[D5 EE] Final Rites (OPEN)

[Ide Amaya]

Hideo did the same, although he does not drink as deeply as she does. He nods approvingly. "Good. If you wish we can get another, or I can have some sake brought over" he spoke in a quiet comforting voice.

She drains the remainder of her kumis, suppressing a wry pull at her mouth, for she doesn't enjoy the taste. She is looking around at the gathered mourners, seeing their expressions of grief as they drink or talk or watch the pyre, and their suffering is immense, bring fresh streams of tears that streak her cheeks. She does not appear to have heard the Imperial's question.

[Kaiu Hiroji]

"It is true, though others' blows rang out harder."

"Hello again, Hiroji-san. Each time we've met, there has been a battle. It is good to break that record this evening."

Hiroji bows to the dragon when he approaches. "Indeed Udo-San. How are you holding up?"

[Matsu Yurio]

"Hmm. I have not fought in battle either, but that is not a way to win over a potential match."

"Aha!"

She taps her hip again.

"I inherited the ancestral sword of my sensei for my skills. Surely Matsu-san has something noteworthy about him."

"I am a second son and eighth child. There was nothing left for me to inherit. Everything is ahead of me, Miya-sama."

[Otaku Kitakuhime]

“Onward,” she says and heads towards Kitakuhime.

When Khulun arrives, she is served in a cup, but also given a bottle, so she could serve Kitakuhime and pass others.

"In this life we will tell your tale. In the next, we ride together again. SHIOTOME!!!"

Kitakuhime finally raises her own cup to honor the Shiotome.

Kogo-san realizes Otaku-sama's duties and nods to her, drinking the sake.

Then, she sips from the liquid, looking to the samurai gathering around them in honor of the fallen hero.

[Miya Mei]

"I am a second son and eighth child. There was nothing left for me to inherit. Everything is ahead of me, Miya-sama."

Mei sighs a little.

"Perhaps I should say you will grow. You make it hard to sell, Matsu-san. But I shall do my best. Shall we start the game then?"

[Matsu Kogo]

Kitakuhime finally raises her own cup to honor the Shiotome.

Kogo-san realizes Otaku-sama's duties and nods to her, drinking the sake.

Then, she sips from the liquid, looking to the samurai gathering around them in honor of the fallen hero.[/quote]

Kogo sips again with the Otaku, pleased with what she sees in one who Otaku Chi-pu was so committed to. "I am sure you know how proud she was of you. Even to one who knew her for such a little time, she spoke of you with pride."

[Seppun Hideo]

She drains the remainder of her kumis, suppressing a wry pull at her mouth, for she doesn't enjoy the taste. She is looking around at the gathered mourners, seeing their expressions of grief as they drink or talk or watch the pyre, and their suffering is immense, bring fresh streams of tears that streak her cheeks. She does not appear to have heard the Imperial's question.

Hideo bit his lip. He knew she would be upset but this was more than he expected. He leans in to whisper "Amaya-chan, I understand your pain. You and your kin have lost someone dear, and it's ok to grieve. Remember you are in public though. If you wish I can walk you back to your yurt?"

[Yogo Mizuki]

"Thank you, Butaj-san." Mizuki lifts her mask enough where can still drink and see. She just hopes there is no questions about who is that Crane girl? Mizuki tries to pull her hood forward some, so that only people looking directly at her can see her face. She takes the drink back.

Mizuki allows the minor tension to resolve itself and joins in the toast, drinking some of the kumis. After she finishes she asks Butaj, "Did you know Otaku-san?"

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj nods. "Butaj did. Butaj knows most other Unicorn, Butaj always goes where people are. We drank kumis together three nights ago." He says solemnly.

[Yogo Mizuki]

Mizuki takes a drink of sake. It would be impolite not to. This may explain why she confesses to a monk in an hour or so.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Her sacrifice will be remembered."

[Moto Butaj]

"That's the Unicorn way, to remember, to recall and to retell. Not to write down. Our oral traditions." Butaj nods, taking a swig from his portable kumis skin himself.

[Yogo Mizuki]

Mizuki nods. "Do you have any stories of Otaku-san?"

[Matsu Yurio]

Mei sighs a little.

"Perhaps I should say you will grow. You make it hard to sell, Matsu-san. But I shall do my best. Shall we start the game then?"

There was a larger twitch of the eyebrow at the 'grow' comment.

"If you wish, Miya-sama."

Oh so formal now.

[Miya Mei]

The Miya raises her fan and gives a bow to the Matsu.

"Remember, the goal is to sell each other to the target. Hopefully soon you will have the Otaku woman eating out of your lap."

Mei turns and begins to approach Imane.

She bows to the woman.

"Good evening Otaku-sama. A toast, to your departed friend?"

She lifts her cup.

[Ide Amaya]

Hideo bit his lip. He knew she would be upset but this was more than he expected. He leans in to whisper "Amaya-chan, I understand your pain. You and your kin have lost someone dear, and it's ok to grieve. Remember you are in public though. If you wish I can walk you back to your yurt?"

She frowns at him, confused, this was a funeral, surely a few tears were warranted? Still, she takes a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and delicately dries her eyes. Her lips pressed together in a line.