Post by The Unforgiven on Feb 27, 2014 18:21:41 GMT -5
September 25th 23CLE
A clear day, the sun lay high in the sky and quiet ruled the land. However, a breeze soon kicked up, it grew until the wind almost howled between the trees. Yasuo marched his way past cherry trees along a path, sheathed blade in hand. He assumed he was being watched, ninjas were far from his favorite kind of people. His long ponytail swayed in the breeze, a stone cold look solid on his face. He himself seemed to be one with the air, his clothes and armor moving with it. Underneath his grim glare he actually quite liked the scenery, the leaves rustling around the area created a calming backdrop of sound.
Yasuo had heard rumors, rumors that could help him avenge all those Ionians who had fallen to his blade over the course of his manhunt. Rumors of a Noxian, wielding the wind technique, Yasuo knew not the name, but he knew of someone who might. Although Yasuo wasn't fond of Ninjas in the slightest, they had their uses, information was something they usually had in abundance, not to mention they wouldn't be as inclined to hand him over to the Ionian military. Now here he was, at the Kinkou's doorstep searching for answers, everyday his thirst for the truth strengthened. His honor began to die with this thirst, receiving information from ninjas or Noxians, anyone willing to help him, he no longer cared whether it was against his code or not.
Ionian steel caught the sun, flashing a bright light as Yasuo drew his blade from it's scabbard. He wanted answers, and now, in his mind the best way to attract attention was to disrupt the flow of things. He twirled his blade this way and that, the wind kicked up higher and higher until it roared deafeningly. Then it stopped, without warning Yasuo sheathed his blade once more, then, he waited.
Post by The Eye of Twilight on Feb 28, 2014 2:03:32 GMT -5
"Yasuo... They call you the Unforgiven on the field of justice, but what is so unforgivable about a man who wanders the soil of a land which was his home, that had became so foreign and hostile to him to the point of absurdity?"
The man need no longer swing his blade, he have heard his wind, it's roar, and noticed the stark contrast of the wind and the man himself, whose grim face could of been considered fixed if it weren't for that tint of melancholy slipping through the air.
"You are now without employment, ronin... If our assessment of your situation is true, then you are not the cause of unbalance, but the ones suffering the effects of it. But convey."
The azure ninja would adjust his posture, he would place his palm nearer to the sheathe of his blade. But first, the response, presumably the one he anticipated, for he had sought out their order, perhaps he have really tossed his honors aside, for this act of arrival can only be shameful towards the samurai and it wouldn't be seen any other way, it would be worth more compared to their lives, that was how they operated, ninjas don't.
"What do you have to say for yourself... Exile?
Perhaps he will catch the hint, or perhaps he won't.
Post by The Unforgiven on Feb 28, 2014 22:47:47 GMT -5
Yasuo listened to the ninja's words, not trying to hide the scowl forming on his face. He did not care for Shen's view of him, he only cared that the man wouldn't fight and instead help. His scabbard and blade were still held firmly in his hand, he showed no sign of relaxing, he had been hunted for too long to ever feel comfortable again. After sternly eyeing Shen up and down he finally let out a long sigh, better to get this over with now he thought, "Exile..." He murmured, "I search for one who goes by that title, one who wields a technique similar to mine. I understand this person wields a large black blade, but I do not have much further information. I am hear to ask you for any information you have on this person."
His features did not waver, he seemed to stare right into Shen, though he knew he would have almost no chance to detect any deceit. However, he knew it would be quiet unlikely for these ninjas to not have information. If all the legends about the Kinkou were true, they would have a clue for just about anything happening in Ionia, maybe even the rest of Valoran, "I would hope you respect my quest enough to provide me with such insight." Yasuo spoke calmly.
Last Edit: Feb 28, 2014 22:50:03 GMT -5 by The Unforgiven
Post by The Eye of Twilight on Mar 7, 2014 3:16:38 GMT -5
If such answers were sought out quicker, then the man before him would presumably have already drawn his blade and blades will be darting across the field in which they converse. But nevertheless, such endeavor can still be undertaken, but it is after all, his path to follow. Whether it is a quest of truth, filled with intolerant and turbulent answers. Or denial, in exchange for the tiny glimpse of gratification obtained by staining steel with more blood.
If he sought out answers, then answers is what they will give to the man who was beginning to lost his sense of purpose, his pride, his belief in the "blade" that he wields. Through such notion would agitate him even further, this tale itself, is long, intertwined and tangled in a web of complicated matters.
The azure ninja would take his hand away from his sheathe and reform himself back into his normal gesture, as he would provide the already impatient swordsman with answers that are partial.
"You speak of the Noxian outcast. The outcast who now seeks shelter within Ionia, to reclaim herself, much like you who is now lost in your aimless journey."
Until he presents even more disturbing news.
"We can be considered to be responsible for preventing her demise, much as we do for all those who suffer the unjustified consequences of unsettling time much as we would render ourselves motionless during peace and tranquility."
The Exile was thoroughly interesting in her desires, as if she would pave the floor before her with glass as she treads on them with her steady pace, it makes him question whether or not her intention was to break them. But alas, perhaps she would forget someone who sought out deadlier encounters then the state who held her like a sister in arms.
"You are your own blade's master. Whether you use it to enforce justice or whether you use it to bestow prejudice. Both is justified in your circumstance, the question is, if it is satisfaction that you seek, or if it is what you set it out to be at first, honor and how you will render it yours again."
Post by The Unforgiven on Mar 7, 2014 19:08:11 GMT -5
How dare they? How dare these ninjas, how dare this country? Yasuo's mind blanked with anger, Shen's words antagonizing him. He was the Unforgiven, he had protected Ionia from Noxians, but now they let one stroll in, one with more Ionian blood on her sword than his own. How dare she seek shelter in the very land she helped sunder? They would hunt their own kin, but allow their mortal enemy to walk amongst them, surely the elders were mad? Whether she had slain the elder or not, she would not be allowed here for long, Yasuo would make sure of that.
Though anger raged inside, Yasuo did not mirror this hatred, rather he look hollowed. His spirit only truly faded for a moment before it flared once more. He still held faith, perhaps the others would also see it his way, see the true monster in their midst. Perhaps Irelia would see this Noxian off, he knew she had seen the terror of the war, Yasuo expected her to understand this was no place for Noxians. He comforted himself with that thought, though his Ionian brothers and sisters had lost faith in him, he had to resolve not to lose faith in them.
Shen would only receive a hollow stare as he continued to speak, and the faintest of twitches as he mentioned he had helped this outcast. Yasuo continued to remind himself the Kinkou did not partake as deeply in politics, the very reason he was here. She would have been shown the same neutrality he was receiving now.
Yasuo listened carefully to Shen's last words. He wanted his honor, he wanted his home, he wanted a family again, but what he needed was peace. Yasuo needed to walk the countryside without fear of his own brethren, he needed his brother to stop haunting him in the dark nights. He needed to be forgiven for something he'd never done. And so now he spoke, asking his final questions for the ninja, "What is her name, how strong is she, and where will she be in the next few days?"
Inside, Yasuo prayed he'd finally found his mark, finally found the one who'd taken everything from him.
Post by The Eye of Twilight on Mar 13, 2014 1:37:47 GMT -5
It is somewhat fascinating, that the man before him, who would pursuit the individual that have cost him everything to have known nothing about who that person is, or at least, to not have a adequate assessment of such person's capability. That would of been doubt.
but the ronin's disheveled look does well for an answer, no man under the pursuit of a country could possibly gather additional information and so he is here, seeking answers that the Kinkou will or will not deliver. Perhaps what he has to offer will cure his troubled soul...
"Riven. Her name is Riven." He doubted that the man before him didn't know who she was without knowing her name, but as if to confirm pre-existing suspicions, said it firmly.
"If you were to arrive at an earlier date, then her presence would still be in place. Her gathering of support is not unknown around these parts and neither can someone of such distinctive attributes slip by so easily within the common crowd."
"She might return to the Kinkou from time to time, when, we do not know... But we do not wish blood to be spilled on our territory again, much trouble was caused by the turbulence of such event."
Memories would flow back to the day that their temple was usurped and utilised, memories not of nostalgia, that is certain.
Knowing that one question he yet had unanswered, he made a slight observation on Yasuo and very swiftly, made an assessment of his current situation and one who he wishes to point his sharpened sword towards.
"You can not present a decomposed rotten corpse in front of the Ionian Elders expecting yourself to be proved innocent, that unless you would be irrational, you wouldn't do. But that perhaps should be placed at a lower priority in comparison to who you are dealing with."
Post by The Unforgiven on Mar 29, 2014 12:32:45 GMT -5
Yasuo stared at Shen, and as he spoke his face turned to one of extreme disappointment. Perfect he thought, the ninjas had decided not to keep tabs on a powerful Noxian walking through a land they had once invaded. Atleast he had a name now, and he had no intention of bringing a corpse, only a fool would. He needed this woman alive to prove his innocence, Yasuo knew he could squeeze out the truth. He was not at all impressed by the fact that Riven had beaten Udyr , anyone who had truly mastered the wind technique would be ashamed to be beaten by a prideful homeless man covered in animal fur, "That's not a very good testament to her skill but if that's what you want to hold her to so be it." Yasuo remarked in a slightly sarcastic tone.
He continued in an irritated tone, his dislike of the ninjas showing clearly, "I had no intentions of bringing a corpse to the elders, I need her to be able to show them my innocence. I'm quite surprised to hear that you aren't keeping watch on her, a Noxian war criminal is not something you let wander Ionia. What's to say if she hacks up another elder? Who's really at fault in that position?" His anger growing, Yasuo reached down to the rope belt he carried with him. His hand came back up with a container and he took a deep drink of the sake inside. Yasuo took a moment to breathe and then looked to Shen calmly again.
"If you have no further information on Riven's whereabouts then I will take my leave. Thank you for the help you've given me." His voice did hold some sincerity, the man had given him a name, and a named person was much easier to find than an unknown. He took a quick, very short bow and turned away, just talking to the ninja was disgraceful. He began his march away from the temple, the wind howling just as it had when he entered, rustling trees and biting exposed skin. Perhaps he need only listen for news, surely it wouldn't be easy for her to hide.
Post by The Eye of Twilight on Apr 9, 2014 2:55:32 GMT -5
The rugged disheveled man left his presence, he had thought that he would be unsatisfied with the information that he had offered him, but answers will find themselves to him, in due time.
It is clear that he believes the wild wandering man to be of no real threat to any true warrior of the blade, such opinions divulged through his sheer annoyance, sarcastic and a face of the slightest contortion known to any who would lay shameful at the mercy of a man, by the face of the victor.
It was not a battle for him to fight, nor was it a battle where he needed to pick his side. Shen would only hold a little shard of trust as to the man who had left before and his capability to keep his cool when this manifestation of dishonor and shame would present herself before him.
The bottle wouldn't empty itself of course, but when the bottle does empty, his head will need to do the reasoning for him. For first you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
That and the idealistic belief, held by a rebellious woman, who had decided to spread her dreams under the feet of other people. But judging by his understanding of Noxians, that is why she had decided to depart from Noxus. for people in Noxus would not tread softly on her dreams, they would trample on it, step on it and shatter it like the frail glass that it is. It is why she came to Ionia, for people here are more sympathetic, sentimental and as the old saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
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