages with practiced precision, before stopping over some precursory notes on the likelihood of what Ayameko would offer in trade. He'd been right about the product, but his math of quantities had been very slightly off - perhaps the harvest was better than expected, or perhaps Ayameko wanted the iron quite badly. It seemed from her previous statement that the former was true, so with an imperceptible smirk he continued to rifle through the pages, briefly mumbling words that sounded like calculations under his breath as he worked out the value that he could squeeze out of Ayameko's offer. It was fair, but Yamagakure was in no need of wheat, and a quick glance at his notes on the situations of the other villages indicated that they were not particularly wanting of wheat either. It was a fairly staple crop.

"I'm afraid, Lady Ayameko, that wheat is not currently something that we are able to trade for - it is something we too have grown a plentiful amount of this harvest. I would be able to accept the equivalent value of the wheat in oats, or perhaps there is something else you wish to trade? I could also switch the shipments of iron and we could reduce the amount of oats accordingly, if you would find that more acceptable?" He spoke, peering up from the book at the last few words. His left hand idly reached across to the quill on his section of the table, dipped it into the pot of ink nearby, and began to make calculations outside on the paper. They were largely meaningless, but he had long known of Touzoku's impressive abilities - he could not hide anything that he was writing down from her. Still, he was only writing down the possible projected profits - they were reasonably high, as perhaps was expected of the Treasurer.
"It took the Champion to stymie the spread of the plague... And even I almost failed. Nobody could have been prepared for that plague." Akaritori replied as her flesh returned to her, and the eight wings blossomed forth from her back, almost as if signalling a rebirth, or some other momentous occasion befitting the catharsis that had just spread throughout the room. Akaritori cracked her neck briefly before sheathing Masayoshi, and returning to her desk to continue peering at the book that she had been reading as Allia had entered.

"I'm glad you got the closure you wanted. It is nice to know that there was at least one who survived everything." she replied to Allia, before setting herself back in the exact same posture that she'd been in all day, prior to the little outburst that had just happened - oddly enough, she didn't even seem remotely fazed by the fact there was a gaping hole in her wall. She thought to herself about the rage that had gripped Zilant, and wondered if she had been forced to hold her rage back for as long as he had if anything would have survived her wrath. The thought was terrifying, to say the least. Now, she had the Windspeaker to help with her latent rage, and that was something that she was eternally thankful for. It was still a little difficult to think back to the destruction of Exae, to think of the darkness that had possessed her so easily, but it was necessary. It reminded her of what she was, and how she got to where she was.

"Don't even bother attempting to make appointments when you need to see me. My receptionist is about as useful as the criminals we lock away in the Citadel Tower." she added, the words sounding like a joke but the tone not changing at all - it was a relatively jarring experience to listen to Akaritori make humourous remarks. It was a talent that she had never been particularly good at. She turned again to the whole in the wall, and she remembered that Takumi was on the Isle of Chuusei negotioating a trade with Kyokujitsu. She'd have to call upon Isao to come fix her wall. The mere thought of it made her furrow her brow before she resumed looking at the book, flicking the page casually.

Akaritori was, if nothing else, dedicated to her work.
Akaritori had no words for Allia - despite everything, she had not been driven to fury like she had in the past, and Zilant was now. It was impressive, in its own little way, that a small part of Naya lived on. The thought brought a happy smile to the Yamakage's face, despite the fury of Zilant being directed at her in its entirety. Akaritori had weathered far worse than a dragon's fire in her time - especially from a dragon like Zilant, that was comparatively a whelp - and that same resolute hardness was still etched deep into her very being, preventing her from saying anything back to the young woman.

She mustered up the will to speak, to say something - to tell her that no, she wasn't a child after surviving everything that she had survived, that she could be anrgy if she so chose, that... She didn't even know any more. The one regret in Akaritori's life that she had never been able to let go of had followed her even to Yamagakure, but in some ways she had expected it to happen. She had thought of it every night for five years after she burned the continent to the ground.

Still - she was Yamakage, the Judge-Magister of Yamagakure, and her claims of power had been tested. It was something that she had to respond to. If she didn't, her titles and powers were meaningless. If she could be challenged, openly, with impunity, her reign meant nothing. That was something that she could not let happen, and even though she was gripped deeply by regret, she was a soldier. She had duties to attend to, even when honour was difficult, and she would attend to them.

"You doubt me." came the words, in a decidedly darker tone, as Akaritori stood up from her desk and unsheathed Masayoshi. She turned to face the dragon, in all of his fury, and let the breath wash over her. It was nothing that she could not take. It was nothing that she could not bear. Still, the appropriate response was not to take his rage - as much as she wanted to let him loose his rage upon her, she was a Kage - she had responsibilities, claims to defend, and people to care for.

"Shikōsai!"


The burst of light was intense enough to temporarily blind even Akaritori (if she hadn't been wearing her goggles) as the wings of light that sprouted from her back suddenly vanished and her form was replaced by pure light - something only the Champion of Exae could do - and her elemental form was bathed in dragonfire to no avail. Zilant could not even burn Akaritori's mortal body, never mind her ascended form.

With a stern gaze, and an outstretched left hand, she pointed at Zilant and made a motion downwards with her hand, speaking as she did so: "Gijin no Shisen."

The Gaze of the Righteous, perhaps the least powerful of her ascended form's techniques, was one of the flashiest and most effective in situations where permanent harm was not desired or required. Zilant, in the space of less than a second, would be cowed - brought to the ground by some almighty force that squeezed at his body, forcing him into as close to a kneeling position that a dragon could be in. There would be some pain, but it would hardly be enough to penetrate the sheer hot-blooded rage of the dragon.

"I was a champion, once, Zilant. I had greater powers than I do now... I could tap into the very heart of the Lightforge, the very font of the Judge-Magisters' power! I carry with me a mere trace of that power now, of the forge that gave birth to Exae, and it is more than enough to lay you low before the power of Justice! I understand your rage, more than anybody, but I cannot let you contest my power freely. I am everything that I have claimed to be, and you will accept that. Do you understand?"

The celestial form of the Kage then turned to Allia:

"I would never kill him for succumbing to the same rage I did... And you are no child, to have survived everything that you have. Naya would be proud of you."
"The... Citadel?" Akaritori spoke, as soon as Allia was blown into her desk, losing herself briefly in the memory of the room in which she'd been coronated, so many years ago. She remembered every detail - the procession, the decorations, being given Masayoshi... And the oath. The oath brought her into deeper memories, darker memories, of the war that she'd won only to destroy her beloved Exae herself. But it hadn't been her beloved Exae for a very long time - since she was coronated. They'd let her down. The Judges, the Magisters, the Judge-Magisters... Everyone - her brothers and sisters in law, her so-called family had let her believe her family alive for two years before... They had forged letters back, told her sweet nothings to ensure that she kept focused on saving their worthless hides. They were just as corrupt as the plague that should have taken them. They had deserved to burn.

But this girl? If she was from Exae, if she had suffered because... If she had survived the war... It was a horrible thought. Then, it had been a horrible act, and Akaritori knew the act exactly for what it was when she performed it. She had thought them all evil, those who survived, but this little whelp of a girl? She was glad that she hadn't burned with the rest of them. It was a horrible way to die, even for the scum that the council of Exae had turned out to be.

"... I happened to Exae. After... After I won them the war, they told me that my family had died. They'd impersonated them for two years without telling me to make sure I saved their worthless hides, and in my grief I destroyed everything... I suppose that includes your family, and your dragon's family too..." She started, beginning to sound a little mournful - sad - guilty, even.

"I was the Pride of Exae... I was the Champion that held back the war... And I broke my oath because they broke theirs. I... I'm sorry, for what happened to your family. And to your dragon's. If there's anything you'd ask of me, anything you want me to do in penance... Please, let me know. If it is in my power, I will grant it to you - that I swear."
It was fitting that the Sankage, the most powerful person in one of the most powerful nations, had chosen to represent her village personally in the trade. What was not fitting, however, was her assumptions about Takumi. She had fallen exactly into the attitude that he had hoped to inspire in those he could conceivably consider his rivals. Her ignorance of his ignorance was, in its own little way, ironic and laughable, but Takumi did not laugh. It would have been unwise to underestimate the Sankage, her daughter, or her assistant. None of them would dare attack on the Isle of Chūsei - the peace treaty that had been signed had clear ramifications for any that would dare break the truce - but there were other ways to be underhanded. Other ways to wage the war that gripped every society that had ever existed - the war of information. No society was without its secrets, and those secrets were the treasure of every other society. Those who did not participate in the game were its unwitting pawns, and those who did wagered a risky reward. Life and death hung in the balance, even in the neutral isle - but whose lives was less clear than in an open war. That was what the most intellectual players of the game enjoyed.

"Shodai Sankage Hyakuyondaime Hokage Yotogodaime Tanikage Shichishodai Shikata Ayameko," Takumi began, returning the gesture and bowing, "Lady Touzoku," he repeated the gesture, "and Lady Yoriko." and again he gestured. The tone was a little obsequious, but sounded thoroughly sincere - and it was. Formality and good business ethic despite one's personal opinions were the most stable bricks with which to lay a healthy foundation, and there was no structure ever built that could survive for any meaningful length of time without a stable foundation. Whether or not each party returned the gesture was meaningless, but he doubted that they would abstain. Every action and non-action alike were considered by those on formal meetings with emissaries of other countries, regardless of their status within that country - and Takumi knew that Touzoku and Ayameko both knew that. He assumed Kei did as well, given that she was travelling with the Sankage.

"I trust your trip to the Isle was comfortable?" he asked, simply because it was expected despite its banal nature, and did not wait long for a response. If there was a response, it would likely be only a few words. He would reciprocate if asked the question in return, but it was not too likely that that would happen - still, it was his job to be prepared for everything.

"I trust you are still interested in the shipment of chakra-forged iron I have? Ten tonnes, though another five are being produced to be sold shortly thereafter." Takumi began, flicking through an ominously large book in front of him as he did so.
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