Michael
The chicken has been served. Attendants would walk around to ask everyone's preferred drinks as after wished for, they'd appear from thin air almost. The lanterns dangling above them ignited once more as the feast had now truly started. Now it was time for a nice conversation between the heaps of chicken to be consumed. 

Himiko would take a seat as she was now ready to feast.
David
Entering quietly and politely. Ukagahiko wearing the old formal clothing the bright yellows and dark reds made to form a fiery peony and camellia Iro-montsuki pattern, the mons of both the Kitsu family and the Rokugo family on the back. Wearing the same old metal and wooden Tesso Somen mask gained from his gempukku, the patch work of wood and metal to try and fix the aging mask, the smell of old iron, rust and rotting wood permeates the middle aged man. Bowing slightly towards the host of the Feast. He walks to an empty seat closet to the front door, sitting down he signals to an attendant and asks "Could I get a pot of tea if possibly or just a cup? Thank you"
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Carol
Moshi Mai had found her prey for the night: Shinjo Temujin. The so-called 'Temu-kun' that stole Moshi Kana's heart. Mai wanted to have a few words with him, to see how he reacted, how he acted when the pressure was on a little bit. But, she wasn't a fool; they were in public, so her prodding and pestering would be much less blatant. She was going to have herself a lot of fun that night, that much was sure. 

So, after Himiko made her stellar display, she was escorted to a table along with Temujin. "Thank you for humoring me, Shinjo-san," She said, kindly enough. "For a moment I was afraid that you were done being kind to the Mantis now that you got the one you want, hm?" She nudged his arm, a menacing, knowing look in her eyes. "Oh, don't be frightened, though; I hold you in a high regard. For _now."_ 

At that note, they were directed to a table, where a Scorpion was sitting. She gave a look to the servant, but ultimately didn't protest. She wasn't afraid of an Scorpion (sans one), and while she could make a scene about the strong scent coming from the man's mask, she didn't want to cause Kitsu HImiko any trouble. This was a benign chicken dinner. No need to make politicking the forefront. 

"Moshi Mai," She said as introduction, "Ambassador of the Mantis Clan here in the city." She gave the minimum amount of respect in bowing, and sat down. She went right for plum wine for her drink, and waited for Temujin and the stranger to introduce themselves. "Come for the free meal, or the company?" 

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James
The scout took Mai's bullying in stride. He'd heard it before, and thankfully he was the sort to be more amused than shocked.

"I'm honoured, Moshi-sama. After all, your regard isn't given lightly."

*The rumours were about, and Kana was going to tell her, but that she singled me out and is dropping hints means she probably knows. Still, need to avoid baring it all.*


"Could it be you've been paying attention to the rumour mill, Moshi-sama?" He added, teasing the propriety of gossip. The wryness was set aside for a moment, and he more sincerely said "Though I can assure you, Compassion is as sacred to the Shinjo as it is to the Moshi. I'd still show it even if you weren't stuck with me during my duties."

His deflections done, mixing subtle acknowledgement with an affirmed stance, Temujin inwardly hoped that he'd held his ground adequately and met Mai with the Courage and wit which she preferred. Then, for a moment, the courtesy in his eyes melted into a kind of knowing trust.

"If anything, that would give me a greater reason to stay on your good side, *Neh*?"

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Of course, these opening exchanges were interrupted as they were guided to a table with... A Scorpion?

*Scorpion. Our rivals. Former allies of the Mantis. A test? ...No; Mai would know not to risk them overhearing anything. A coincidence.*

As they all approached their seats, the Unicorn would deliver a smooth, swift bow to the Scorpion in turn. The scents... Odd. Highly unusual for a courtly Clan. But possibly a misdirection.

"Shinjo Temujin, scout of the Unicorn. Good evening, Bayushi-san," He said as he rose and took his place. "Let's enjoy a good meal tonight."

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David
Rising from his seat Ukagahiko turns towards Ambassador Moshi, bowing slighty Ukagahiko began to speak, 
"Greetings Ambassador Moshi. I am Bayushi Ukagahiko, currently I have no proper position however I am currently making a trade deal with the Crab Clan. I have for many reasons being here, but the food and company are both great benefits, especially since it is the Kitsu family's cooking. My grandmother even got servants to cook similar meals for her and me when I was a young lad." 
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Turning towards Shinjo Temujin, bowing slighty as well, 
"Greetings Shinjo-san, I agree with your statement, lets hope tonight is a night we never forget with such good company as we have an Ambassador and several other clan members here and there." 
Swaying his right hand towards the other tables. 
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Recognising the usually reactions to the scent of his mask. He begins to laugh, 
"Hahaha, forgive me. My mask has been in a sorry state for many years, ever since I travelled Rokugan as a young samurai. The brawls that I had, hahahaha." 
Sighing and beginning again, 
"Never did learn to properly repair the mask back then, had to use what limited knowledge I had to try and fix it. It worked, but the wood and metal leave my body smelling of the steel, rust, wood and leftover blood from the brawls and me cutting my fingers and hands when I was that young lad. And now I cannot even remove the metal to try and repair it properly because it will break it."
Michael
The young Kitsu had watched this all unfold. She had remained silent other than the little bow of her head to everyone to acknowledge them had they acknowledged her. She took a sip of the cup of tea she already brought on her own. Watching the Scorpion that had appeared out of the blue without properly introducing himself or showing a sign of gratitude towards the host start a conversation with people who did not seem aware of his presence as well. 

She would reveal a slight smile when Temujin had introduced himself. *"The drinks."* Himiko would then pull herself into the conversation when Mai had asked that question. 

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David
Standing once more, 
"Greetings Ambassador Kitsu, How are you this evening? You have such a fine selection of teas this evening as well as some good wines. Especially this Genmaicha"
Bowing slightly again towards the host of the feast. His mask hiding his expressions, yet to properly drink his tea but was able to smell the fragance of the sweet tea
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Cynthia
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber hue over the lush gardens of the Akodo Clan's embassy, Lion samurai Akodo Akechi, known for his fierce and free spirit, prepared to attend the grand festival organized by his clan's magistrate. Akechi had spent the day helping with the intricate logistics of the event, ensuring that everything ran smoothly.

In the fading light of the day, he made his appearance. Akechi strode into the festival grounds with the graceful poise of a true samurai. His attire was a masterpiece, a golden kimono adorned with intricate white designs that seemed to come alive as he moved. The golden fabric shimmered in the evening light, catching the eye of all who beheld it.

Akechi's kimono was a reflection of his status, embroidered with the proud lion symbol of his clan. The designs on it depicted fierce lions in a variety of postures, symbolizing his unwavering loyalty and courage. The white accents on his kimono added a touch of elegance to the bold golden fabric.

As he wandered through the festival grounds, Akechi couldn't help but take in the sights and sounds that surrounded him. There was a vibrant energy in the air, as samurai and courtiers from different clans mingled and exchanged pleasantries.

However, Akechi was hoping not to engage in any words with the Crane members in any meaningful conversation. He had a reputation for being a man who enjoyed certain companionship. Hoping this evening to be vivid, he would be content, especially if a beautiful lady was involved.

He strolled through the festivities, maintaining his dignified composure. Akechi eventually found an interesting spot with a group of a variety of personalities, some he would be familiar with and some entirely new faces. Making his entrance with a respectful bow to the group:

"Pardon my interruption, would this seat be available for me to sit in? For those who are unfamiliar with me, the name is Akodo Akechi, I run the dojo here at our embassy. And it is my pleasure to make everyone's acquaintance in this fruitful evening."

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Carol
"Oh, I _love_ gossip," Mai replied, "But I get mine from the source in this account." She liked the cheeky comeback to the whole thing, and she took note to his subtleness and candid way of dancing around it. "But, I've been wrong before. With you, let's just say it's hard to tell for the most part." She gave a knowing look, but she didn't dwell on it. He gave a good answer, and she didn't plan to bully him _all_ evening. "Compassion is indeed important, Shinjo-san, so I'm glad you see things as I do. Just remember: Compassion contains the word 'passion' within, and I can be quite passionate if someone wrongs one of mine, if you understand." While she doubted Temujin had the cold heart to ever do so, it was best to make sure he knew: Break Kana's heart, and face the consequences. || Mama ~~Bear~~ Mai just needs to make sure he knows, is all || 

Mai raised an eyebrow as the Scorpion spoke. So, the Scorpion were making trade deals with the Crab? Interesting. She'd have to ask more about that. But more interesting was the man's explanation to the smell. She had tried to offer this Ukagahiko an out with the 'fragrance' remark, but now it just turned out to be woodstain and rust, something hard not to wrinkle the nose at. But, Mai was (begrdugingly) an ambassador, and she'd admonish him gently. "Well, surely there's a maskmaker in this city that could assist you," She replied. "This _is_ a Scorpion City. Well, __was__ a Scorpion city. But, easy come, easy go, hm?" She chuckled a little, and pushed past the insult she made with the laughter. || Mai's All in Jest Strength at work! || 

Himiko joined in as she teased the Scorpion, and Mai made sure to acknowledge the fellow ambassador. "Will you be joining us, Kitsu-sama? Surely you'll need to entertain all the other guests, but I'll gladly accept your company for as long as you'll... Give it..." 

Mai's eyes rested on Akodo Akechi, the Lion she had met before. She had forgiven him for bumping her daughter, sure, but the man seemed to have a reputation of being a flirt. What a day to wear such a revealing outfit. Maybe the intimidating tattoos and her Gaijin heritage would get the man to back off a bit, but she couldn't say for sure. All the same, she bowed to the man, and motioned to a seat. "By all means," Mai said, "I'm not against it, as long as we're all here to enjoy chicken and drink, and nothing else." She was implying that none of them should get into any scraps or trouble, as the Clans at the table were not on the best of terms. ||
David
Responding to the Ambassador "Of course I could go to a maskmaker, but where is the fun in that, this mask has served me well for the last sixteen years, through storms, fires, floods, fights and brawls. To rid myself of this mask would be a dishonour to the men I brawled with and travelled with back in the day, but surely a samurai clan Ambassador would understand this."
James
He smirked at Mai's mention of the 'source', but shaped up when she gave her assessment and warning. Besides being on his toes, there was also a hint of more investment in his words.

"I believe I do, Moshi-san. Such a sin would deserve nothing less."

To so emphatically agree with her showed he understood, as well as expressed another sentiment: Kana was dear enough to both of them to warrant it.

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That was all he had time for when they finally sat down with the Scorpion and were joined by the Lions.

*Speaking of trades with the Crab. Plenty of ways to read into that. Taunt? Misdirection? Or simply thinking it's a fine conversation topic? I'll make a note of that for Utaku-sama.*

"I can respect that, Bayushi-san." Temujin commented in response to the Scorpion's response. "While we all try not to cling too tightly, it is good to honour those memories. Such Loyalty is commendedable."

A simple enough option for praise, bringing up the Scorpion's most cherished virtue. He was even tempted to compare it to how the Unicorn kept keepsakes with sentimental value as lucky charms, but thought better of it; most traditionalists would balk at being compared to 'filthy Unicorn practices'.

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To the Lions, he nodded with a smile to Himiko. If Ilu was around, he would also sneak a scritch to her.

The other Lion, though, was interesting. He seemed to be more on the flamboyant side for a Lion, though that hardly made him any less of a samurai.

*If anything, he'd have to work harder to earn his keep.*

"Good evening, Akodo-sama," He greeted. "I am Shinjo Temujin, scout of the Unicorn. It's an honour to make your acquaintance."

That was where he left his simple greeting for now; compliments could follow if the Lion was receptive. He remembered how that Matsu despised receiving *Anything* From a Unicorn.

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Michael
Himiko had looked at Mai as she would give her an appropriate bow before settling down besides them. *"Then I would thank you for inviting me Moshi-sama."* Another sip of her cup was taken. Watching Mai react to the Akodo joining them made her ever so slightly suspicious and therefore she needed to stay by all means. Whether that would be to protect her reputation, or protect Mai from the Akodo. Well actually it would be the opposite. She could even feel the tension. 

The gold and blue eyes would stare at the akodo as she'd acknowledge him with a bow. *"Akodo-san, feel free to join us."* Something about her tone had warned him to behave. She would eye the servants. Soon they would follow with cups of sake for everyone sitting around the table. Perhaps some alcohol would lighten the mood once more. Although she was ever so curious about the stories Mai would tell. She'd love stories. She always had loved them. 

She was not able to bring up a conversation topic. Hoping that somebody else would. Her eyes had slowly traced over all tables to see if anything bad was going on. But Miu was assigned to occasionally show up and check. She was to be trusted to remove somebody from the site when showing danger. 

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Cynthia
Akechi resplendent in his golden kimono with intricate white designs, took his seat at the table, the eye-catching attire drawing more than a few admiring glances. As the guests settled in, he inclined his head politely and spoke with a warm, deep voice that carried a sense of charm and formality.

"I have the pleasure of making everyone's acquaintance this evening," He began, a friendly smile gracing his lips. "I hope that each and every one of you has a splendid night feasting together."

Despite past tensions and first-hand experiences with some of the guests, including the Unicorn clan, Akechi was determined not to harbor any animosity during this festive occasion. He knew that there were greater concerns and conflicts in the world, and this was a time for unity and camaraderie.

As the conversation turned to trade deals and memories, Akechi remained attentive, not eager to engage in any potentially tense discussions. He had other plans in mind, despite Himiko's warning glance. Akechi had a reputation for his flirty antics, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to break the seemingly tense atmosphere.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he directed a question to the group, hoping to spark a more light-hearted conversation. "What's the most memorable festival or celebration each of you has ever attended? I'd love to hear some stories and add to the festivities tonight." His question was open-ended, meant to encourage storytelling and perhaps alleviate some of the tension that hung in the air.

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Carol
"Hygiene isn't often _fun,_ Bayushi-san," Mai retorted, "But a necessary one. Having your mask is important to the Scorpion, this I know, but if the Scorpion I've met with old masks, not one reeked like a tannery. As an _ambassador,_ I know that a stinky man gets few favors. Surely a Samurai would understand _that."_ She gave a wink with her chuckle that followed her insult || All in Jest Strength|| , and she'd say nothing more on it unless she was pushed. 

Temujin seemed to take the peaceful route, as expected. He was definitely a levelheaded man that went for peace first. Admirable. But, it made Mai wonder if he would be willing to break bones for Kana if necessary. Courage was important, too. Not just compassion. 

She would have to kill on that as she spoke with Himiko and Akechi, the two Lions at the table. 

After blessing the food, Mai dug in, finding the meat delicious. It was no seafood, but it was tasty. And eaten with hands, too! It reminded her of her sailing days, that much was certain. 

Akechi pitched a good question, a banal one that would keep things copacetic. Nice. "Well," Mai said, clearing her throat, "I remember sharing a delightful time in Tokigogachu, during the New Year some years ago. I had been married but a year or so, but me and my Tomoru were thick as thieves already. We had, ahem, _reallocated_ some goods previously in the week, and we doled out all we had to our fellow Mantis. 'It's bad luck to be greedy on the eve of a New Year,' my husband had said. So, we ended up broke that evening, but we drank all night and watched fireworks burst over the water. Truly a night worth remembering." 

She glanced over at Temujin with a smirk. "What say you, Shinjo-san? Any stories worth noting?" 

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James
Temujin enjoyed the chicken between conversations, finding the white meat cooked to perfection. As a Unicorn, he was no stranger to meat, and it was a pleasure he missed while on duty with Ide Yesugei.

*Thank the Kami the Lion ruled that poultry didn't count.*

Akechi shifted topics by asking about festivities. His friendly and fun-loving demeanour was a plus to Temujin, but the man couldn't have had it easy in his oh-so-proper Clan.

*Hm. Reminds me of Yuto, but different.*

Mai, bold as ever, spoke first, and the scout half-smiled as he enjoyed the tale. It was very Mantis, and very Mai: audacious, yet big-hearted.

That gave him time to look through his own memories, so when she asked him about it, he was not unprepared.

"Not an official festival, but one I best remember from my training days." 

Temujin paused his assault on his platter, and as he spoke, familiarity animated his gestures and tone.

"To celebrate the coming of spring, our senseis told the students that whoever could travel to *All* The caravans which had arrived and return to the dojo by sunset would win a magnificent prize."

That smile grew into a smirk.

"We were so enthusiastic that we forgot that the caravans ranged far and didn't stay still. I ran myself ragged reaching my third site before I realised the game our teachers were playing."

Chuckling warmly, the Shinjo paused to have a sip of their refreshments. That he would so blithely share an embarrassing moment might befuddle more prideful samurai, but he felt he was in good company for this.

"After that, I took it slow and enjoyed the treats, sights and contests at that caravan before returning to the dojo in time for sunset. As it turned out, I was somewhere between 'figured it out immediately' and 'got lost trying to win the challenge'. We all had a good laugh after that, though!"

His tale ended, he looked among the companions in red and gold.

"And what about you, Bayushi-san? Akodo-san? Any tales of note?"

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Michael
Himiko then announced her temporary leave. *"Please excuse me. I wish to make sure everyone is having a good time. I will join you for the feast later again tonight. Thank you for your presence. It truly brings me joy."* Himiko stated before standing and bowing down to every single one at the table. Gesturing at the servants to refill the chicken and the cups. The young Kitsu seemed to struggle with the size of her clothing as she almost tripped and made fun of herself doing so. She would look around if anyone saw before carefully walking to the other tables. 

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David
"I have cleaned and perfumed this mask for two hours before coming to this event, Ambassador do not speak of hygiene to me, the pure amount of labour to get it to this level of scent each day is ridiculous. And to get the scent to go away for even an hour requires it be soaked, rinsed, dried and perfumed for several hours." Sighing and shacking his head in both annoyance of the task and the insult to his hygiene.
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"Many tales I could tell, the time me and my companions fell into a ravine in the dragon clan's land, the time I had to stop a man from killing another as he knew the location of my cart after getting separated from my traveling companions, the time I got into a drunken brawl that spewed into five other bars at least I think might of been eight, mind you theses was after my gempuku and before I re-entered my family and clan. This damned mask been through every, arrow, punch, brick, sword, knife, chopstick, bottle, plate, bowl, spoon, stone, that one guy that threw his prosthetic arm at me, and that damned pillow book that was thrown with a good amount of force and aim." Pondering on what story to tell

Beginning again "Again not many spectacular stories but the mask surviving all of the hell I have put it through."

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Cynthia
Akechi listened attentively to the stories shared by the other guests at the table, even if he found the Scorpion's demeanor to be somewhat grating. He maintained his composure and refrained from any comments that might escalate the tension.

Mai's story of New Year's festivities was a vivid tale of sharing, camaraderie, and the joy of the moment, and Akechi appreciated the genuine warmth in her anecdote. As she turned her question toward Temujin, Akechi couldn't help but wonder about why she was seemingly interrogating Temujin in such a way.

Temujin, with his amiable nature, shared a story from his training days, revealing a less serious side of himself. The tale of the misguided race to the caravans was lighthearted and charming.

As Himiko excused herself from the table, Akechi nodded to acknowledge her departure, appreciating her dedication to ensuring everyone's enjoyment.

It was then Akechi's turn to share his own story. He cleared his throat and leaned forward, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight as he began to speak.

"I must admit that I haven't been a part of many festivals and celebrations," Akechi confessed, a tinge of regret in his tone. "My duties often calls to me once conflicts have started. But there is one particular memory that stands out."

He took a sip of tea before continuing, his gaze distant as he recollected the past.

"I once attempted to attend a festival during my youth. I was eager to experience the joy and merriment that I had heard so much about. However, my sensei, a stern and unforgiving man, had other plans for me that evening."

Akechi's lips curled into a wry smile as he continued his story. "He handed me a bokken, a wooden practice sword, and told me that I needed to pass a certain test before I could go to the festivities. This test involved defeating him in a practice duel. Being a naive and overconfident rascal I thought it would be an easy task, but I was gravely mistaken."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of his younger self's naivety. "We dueled under the moonlight, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't land a single blow on him. It was as if he anticipated my every move."

Akechi's gaze turned more serious as he reached the heart of the story. "After hours of trying and failing, he finally stopped the duel and said, 'Akechi, you are too focused on your own desires and expectations. You fight to win, not to learn. Remember, a true warrior understands that victory is not the goal but the journey. You must embrace the process of improvement.'"

He paused and let those words sink in before concluding, "That night, I missed the festival, but I gained a valuable lesson in humility, patience, and the true essence of being a warrior. Sometimes the most memorable celebrations are the ones where you discover something about yourself."

Akechi's story conveyed the wisdom he had gained through his experiences, a lesson learned not at a grand festival but in the quiet wisdom of a mentor.

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Carol
Mai raised her eyebrows, sarcastically impressed, and even rested her chin on her hand as the Scorpion dared to tell the Ambassador what she should and shouldn't do. She was amused, really. "Well! Apologies, Baushi no Rokugo-san," She chuckled, "I never would have guessed that you took that much time to get this potent a fragrance. To think, I thought you were just coming into someone's embassy, reeking of rotwood and boasting about trade deals like a heimin merchant, when in reality it was _intentional._ And to such lengths, too! You know, your argument against me is as potent as your delightful perfume, good sir. Color me corrected. I'll make sure to remind myself of such, if it ever comes up again." Her tone was dripping with sardonic bullying, but she kept a bright smile and a calm, cordial tone. 

 


Moshi Mai turned off her cruelty for the time being, and focused on the tales Temujin and Akechi told. As she expected, Temujin's was jovial and humble. He always seemed to be humble, as far as Mai knew. Levelheaded, thinking before acting. She wish she had that sort of control, but at least it made her life more interesting. All in all, she liked the story and the life lesson that came with it. 

Likewise, Akechi's was about dueling, which was no surprise, since it came from a duelist of sorts. Seemingly he was one of the best in the city, though rumors of his flirting was stronger than rumors of his swordsmanship. All the same, it was a nice story as well. She ate silently and waited for him to finish up before commenting. 

"Seems you both are wise enough to learn from your pasts," She said, praising both of the men, "And so young, too. Blessed for young men to learn now while they still have the time to change and grow." She glanced over at Ukagahiko, and decided to be a little nice. "And I suppose it's interesting to see that mask is still intact, after all those escapades. Nary a festival mentioned, but I suppose it hardly matters. It's a party, after all." 

Mai sipped her sake, and looked at the men at her table, before catching the eye of her yojimbo. Seemed she noticed Mai's situation, and was looking for confirmation. Mai subtle shook her head and rolled her eyes, and the yojimbo simply nodded and returned to eating with her fellow ronin... And Yasuki Rei's assistant. Hm. "So," She said to all at the table, "What's new? Bayushi-san, you mentioned a trade deal, didn't you? Medicine, I'd bet. Though, I'd be curious as to what the Crab would have that the Scorpion would need. Unless you're looking to build a big wall of your own." ||Commerce 4 should be enough to know the main exports/imports of the Major Clans, I'd say|| 

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James
Yuto had overheard the back and forth choosing to step onto the scene. Leaving his mask behind at his own table, this little intrusion would be brief. With him he had a fine carved wooden box, with flower patterns engraved into the craft. Inside were various Kanzashi of different colors for the others to take, meant specifically for the festival. One hand held the box whilst the other pinched his nose, not wanting to inhale any stink. 

"Greetings! Forgive me if I'm intruding but I saw some faces I wanted to greet! Kitsu-sama, Moshi-sama, Akodo-san, Temujin-san! Before I forget I wanted to pass these on to celebrate the occasion!" 

He'd present the box of various hairpins to the table. 

"You can either put them in your hair or pin it to your clothing!" 

He'd go through the proper procedure in offering three times, and after everyone, except a certain someone got their pins— He'd move onto the real matter of why he was here. 

"Ukagabokohikogabako-san! There's something I'd like to discuss with you, mind **Getting up?** Only for a second!" 

Rather than hear a protest or wait in general, Yutos hand clenched the back of his kimono's neck. Pulling the man up and off his knees as he'd walk him to the embassy gates. Trying to be discreet as possible there wasn't much hiding the Magistrates discontent. 

~~After stepping outside the Embassy Yuto would grab onto the stinky Scorpion and yeet him out of the server where no one would go looking for him.~~ 

After returning he'd greet the table once more. 

"I hope you're all enjoying the chicken festival! If I don't get around to seeing you all before the night ends, Goodnight! And don't have too much fun now!" 

The Scorpion then went back to his own table. 

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Carol
Moshi Mai's lips curled up into a lovely smile as she stared down the long-named Rokugo, especially when Bayushi Yuto of all Scorpion came to snatch him up. "Wise call, Magistrate-san," She chuckled, "You two have a wonderful chit-chat!" Mai suppressed a chuckle, and moved to better view the remaining guests, Temujin and Akechi. 

"You'll have to forgive me," Mai said, still chuckling, "But what man comes to an embassy reeking like that? It's unbecoming to do so in a lady's presence, even if that lady is _me."_ She finally felt like she could eat, and got right into it. She started with a wing, having never really had a taste for land animals in general, and found it to be decent. Well cooked, and juicy. Not her favorite, but she could enjoy it. 

"You know," Mai said after eating for a spell, "I'd wager he's here without his wife. Every man -or woman, for that matter- often can't function without their betrothed. One relies on the other so much, they forget that they need worry about it. Surely, our Scorpion friend's wife would've thwarted that incident before it ever happened." 

She looked between the two men, though her curiosity sat especially with Temujin. "Tell me, young men that you are: You're both without a partner, yes? Let's say that you were betrothed: What do you think your partner would be able to rely on from you?"

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Cynthia
Akechi had been silently monitoring the exchange between the Scorpion and Ambassador Mai, ready to intervene if the situation escalated. He had grown accustomed to the diplomatic tensions that often arose in such gatherings, and it was his duty to ensure that things did not get out of hand. Fortunately, Bayushi Yuto's intervention seemed to defuse the situation, and Akechi let out a subtle sigh of relief.

Turning his attention back to the conversation at hand, Akechi decided to acknowledge Mai's compliment and return one of his own. He leaned forward with a warm smile and replied, "Thank you, Ambassador-Sama. And may I say, you certainly don't look old either. It's a testament to your grace and charm."

As the Scorpion was led away by Yuto, the table finally settled into a more peaceful atmosphere, and Akechi appreciated the opportunity to enjoy the festivities without further disturbances. Proceeding to take a couple bits from the chicken served.

Mai's comment about the Scorpion's likely marital situation and the reliance on a partner piqued Akechi's interest. He had refrained from marriage due to old wounds and a desire to maintain his freedom, but her question prompted him to consider the hypothetical scenario as he knew his time was coming sooner than later.

"Well," Akechi began, choosing his words thoughtfully, "If I were betrothed, my partner would be able to rely on my unwavering protection. They would never feel threatened by any other person, and I would keep our relationship interesting in my own way, for better or for worse."

Akechi's response was both a declaration of loyalty and a hint at his reputation for being a flirt. He couldn't help but smile, though, as he added, "I would strive to be a pillar of strength and a source of delight for my betrothed, always."

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James
He bowed shortly to their host with a broad smile, though he did take care not to notice the commotion.

The Scorpion, in addition to being pungent in odour, seemed to have a rather overeager personality if he spoke so *Boldly* (to put it *Politely*) in what was meant to be a peaceful, pleasant evening. If he didn't know better, he'd assume the man was an Ikoma, seeking to intimidate bluntly.

Akechi's tale, though, was interesting, and well-told. In a way, it was very much in the Lion spirit, to tell of senseis and honourable lessons. But to frame it through a festival and a humbling lesson was a small surprise, though he didn't show it; he'd been raised expecting that Lions would humbly brag about sombre, stoic experiences. When Mai complimented both of them, he echoed the Lion's sentiment.

*There is much between our Clans. But I'd like to think there are many like... Well, maybe not him. But like his sensei, and Katsuhiro.*

Fortunately, a friendly face promptly appeared to... Handle their most abrasive guest.

"Enjoy your evening, Yuto-san! *Bayushi-san.*" Temujin returned to their temporary guest, his tone and smile shifting seamlessly from jovial to cool as he addressed each one.

Turning his attention back to the table, he smiled as he heard Mai's commentary, adding more to his plate in the process.

Then the tides shifted, and like the deft sailor she was, Mai returned with her earlier topic, this time addressing both Lion and Unicorn to avoid seeming like she was singling him out. And while he certainly enjoyed her wit and wisdom, he stayed on his toes, remembering the earlier conversation.

He had time to think of his reply while the Lion answered (while also measuring what those words meant). In turn, he looked among them and spoke, his expression composed but warm.

*One relies on the other. Now what would Kana be able to rely on me for?*

"Were I betrothed," He answered, his cadence measured, "My wife would have a listening ear to hear her, my hands to protect her, and shoulders ready to support her through anything."

He was careful not to make things blatantly romantic, of course; those qualities were at least still within the realm of being dutiful partners. But as he paused to take a sip of the plum wine, the Shinjo's smile brightened. Thoughts of a certain Sun Priestess were on his mind, imagining what it would be like to say these words to her.

"But more than that, a partner on this new journey, who wants to share in it with her. Someone who's not afraid to venture into new territory, while also being wise in how we do so. And together, it's my sincerest wish that we'd enjoy what life has to offer while remembering to watch out for each other. Marriage is a noble Duty, of course... But I hope I'd be able to share its delights with her."

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Carol
If Mai was honest, she only really cared about Temujin's answer, for reasons that were obvious to her (and most likely Temujin, too). But, she still took in Akechi's response, and found it to be very much expected from the Akodo. 

"Ah, so much like a Lion to express love with the threat of violence, hm?" She was teasing, her tone light and playful. "Not that it's a bad thing; I know I was always impressed when my late husband broke someone on my behalf. Rare that it was I couldn't handle it myself, but the thought surely counts." Akechi's more flirtatious addition got the woman to roll her eyes, though she _did_ find it charming, in the most impure of ways. 

"If you keep talking like that, Akodo-san, you'll need to find more places to hang those fans of yours." She gave him a wink, and sipped her wine as Temujin spoke. 

As expected, levelheaded and sincere. Truly compassion was important to the Unicorn. The smile on his lips said that he meant it, and for whom he meant those claims for. It was so romantic! But, Mai wasn't done with her little tests.

"You young men are much more romantic than they were in my day," She said. "My marriage was very difficult to get off the ground, with plenty of fights and arguments. See, Moshi and Yoritomo were both their respective minor clans at that time, with vastly different philosophies. The Moshi Family is matriarchal, like your Utaku family, Shinjo-san, so when I was to marry a Yoritomo, there was much bickering on who would marry into what family. And that turned into an outright duel." Mai spoke of it like a silly anecdote, but it was anything but. "We eventually reached a compromise: We would wed, and keep our respective names, but promised to improve _both_ of our clans. If we had sons, they would be Yoritomo, and if we had daughters, Moshi. It worked rather well, in all honesty, but it meant we had to set _pride_ aside." 

She looked at Akechi and Temujin, though the target of her question was obvious. "Could either of you be able to do that? Juggle responsibility and pride for the sake of love and honor?" 

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Cynthia
The unicorn's answer was definitely a well-developed one, almost as if he was in love at this very instance. Sadly in his case, he couldn't relate, or better said he didn't want to admit familiarity with what he was expressing. He once shared a similar sentiment but it seemed that way long ago.

But Akechi's smile remained, and he chuckled at Ambassador Mai's playful teasing about expressing love through the threat of violence. "Well, Ambassador-Sama, sometimes a Lion's love is fierce and protective. We have a unique way of showing our affection."

Her playful remarks about needing more places to hang his fans earned another smirk from Akechi. He played along with her flirtatious tone, "If that's the case, I'd be more than willing to find the perfect place to display them."

As Mai continued with her story about the challenges of her own marriage and the need to set aside pride for the greater good, Akechi listened attentively. The compromise between two minor clans and the promise to improve both families struck a chord with him. It was a testament to the lengths people would go to ensure the prosperity of their clans.

When she posed the question about juggling responsibility and pride for the sake of love and honor, Akechi responded without hesitation. "Yes, Ambassador-Sama. If it meant ensuring the honor and prosperity of my clan, I would willingly set aside personal pride and do whatever was necessary." His loyalty to the Lion Clan and his understanding of the importance of duty were evident in his words. Akechi was a samurai who believed in putting his clan's honor above all else.

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James
He had to admit, as a fellow bushi, he understood Akechi's martial spirit more than he let on. Though while he knew Lions were as human as everyone else, to see one with such *Vigour* Was unusual. He'd thought only the Ikoma were so bold in their dalliances.

*Might be fun to share tea with him sometime.*

Mai's own response was a delightful story from her past, giving him insight into her audacious but warmhearted nature even as he understood its meaning immediately. And certainly, he was no stranger to the concerns of joining families; both his great loves, after all, were from matriarchal families.

Could *We keep both our names? Well... Mai and her husband shared a Clan. We, on the other hand...*

Then came the question: Could they manage both responsibility and pride for the sake of love and honour?

Mai, in their meetings and talks, would know Temujin was quick to be friendly and humble. Undoubtedly Loyal to his Clan and glad to be in it. Proud to be a Shinjo, of course, but *Proud*? That sense of confidence, value? That might be harder to measure in one so agreeable.


But it was with that self-knowledge that Temujin gave his answer, setting down his drink after a sip.

"Like all samurai, Moshi-sama, I hold my family and name precious. I *Am* Proud to be a Shinjo."

A standard boast from samurai trying to convey their virtue. Which is why the admission might stand out to those who knew the Shinjo better. His blue eyes shone with resolve, a slight but assured smile on his lips.

"But for the Honour of the Clans, and my future spouse? Absolutely. Whatever is commanded of me, I would see both love and Honour fulfilled."

No jokes about being a 'lesser' Shinjo who would likely marry out anyway. No optimistic opinions that the Shinjo teachings would remain with him. No hopeful wishes for an outcome like Mai's, working together as equals.

Just an honest answer to the question asked, respecting its weighty import.

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Carol
"You, Akodo-san, should behave yourself." Mai shook her head with a chuckle at the continuous flirting that came from the Lion. "You really can't turn it off, can you?" It was amusing, to say the least, and while Mai wouldn't act upon it, she could certainly enjoy the ill-placed attention. "Just be careful; one of these days someone's going to want more than to leave a fan, and you'll have to deal with the circumstances." 

Akechi's answer was very much a Lion's answer. Honor above all, and being willing to do anything for the prosperity of his clan. _His_ clan. It seemed he missed the point in the question, but that in and of itself was fine. "Spoken well and with Lion's Honor in mind. I can respect that." 

But it was Temujin's answer that got a careful, piercing stare as she looked for deception or uncertainty. She rested her hand on her chin, and she smiled as she viewed the Unicorn, but that smile didn't reach that glare. She took every word into consideration, and found Temujin... Acceptable.

Mai pointed at Temujin, before giving him a single poke on the chest. "You, Shinjo Temujin, I approve of." She left it at that; he'd know what that meant, though no one else was likely to pick up the hidden meaning. "I might just have to take you for myself before some lucky woman snatches you up, you know!" She drank the rest of her wine and beckoned a servant to pour more, and more for the two men at her table as well. "Oh, and I suppose if you decline, Akodo-san would work, once he's trained properly!" 

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Michael
Soon a looming figure would shadow above the Akodo. Miu. Her figure was bright and violent and at the same time warming and friendly. She would bow down at every one of them before bowing down to the appropriate depth. Starting with the Ambassador at the table. *"I hope this feast brings joy to you all. May I be truly direct and ask for an invitation to join you for a drink?"* Miu questioned. The golden eyes would glare at Akechi to make sure he was behaving around the mantis ambassador. After all she had to prevent him from being punished by Himiko. It was a funny and newfound task she decided to take upon when Himiko had questioned to do so. 

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Cynthia
Amidst the vibrant festivities of the chicken festival, Akechi soaked in the lively atmosphere, his senses heightened by the interplay of personalities around him. Temujin's martial vigor was not lost on the Lion, and a subtle camaraderie grew beneath their distinct banners.

Listening to Temujin's earnest response, Akechi appreciated the depth in the Unicorn's commitment to both love and honor. A genuine smile crept onto Akechi's face, acknowledging the rarity of such humility from a Lion's counterpart. 

Mai's playful reprimand drew a hearty chuckle from Akechi. "Forgive me, Ambassador-sama, for I am but a humble servant to the allure that graces our gathering. A samurai's heart is bound by duty, but admiration knows no restrictions." He responded with a twinkle in his eye, embracing the delightful dance of flirtation woven into the celebration.

As Mai expressed her approval of Temujin with a pointed gesture, Akechi joined in the amusement. "Well it seems you have the favor of the esteemed Ambassador-sama. Quite the honor," He teased, a camaraderie underlying his words. The mention of a potential alternative earned a sly grin from the Lion, appreciating the lightness in the banter.

Miu's looming presence drew Akechi's attention, and he met her gaze with a respectful nod. "Miu-san, your request is more than welcome. Join us in the celebration," He offered, raising his cup in a silent toast to unity.

In the midst of the festival's vibrant tapestry, Akechi found joy in the convergence of diverse spirits, eagerly anticipating the shared moments that lay ahead.

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James
Mai's scrutiny raised the tension, and Temujin shifted in his seat once; he'd certainly been on the receiving end of it before in the Embassy, but this was an entirely different topic and on a whole other level.

So when she voiced her approval, he was both relieved and flattered, perhaps as much as if Kana's own mother had said so. The tone lightened considerably with her jests and Akechi's banter, and he laughed lightly while his cheeks coloured with a light blush.

"Indeed, Akodo-san. Moshi-sama's respect means a great deal to me indeed."

*And as more than just the Ambassador.*

Of course, he didn't mind the teasing, either, nor the brief contact. Having gained an understanding of politics and the drama endemic at courts, he delighted in such simpler, more personal exchanges so often denied to samurai.

That he could share these with a Lion helped him to warm up to Akechi as well. The man may not fit the Lion image, but he seemed an eager, friendly spirit.

"You flatter me, Moshi-sama, though I must respectfully decline," He returned with a smirk while reaching for his cup. "Just think what the rumour mill could do with the Mantis Ambassador's love life!"

Their conversation was briefly interrupted by the large frame of Kitsu Miu. The Shinjo smiled honestly in return, remembering their own meetings over jewellery and jiujutsu.

"You are welcome to join us, Kitsu-san. This has been a joyous night indeed! Please allow me to express my thanks to our hosts."

*Well, Scorpion aside, but that's on him.*

And in preparation for the rest of the evening, he helped himself to more of the chicken. This time, a whole leg to go with his rice. The chicken was delicious and crispy with just a pinch of spicy seasoning that didn't overwhelm, which was a tasty reminder of home.

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Carol
"Oh, please, turn off that flirtatious aura," Mai laughed, "Before you get more than you bargained for! I'm well respected among your ambassador, I might just make you my husband and put you to work. Matriarchal family, you see; You _don't_ want to end up on the barnacle-cleaning crew, mind you." 

At Temujin's 'declining to her offer,' she laughed again. "Trust me, there _is_ no love life, and I'm quite fine with that. You youngsters coming out of the woodwork to flirt with me is far too much. I'm starting to think I'm just practice before the lot of you try and woo the geishas on the island! No, I'll stick with my pillow books and sake. Makes for much better company." 

This was all good fun. With her assessment of Temujin done and the insescent but amusing flirtations of Akechi, Mai had a nice thing going. And to make things better, Miu approached and asked to sit. "Of course, Kitsu-san! Please, drink with us." She had a round poured for the four of them, and propsed a toast. "To the Lion, for hosting a grand party with even grander guests." 

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Michael
Miu had bowed down to everyone once again in the appropriate depth. She would settle down and make sure everyone was granted a drink. A smile would grow on her face. *"Akodo-san. I trust you have made our guests comfortable."* Miu would grant him that and a wide smile. 

Soon her eyes would glance at Temujin. Happy to see him at last. He was an honorable Unicorn and she admired him. She would start and feast on some chicken as well as she hadn't eaten this night yet. She was starving. 

Soon Mai was up and she smirked. *"Moshi-sama. Please help me refrain from drinking too much or I'll come and challenge you soon enough to an arm wrestle match."* Miu had joked. She knew Mai would take it the way she had taken their legendary brawl with a bittersweet end. She would rest a bit and take a sip of her drink. 

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Cynthia
Amidst the lively festivities, Akechi found himself immersed in the playful banter and camaraderie. Temujin's laughter resonated with sincerity, and the warmth shared between clans felt palpable.

As Mai playfully admonished Akechi's flirtatious nature, the Lion maintained a charismatic grin, "Your warning is duly noted, Ambassador-sama. I shall strive to keep my barnacle-cleaning skills sharp, just in case."

Temujin's refusal to Mai's jests evoked a shared laugh, revealing a camaraderie forming within their circle. While Mai added her own flair to the festivities. "Flirtations aside, I appreciate the wisdom of sticking to pillow books and sake. Perhaps we could all benefit from such simple pleasures."

As Miu joined them, Akechi met her gaze with a respectful nod, "Indeed, Miu-san. Our guests are in good spirits, and your presence adds to the joy of this night."

Taking a sip from his cup, Akechi reflected on the diverse personalities surrounding him. Temujin's honorable demeanor, Mai's spirited wit, and Miu's stalwart dedication painted a vibrant picture of unity.

As Miu playfully addressed Mai, the Lion couldn't help but join in the laughter, "Now this would be something you don't see everyday. If that's the case why don't we do a competition of our own?" He said playfully while looking towards the Unicorn.

With the night unfolding and the bonds strengthening, Akechi savored the moments of shared laughter and the prospect of forging meaningful connections.

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James
Temujin chuckled slightly in response to Akechi's comeback to Mai. That sort of thing might get him challenged by more conservative Lions, but he got the feeling Akechi wouldn't mind.

"So it's true that the Akodo learn much more than just the six weapons!" He teased, though his tone of mockery was gentle rather than demeaning.

Though when he suggested they hold their own contest, the Shinjo's lips curled into a smirk. The sake was working within him, stirring some of the embers of his family's free spirit he usually held the reins for.

"I don't see why not, Akodo-san. As my senseis say, there's a time and season for everything."

Reaching over, he smoothly poured a cup for Akechi.

"And tonight is a good time to eat, drink, and be merry, thanks to our hosts! So I'll drink a toast to all of you. Kanpai!"

He'd dare a bit more this night, though not too much lest he accidentally let something slip. But to the Shinjo, this was a perfect party. Good food, good drinks, good company, and the Clans getting along (or at least pretending to).

That he had earned the approval he needed from Kana's superior made it sweeter.

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Carol
All-in-all, the revelry was nice. Mai had done it all: she had been flirted with by a young man, she ate her fill, she teased a few people, and she bullied a Scorpion so badly that he had to be taken away with haste. It had been a glorious night. 

In the moment, there was a moment of clarity. She was _good_ at this courtly thing, wasn't she? No scandal, no buffoonery, at least not on her part. It was definitely odd, and she was still sure she wasn't made for the acts, and yet, there she was, enjoying it. What a time to realize she wasn't so shabby at a new skill. An old dog learning a new trick. 

So, when Temujin offered a toast, Mai accepted, raising her cup. "Agreed, Shinjo-san! To our hosts, and to you all for the company! Banzai!" 

She emptied her cup, and slammed it down on the table. "Now, Kitsu-san, rolling up her sleeve and displaying her tattoos, "Get that arm on the table, and let's see what you can do!"

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