Sherry
Spring was definitely in full effect. The mornings were still pleasant enough, just a bit cool, and warming up steadily throughout the day. Some flowers were already in full, blooming splendor, and others, like the beautiful dripping wisteria, would soon be unfurling their petals in all their stunning glory. As was expected, the embassy was in absolute perfect order—everything was spotless and tidy, inside and out. The paths had been painstakingly cleared, the greenery pruned. 

The little Scorpion herself was likewise in her most presentable form. Her furisode bore the striking colors of their clan, accented with white and gold, the epitome of elegance even if it was worn in a more provocative styling with the collar opened wide to expose her clavicles and part of her shoulders. The dangling jewels on her mask glittered in the sunlight whenever she turned her head; the numerous hair ornaments she wore jangled softly, catching the light with almost blinding brilliance. 

If she was to be something of the public relations and good will representative of the clan, it was important that Kotori pressed her most striking asset to full potential, and that asset happened to be her striking appearance.

Dainty hands remained clasped lightly before her as she awaited their newest arrivals. It was unfortunate that Yuto was unable to be present, but his duties were many and required his attention. The little Scorpion was happy to step in and assist in the welcome. 

Hearing the rattling of carriage wheels, she turned her vulpine gaze towards the gates and waited.



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John
*Shosuro Kaze fanned himself lazily as he walked into the palace. As a Shosuro it had rankled to learn that a Bayushi was placed above him in the Clan's hierarchy here. Not so much that it would affect his performance, of course, but enough that he felt the need to lodge subtle protest. That need would have been enhanced had he known that he would not be his superior greeting him, but rather a courtier given the task, as if his arrival were something of lesser import that could be delegated to a more junior official. Kaze was a Scorpion and he would do his duty, but the beginning of this assignment did not feel right to him.*

*His protest was a small one, of course, and subtle. He strode into the palace grounds with a more confident posture than was truly appropriate given his circumstances, and his manner of dress hinted at his displeasure too, in failing to present himself so formally as he would have done otherwise. Kaze's hair and kimono were both loose, the former framing his black, gold, and crimson mask and the latter managing to stay bunched in some places to threaten to slip away in others. The attire looked very comfortable, though, and perhaps as a testament to the quality of the clothing it never did reveal anything. It carried only the promise of inappropriateness but never quite went further.*

*Upon reaching Kotori he acknowledged her with a slight tilt of his head, before bowing appropriately for a superior; not that he was sure that's what the woman was, but she was no doubt acting as representative of this 'Bayushi Yuto' who held prominence in the Shosuro city which the other Clans thought to claim. His stomach churned at the notion, but none of it carried through in his voice.* "Ohayo Gozaimasu, Bayushi-sama. I am Shosuro Kaze, and our masters have deemed it wise that I be stationed here. Meeting you here this morning is a singular experience," *He offered, words polite and pleasant, but ultimately non-commital.*
Mickey
Masaru had ridden in contemplation on the entire carriage journey. The trip had been strange, at once familiar and at the same time achingly different. He had left here last as a mere child, untutored in the art of war that would become his companion in adulthood. Certainly when he was last in the city things were... Different. A difference in leadership that was difficult to countenance. He thought to bring out his small book, and this he did, making a few marks of notes on the color of the sky and other idle whims as he rode. Until the carriage ground to a halt. He gathered his things and strode off the carriage.

His kimono was arrayed tightly, girded for respect to his superiors here, long hair hanging in a rakish manner down his back. It was unkempt, but in a carefully chosen display. His robes were flowing, concealing the shape and contour of his limbs in an effort to obscure assessment of his capabilities. He made sure his katana was clearly displayed; it was this he was here for.

He saw the other man walk in and followed him at some distance so as not to appear to be following at his heels. As the man finishes speaking, he does as well.

He bows low with respect to the delicate woman before him. "I have likewise come to serve our clan here, Bayushi-sama," He says, words coming from below a soft black mask. 

He turns to face the other man, to whom bows appropriately but no further. "Shosuro Kaze-san; it is good to meet you."

He turns back to the woman, angling himself to speak politely to both. "I am Bayushi Masaru, and for my part I was ordered to bear my sword to service here."

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Melinda
Today might have been the first and only time the Magistrate was late, believing he had more time between the investigation and coordinating temple plans. While these things were coming together positively, the fortunes had not blessed his punctuality, something he cursed himself for. Luckily he wasn't too late, falling in behind the new arrivals as they already entered the palace. Taking the haste out of his step, he made himself to the group of others with a moderate pace. 

Entering the building, the others would have seen the towering scorpion donned in standard clan colors. If it weren't for his clothes they may have thought some Hida was making a poor attempt at being a Scorpion. Unfortunately for them, Yuto was the real deal. A silk veil covered the lower half of his face, with his hair done up in a topknot, letting the rest of the hair fall and decorate his Haori. 

Before he greeted the newly arrived agents, he gave an affirming nod to Kotori who stepped in. Assigning her station near the palace was certainly beneficial when things like this happen, maybe having her be a backup wasn't such a bad idea... Shaking his head he turned to Masaru and Kaze, having already read letters of their arrivals and files of their person. 

"I hope your journeys were smooth, welcome to Ryoko Owari Toshi, Bayushi Masaru-san, Shosuro-san." Despite his stature the man spoke in a small meek tone. Shifting a glance back to Kotori, "I take it you and Chinatsu-san have prepared somewhere for us all to commune?" He inquired. 

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Sherry
*Of course* Both would arrive not only on the same day, but at the same time. 

Fortunately, Kotori had prepared for this possibility. 

When both men approached, she made a silent assessment of the two. The one to arrive on foot, Kaze, seemed slightly bedraggled; in fairness, maybe he'd had a long journey. Masaru, who had arrived by carriage in a manner not terribly dissimilar to her own, looked a bit more put together. Her expression remained welcoming and gentle, almost sweet, as she bowed in return to them both.

"Welcome Bayushi Masaru-san, Shosuro Kaze-san. I am Bayushi Kotori, and it is my pleasure and honor to welcome you to the palace. Rokugo-sama is slightly delayed by his magisterial duties, but will be available to greet you personally soon. Please, follow me." She paused just a moment, her smile growing slightly playful as she looked at Kaze. "Perhaps in time your judgment of our meeting will shift from merely singular to almost pleasant." 

She then led them both inside, and fortunately, Yuto was approaching from the other direction. Dutifully, the little Scorpion stepped to the side to allow the men to better greet and assess one another. When asked about a meeting place, she dipped into a ladylike bow, flashing a genuine smile. 

"Of course, Rokugo-sama. A reception room overlooking the east garden has been prepared with refreshments for you and our new arrivals. Quarters have likewise been readied for Bayushi Masaru-san and Shosuro-san." She looked in the direction of one of the winding halls of the palace, those halls that always seemed filled with shadows. 

"Do you wish me to attend, Rokugo-sama? Whether pouring or playing music, you need only impart your needs." 

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John
*Kaze offered a smile, but it was a perfunctory thing; it was a bare crinkling of the skin about his eyes behind the mask that concealed most of the rest of his face. Those eyes were expressive though, and intense. Not to mention alert, taking in details as readily as the tilled soil would soak up a timely rain.* "Rokugo-sama," *He said politely to the Magistrate, though in keeping with his feelings on all of what he'd walked into the bow that followed was perhaps a whisker too shallow. Not enough to comment upon, but enough for a practised eye to note.* "It is good to meet you. And you, Bayushi Masaru-san. Bayushi Kotori-san; thank you for your greetings, but I should add that it is more accurately a welcome *Back* To the palace of my family. I spent some time here in my youth," *He added cooly.*

*His eyebrows raised, and he looked around the garden, glancing meaningfully back toward the grand doors.* "It seems that it has become a rather more cosmopolitan city in my absence. May Bayushi no Kami bless us with the wit to find the opportunities that these circumstances bring."

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Mickey
As they walk, Masaru takes in the whole scope of the halls, always surprised and pleased with how powerful the edifice was. It was a shame the Clan had lost it. Almost by instinct, he took a step behind all of the others. He knew no threat would likely dare strike them here, but it would not stop his preparedness.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Bayushi Yuto-sama. My journey was tolerable enough, though I am glad to be here once more. I too was from this city. It certainly has grown."

As much as he tries to prevent it, Masaru finds it difficult to take his gaze from Kotori. The Clan was wise to keep such beauty as a welcome to their embassy.
Melinda
The man had a rather bland expression, not having any impression or feeling toward the present Samurai. Bayushi Masaru and Shosuro Kaze had yet to impart positive or negative influence, but this was merely the beginning of their journey in the city together. Yuto gave another approving nod to Kotori as she detailed where they'd meet, till he became confused by the woman's inquiry. 

"Of course, I want you, Kotori-san." He spoke simply, "Now, would you lead the way?" He let her walk ahead of them all, putting some space between the courtier and the two men. While this wasn't intentional, protective instincts overcame the Magistrate. 

"Whether your time here is a first or repetition, you'll find the city of lies is forever changing. I'm certain you and Bayushi Masaru-san will be useful." Reading between the lines, he found it an appropriate response to the Shosuros words. 

"Rokugo-sama!" A woman raised her voice, and in the distance, a small courier made her way to the group. This was Chinatsu, an attendant within the palace, assigned to Yuto as his servant. She wore plain clothes befitting her station, some would say they were a bit nicer than the average Heimins kimono. A testament to how he cared for his subordinates, however, the most prominent feature was the woman missing her right hand. Despite this disability, she served dutifully. Offering the Magistrate a wooden box that he graciously accepted. 

"Thank you, Chinatsu-san, dismissed." He spoke softly as she turned and left. Yutos eyes watched her leave for a moment before turning back to the group. Once they finally made it to the reception room, he placed the box down on the table. After everyone was seated, he formally introduced himself. 

"The display of patience is appreciated and commendable, soon I'll be briefing everyone on an important matter, but first." He bowed respectfully. "I am Bayushi no Rokugo Yuto, Magistrate of the Scorpion here in the city, and current coordinator of our agents and assets. The contact for your needs." 

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John
*As they walked and spoke, Kaze continued to watch, listen, and develop his evaluations of the three Bayushi. Certainly his manner had been a touch pointed as he lodged his unspoken protest to the circumstances of which he disapproved, but he was here to serve rather than dwell on his own displeasures.*

*Masaru, thus far, gave him little to work with in his assessment. The man fell into a guard's position at the rear of the others, but as of yet Kaze was unsure whether that presaged duty, humility, or merely a desire to watch Kotori's buttocks shifting beneath her kimono as they made their way through the palace. For now, he was assuming that any or all could be true.*

*The woman herself presented a pleasant demeanour. He'd known many Bayushi Courtiers and Shosuro Actors who were eminently capable of such a disarming display, and their targets had been fools to lower their guards. Shosuro Kaze was not such a fool, and so he remained appropriately guarded. The clear skill and charm with which she spoke would no doubt be of use, however.*

*As for the Magistrate, Yuto managed to put Kaze more at ease in his initial impressions. The professionalism with which he spoke even when Kaze deliberately let his own falter to make his point was something that the Shosuro found respectable. As was the strangely jarring contrast between the man's Crab-like build and his Phoenix-like soft words. Behind Kaze's mask a smile flashed briefly. Of the other Great Clans the Crab and Phoenix were undoubtedly those he found easiest to respect, though he hadn't expected to see their qualities mirrored in quite this combination.*

*And then there was his comment to Kotori. 'Of course, I want you.' It was a loaded phrase worthy of a pillow book, and the fact that it seemed unintentional made it all the more amusing to the worldly shugenja.*

*After hearing out Yuto, Kaze nodded respectfully. His posture had shifted from one which hinted at lazy disinterest or perhaps underlying arrogance to a straight-backed* Seiza *Posture at the table with his head subtly lowered in submission. Yet it was hard to say exactly the moment that the change had occured.* "Though my role for the Clan often places me in the courts," *Kaze explained,* "My training was as a Wardmaster." *A strange thing indeed; the Yogo almost never trained someone outside their own family. Though Yuto's reports on Kaze would no doubt have explained the man's adoption by a Yogo shugenja after his father had been interred in Traitor's Grove for blasphemy against the Celestial Order.* "I place myself at your disposal in both capacities, Rokugo-sama."

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Sherry
While the soft and pleasant smile and demure expression remained on her face, inwardly Kotori was rankled.

She expected such brusque comments from members of other clans, but not her own. It was not often she encountered samurai who met her kindness upon first meeting with such disdain, and it was even less frequent that such reactions bothered her so. This Shosuro Kaze was carefully filed under the category of "Caution".

Bayushi Masaru, on the other hand, was much more subdued. He spoke less than the other new arrival but comported himself well. He was still firmly in the "Unknown".

"As you wish, Rokugo-sama." Kotori bobbed into a small bow befitting both a lady and the situation before she began to lead the group to the aforementioned room. Fortunately, she had turned quickly at Yuto's comment, hoping the faint blush in her cheeks remained undetected. Her hair worn up and collar worn wide did provide an enticing view of the nape of her delicate neck.

The halls of Shosuro Palace were labyrinthine, and it had taken her a solid week to learn her way around. Even now she would occasionally find another corridor she couldn't be quite certain she had ever seen before. She walked slowly, not only because she was so much smaller than the three men, but also because she wanted Masaru and Kaze a bit of time to take in their surroundings. 

After a walk that seemed circuitous and yet could not have been so, they arrived at a spacious reception room. The sliding shoji doors were open to allow both a soft breeze and a splendid view of that portion of the garden; a low table was arranged in the center, around which were a number of cushions and arm rests. A tea service was already arranged and waiting; a tray, presumably holding tea snacks lay covered by a thin cloth. 

Kotori waited deferentually for the others to choose their seats before she settled into the empty space and began the tea preparations. She served each of them in turn, the cup offered graciously with both hands and a polite smile. 

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Mickey
Masaru follows the assembled company in silence, taking in the sights of the palace as he finds his way to the garden where the tea service is to be found. He found himself wondering about the wardmaster. He knew something of that magic, but also knew it to be the domain of the ill-fated Yogo family. There were interesting layers to this Scorpion, but... Why would their not be? Their clan was meant to be layered.

The Magistrate... Was also intriguing. A towering figure, it was scarce to believe he was not on the Wall, not that he would ever dream of the thought, nor did he mean it negatively. It was a positive; strength and raw power was unexpected amongst his clan; it would serve to throw their enemies off.

As he selected his seat, he did so in such a way as to be able to clearly see the three Scorpions who were with him. When Kotori reached out with the cup, he accepted it with both hands, fingertips for a moment grazing those holding the delicate cup. He spoke, his voice not that of a trained orator, but the words hoping to make that not a matter.

"A pool of water
Beauty between softened stones
The stones draw my eye"

He smiled behind his mask after delivering the poem, lowering a gentle bob of his head in acknowledgement of the tea to accompany the poem.
John
*Kaze was beginning to place a little extra weight upon his buttocks theory of Masaru's positioning.*
Melinda
As they all sat down and became situated, Yuto opened the box. Inside was his personal chop and some writing material, while it was rather rude to write while in his briefing with the two, Yuto was a busy man. When Kaze spoke of his role in court he flicked an eye upward for a brief moment, knowing he was a Shugenja from his file. It wasn't impossible for one to do both, but it did raise some suspicion. 

"Here in Ryoko-Owari-Toshi, our Clan has many pursuits, you'll find your varying talents will be exercised to the fullest during your services here." He spoke with his words layered in meaning, letting that sit before transitioning to Masaru. 

Without surprise but much disappointment, he witnessed the Bushi trying to woo Kotori. Yutos face was unwavering, as he began brushing ink within a scroll. 
"A storm of swords, 
A single flower, 
In my heart a blade, 
My hand reaches for the petal." 

After he delivered the poem his eyes shot back upward to Masaru, a sharp glance that essentially told him to focus, not wanting to deter the tension or the room. Before too much time passed he spoke once more: "Bayushi Masaru-san, I'd like to speak with you on your file. Based on your skillset you seem a favorable duelist, you're probably preference suiting to be a Yojimbo. Though there is some repute in your experience with strategy. I would like to hear more from you on this." 

It was then he raised a hand to Kotori, gesturing for her to sit beside him. Offering a hand if she needed it. While the Magistrate was kind, this seemed a formality for a test. 

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John
*The Wardmaster allowed himself a small smile at the Magistrate's poem. It seemed that his own eye was on the courtier now seated beside him. That, of course, only made her seem more dangerous in Kaze's esteem, and ensured that he was more inclined to avoid entanglements of the heart with this Kotori.*

*Otherwise, his gaze moved to the other Bushi, whom it seemed was now being invited to elaborate on his own skills.*

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Sherry
Kotori fit her small hand into Yuto's much larger one as she settled onto one of the cushions, every gesture elegant and graceful. It was unlikely the men had any appreciation for how heavy a layered kimono could be, so the offered hand had been a welcomed aid even if it was a violation of decorum. She withdrew almost immediately; after all, she had a duty to fulfill.

When fingertips brushed Masaru's her smile turned shy, eyes flicking from his face down to the table. Goodness, and then poetry, not only from the new arrival but Yuto as well? She kept her eyes lowered modestly, willing herself to keep from blushing. She was not immune to flattery, after all, and being the presumed inspiration of impromptu poetry *Was* Quite flattering. The whole business left her feeling a bit dizzy for a moment. After serving tea to them all, she folded her hands in her lap and merely listened.

It seemed the cool one, Kaze, was a shugenja. The was a bit of a surprise. The meanings behind his veiled words made it seem like he'd have been much more comfortable in court. Perhaps some kami responded favorably to such brusque interactions. How Kaze and Tomura might interact with one another was a potentially frightening thought—they might get along swimmingly, or they might immediately begin to plot the other's demise. 

The poet, meanwhile, was not only a bushi, but a duelist. She had not anticipated that, either. The palace was ever full of surprises, these days. That brought another small smile unbidden to her lips. 

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Mickey
Masaru watches the scene unfold. Protectiveness? Interesting. That was something he had not fully expected. He might have been compelled to continue his focus on the diminutive Scorpion, had not the question come from the Magistrate. He let his attention come back to the substantial Scorpion.

He nodded, deferentially. "Though my boldness may shame me, I find no shame in truth. I am a skilled duelist, and there are few to best me. The majority of my training and my service thus far has been to assert the truth of our courtiers with my blade. I have trained in war, as is my duty as a bushi of our clan, but my skills are honed for a different venue." He did not boast as he spoke; to the contrary, there was a small measure of apology that he was not more skilled at warfare and command.
Melinda
Scoffing as he could tell the poetry clearly didn't get a point across, Yuto listened intently to the man speak. It seemed the Scorpion was sending another duelist, however, he needed more than a mere Yojimbo in his ranks. Putting the first scroll aside, he grabbed another, beginning to write based on what Masaru told him. A duelist trained in some war but not as seasoned, just perfect. However, he'd still prove useful. 

"So, Bayushi Masaru-san, your skills will be useful indeed, but I hope what I'm to inform you of doesn't discourage. Many of my agents here either possess a Yojimbo or do not require one, however, for important meetings and endeavors I can rearrange you wherever needed." 

Reaching for his teacup, the Rokugo didn't just sip but rather slammed it down. Drinking the hot tea in one gulp before placing it back down, he wasn't bothered by the temperature. After drinking he took a deep breath. 

"I would like to appoint you as head of security of the Shosuro Palace and various establishments we Scorpion still own around the city. We have Ashigaru who could also use some training and preparation for potential emergencies. While I'm aware you aren't as seasoned in battle and commanding soldiers, I'm certain your skill can rub off. Would this be favorable to you?" 

He gave Kaze a glance, they'd have to have a conversation in private, for now, Yuto focused his attention on Masaru. Shifting his eyes to Kotori, "Kotori-san, I'm certain you'll appreciate some extra security for the Scorpion Gardens, yes? I trust you'll make sure Bayushi Masaru-san and the Ashigaru beneath him are well taken care of." 

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John
*Kaze sat without comment, his* On *Intact as he listened and wondered. Did Yuto know who he was? What his real duty was? A question for quieter company to be certain, which was just what Yuto seemed to be trying to arrange.*
Sherry
"The gardens are beginning to see more traffic as the weather warms. Additional security would not be remiss." Kotori spoke quietly, everything she did unobtrusive and meant to soothe and comfort. She moved aside Yuto's now empty tea cup to allow him more space for his writing, even checking that enough ink had been prepared.

Looking from Kaze to Masaru, she placed her fingertips on the teapot in silent question as to whether or not they should like a refill, vulpine gaze flicking from one man to the other as she waited for some indication of their wish. 

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Mickey
Masaru nods in response to Yuto's command, deferentially. "No harm will befall what is put in my charge as the head of security, Bayushi Yuto-sama." 

He does not with a slight tilt as well to the silent question proffered by Kotori's touch to the tea, and moves to receive the tea. 

"Will Bayushi Kotori-sama be good enough to show me around my new areas of responsibility?" He deliberately phrases the question so as to allow for Yuto to give the response but offer no slight to her decision either.
Melinda
Masaru didn't seem to protest the decision to make him Chui, he seemed a fine warrior. Organizing their Ashigaru and keeping a record would be important, Yuto couldn't stretch himself too thin. There was some relief knowing this influx of Scorpion had merit, seeing as he was given his assignment and wanted alone time with Kotori, Yuto found what came next appropriate. 

"It will take a while for you to settle in as Chui, taking control of the Ashigaru, and becoming familiar with the palace, gardens, and city. I'll meet with you at a later time Bayushi Masaru-san. Bayushi Kotori-san, would you like to show him around the palace? I'd like to speak with Shosuro Kaze-san, alone."

Despite it being a request, Yuto meant it as a polite dismissal of the two. Now he had another person to worry about, Shosuro Kaze let off a bit more than what was perhaps intended. The written file Yuto received was vague, perhaps the man could paint a picture for him. 

"Shosuro Kaze-san, you won't mind if I keep you a little longer now, would you?" 

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John
*Kaze's* On *Was impenetrable as the conversation unfolded into these later stages. Gone was the subtle swagger with which he'd entered the palace. Gone, indeed, was all trace of emotion. How much of the edge in his first impression had been deliberate? He hadn't shown the same tendency toward following his other baser instincts - assuming, of course, that women were his target of choice for those. Though Yuto was a pretty man, and Kaze certainly hadn't swooned in that direction, either.*

*He gave a subtle and appreciative nod toward Kotori when she offered a refill of tea; though he hadn't been so eager as Yuto to finish his, it was done by now. As he nodded he closed his eyes, as if to make the gesture deeper than the small motion he showed. They remained closed until he raised his head once more and returned his attention to Yuto. He was quite sure what the upcoming portion of the conversation would be about, now.*

"I would be delighted to enjoy your company for a while longer, Rokugo-sama."
Sherry
The little Scorpion nodded to Yuto with a demure smile. She knew she was being told to leave, and to take Masaru with her. "Of course, Rokugo-sama."

 Before she stood, she refilled Kaze's cup; for a fraction of a moment, she caught his gaze, and her own was colored by... Concern? Worry? The expression had been so brief it was hard to say exactly what look she'd given him, even for Kotori herself. What it had *Not* Conveyed could be discerned at least, and that gaze had reflected no warning, no suspicion, no anger. 

But, the moment had passed, and she carefully got to her feet, giving her furisode a little shake once she'd risen. She bowed to Yuto and Kaze both, before turning her smile on Masaru.
"Let us begin with the palace, Bayushi-san. Allow me to show you to your chambers." Once at the door, she slid it open and stepped through, waiting for Masaru to follow. 

Whatever Yuto had to discuss with Kaze was not for her ears, and she was grateful to be given reprieve. 

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Mickey
Masaru dismisses himself from the two men, nodding to each and rising, straightening his attire and ever so slightly adjusting his katana so it hung just right were he to need it. "Bayushi Yuto-sama; Shosuro-sama; it was good to meet you both." 

He takes a step to fall in behind Kotori, eyes already flicking around to try to recall every contour for when he took up his duties fully.
Melinda
With the two now dismissed, he could get on to the next phase of this meeting. Shosuro Kaze seemed to give face just a little, meaning Yuto's hunch was correct. It was risky to take such bold actions, yet one's gut instinct persisted. The man was more than a mere Yogo Wardmaster, there was something else to him. Yuto having been in the city for quite a while met his fair share of Shugenja, even working alongside them. Now that they were alone, Yuto placed his file onto the table, giving it another read. 

"You have much experience for one so young Shosuro Kaze, you're not much older than I am, I'm impressed by your track record. The clan will certainly make good use of you here in the city of lies." Yuto said, "I would like to appoint you as our Spiritual Head in the clan, more professionally known as our Temple Overseer. The Bayushi, Shosuro, and Stoic Boulder Temples are all assets we can make use of. There's much information to be acquired from the temple district of the city, I hope you are up to the task." He spoke firmly despite having such a meek tone. 

His stare suggested there was more, a sharp gaze that almost looked through the man. The faint diplomatic smile he wore fell clear, as he addressed the man once more: "Now that we've gotten the cover taken care of. Why don't you tell me why you're really here, Shosuro Kaze-san." 

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John
"By the will of the Kami, I will serve as the Clan directs," *Kaze said, his own tone giving way to a little airiness in response to the Rokugo's firmness in assigning his tasks. It gave him a vaguely monastic air, as if he were quoting some obscure scripture of the Tao. The ability to present his intentions as just slightly otherworldly was one that Kaze had cultivated, aided by his role as a shugenja. Many people expected it from him, after all. Yet Yuto's stare kept him from going further, or asking anything more about that task for the time being. It was a silence that was rewarded with the most pertinent question of the day.*

*The question hung in the air for a moment before Kaze bowed his upper body toward Yuto in what seemed to be a somewhat apologetic fashion.* "If you will excuse me for just one moment, Rokugo-sama," *Was all that he said before rising to his feet. He went to each of the ricepaper doors and closed them fully. It was hardly the most secure precaution for their conversation, but the Shosuro seemed to find it important. The reason he saw it as such was lent some clarity when a moment later he pulled a strip of paper from within his silk haori sleeve. It was near as wide as his palm, and a little over twice that as long, and upon the surface there was drawn a complex mandala in a practised hand. Several seemingly unrelated kanji occupied the corners in small script.*

*Kaze placed his hand firmly upon the frame of the exit, up high. The paper stayed behind where he pressed it, and the ink that made up the symbols flared a pale blue before fading to fiery indigo and finally returning to the darkness of the ink in which it had been drawn. With that, the wardmaster turned back to the table and in two steps rejoined the magistrate, settling into place as easily as if he'd never risen at all.* "That should ensure our privacy," *He said, apparently concerned for who might overhear even here in the beating heart of his family's territory.*

"I don't mean to avoid your question, Rokugo-san," *Kaze said, switching the honourific now.* "But to give it context. Do you know the history of this city in the 8th century? Of the city being taken by force?" *He was referring, of course, to the Bloodspeaker army which had marched through the territory with the aid of countless undead.*


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Melinda
Watching keenly as Kaze secured all the exits and places one could eavesdrop, Yuto raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Certainly this secret was confidential if the hushed lips within the palace couldn't know of it—just what was he hiding? Both hands rested in his lap, though his suspicion did make him bawl a fist in anticipation. 

Once he reached for his sleeve, an instinct shot through his spine, but Yuto knew the man wouldn't try anything—not now anyway. Once he saw the paper, his curiosity drowned the warrior impulses beckoning him. A Ward; Yuto couldn't say he was the most knowledgeable of them, but he knew when one was being cast. Soshi Sayako displayed an underhanded use of the Kami's magic, had Kaze intended to do the same? 

As he returned to his seat, the Rokugo gleamed the room, on guard and eccentric. This Shugenja certainly had a lot of explaining to do. The inquiry about the city's history wasn't amusing, and assuring their privacy to ask questions wasn't a good way to start. "I've dabbled into the citys many stories a few times, you'll have to remind me. You didn't ward our conversation to merely ask me about accounts of the past. Take your mask off and speak."
John
*The Magistrate seemed irritated by the turn Kaze had taken. Or was it the shift of honourific? A split-second's consideration told him it was not so; there had been a tension in the larger man's body when he'd turned around from placing the ward. Kaze guessed that it was simply the sharpness of the shift, perhaps combined with the lack of an immediately clear answer. The request to remove his mask, though? That was presumptuous, even for a superior. There were Scorpion who forgot the look of their own faces, for lack of removing their masks save to sleep. The mask remained on his face, though the Shosuro tried to comply in spirit, relaxing his posture somewhat and speaking more plainly.*

"Mid-way through the 8th century this city was taken by an army of maho tsukai and their undead servants. There are those even in Rokugan who serve the Ninth Kami, and Jigoku. Those who seek power at the cost of their own soul, and others'. Our Clan learned this lesson with the loss of Ryoko Owari centuries ago, and since then there have been a small number of Scorpion secretly appointed as Magistrates with the task of seeking out enemies of the Celestial Order within Rokugan itself. Like my master, who captured my father and bound him in Traitor's Grove for his sins. When he retired, his duty was passed to me."

*Kaze watched the Rokugo carefully. He was looking for any signs of recognition, or alarm. Anything that might hint that he should consider Yuto a target or suspect. After all, his own father had fallen to the allure of dark sorceries; Kaze could not and would not trust anyone implicitly. It was what made him as effective as he had been to date.*

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Melinda
Listening to the man's story, this bit of history sounded somewhat familiar. Anyone who dug enough could find this account in the old books, Yuto didn't have the time or real desire. Kaze was certainly a unique individual, seeing as he briefed a lesson in history he didn't make a fuss over not taking off his mask. Rather Yuto tapped the table with a finger a few times, as if gesturing to focus.

"So you're one of these special few individuals hm? You travel, look for leads to find and destroy those that verse themselves in Maho. The Kuroiban I think they're called, yes?" || Lore: Scorpion 4 with an organization emphasis to demonstrate he's heard of their existence || 

He collected himself, choosing not to write any of this on paper, some secrets could only be whispers and thoughts after all. Details of the Kuroiban's interior weren't known, but he's known of the rumors. 

"That leaves the question—what are you doing here? I would take it that you're on a confidential assignment to investigate suspicious activity before it gets out of hand. Or you're sent here to destroy a target." He gazed sharply, Yuto wanted to know his intentions. || Investigation 5: Notice || Afterward he placed the files back into his box and closed it, standing up. 

"Whatever it is you're doing here in the city, I expect a report if it intervenes in my Operations. Whether the Kuroiban care or not about our progress here in the city, I do. Arrangements will be made to give you a cover. I have a task for you; if it succeeds you'll be in a better position to conduct your work. Walk with me."
John
*Internally, Kaze was mildly surprised by the fact that Yuto knew enough to name the Kuroiban. He had always believed that the best approach to take when maintaining his cover was to give enough information that he could go about his duties but not so much that those he spoke with truly understood the nature, scope, or remit of the Black Watch. For the most part that had worked, though on one unfortunate occasion he'd needed to have a superior killed for becoming too curious about matters that did not concern her. To find someone with relatively low status in the Clan who knew enough to know the name from the bare description Kaze had offered was... Interesting. Though immediate instinct caused his suspicions to rise, logic quickly took over; one who had reason to fear the Kuroiban would surely not draw such singular attention to themselves. Still, it gave rise to caution.*

*Externally, Kaze showed no response to the revelation. This was aided by the mask, of course, but more than that he had his* On *Firmly in place with this conversation, and had disconnected his heart from his face as his Shosuro instructors had always advised.* "The details of my missions are not something that I am able to discuss freely," *He told Yuto in an apologetic tone.* "Not unless they intersect with your duties, and even then only to the extent that is required."

"However, I can say this: I am a Scorpion as well as a Kuroiban. The Clan is in my heart, always, and as a Shosuro this city holds personal meaning for me. I will not see it kept free of Jigoku's taint only to let it become a hub for Gaijin ways," *The shugenja explained firmly. And with that he rose, walked over to the frame where he'd placed his ward, and collected it. The paper was folded twice and slipped into his obi before he turned to follow the other magistrate.*

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Melinda
Walking through the halls of the palace, Yuto treads not far ahead, being directly beside Kaze. If he were sworn to secrecy the vassal wouldn't make him break those oaths, there was only hope these confidential operations wouldn't get in his way. Until then, he had another assignment for Kaze. 

"It's within interest to appoint you as Temple Overseer, that district of the city is important and I'm sure there's much information to extract. It'll allow you to connect to others with your talents as well, I currently have one of our Shugenja working on remodeling an old ruined temple anew. You'd be alongside them but I need your talents elsewhere." 

Yuto turned his head toward Kaze, making sure the man was paying attention. He had important information to relay. "I've made efforts to broker an alliance with the Phoenix, however, we cannot proceed until we rid their embassy of a cat." He said almost bitterly, "Bayushi Tomura, one of our courtiers had taken a visit to the Crane Embassy, Doji Rika implied they knew of our attempts to court the Phoenix. They have someone in their walls listening." 

Taking a breath he almost turned red, everything they tried had a hole to fill. There was always another ring that cast a flame to jump through, nothing could ever be as simplistic as one hoped. Yuto ought to get used to it. 

" You'll go along with Soshi Sayako, she has skills in underhand infiltration. Capable of even changing her face entirely by beckoning the Kami. You will meet with Ambassador Shiba Iemon and his Karo Asako Sanumo. Personally Hand them letters that enter their hands and no one else, then make sure Asako-san is angrily dismissed. Speak of raiding the Ide Residence and Grand Bazaar. The Karo's 'anger' and your 'plan' will draw the cat out and allow Soshi-san and Asako-san to find them." 

It was a long plan but he expected Kaze to remember it word for word. "Once the cat is found ensure the phoenix keeps them alive. You must find them at all cost, our trust and alliance with our cousin clan demands this to succeed."