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How much are you willing to offer in order to get your long awaited revenge? Set in federal Japan, one family willing to offer anything goes after the man who ruined their lives. (Two roles left!)
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Peace was blooming under the control of Ms. Chihuru Tabasaki, the current ruler of the legendary Tabasaki family, who had strong political influence and strength, all the way back to the Heian period. Over the years, the bloodline had remained and strengthened their political influence and had ruled several cities over the last decade. Ms. Chihuru was viewed as an icon, an ambassador, of peace, honor, beauty and control.
However, there was another quickly rising family known as the Kobayashi family, who had been ruling another province for quite some time. The ruler, the power-hungry Haru kobayashi, raided the section of Kyoto where the Tabasaki family had their household, killing their current ruler as well as their first-born son. The ronin hired by the family for protection were easily killed as well by the powerful and experienced opponents' swords. The rest of the family was left alive for Haru to keep his honor, but they were left weak and without the power the family once had.
Yet, the Tabasaki family had several sons as well as daughters, and after the bloodbath that had happened in their own home, the second-born son, who was the new head of the family, swore to avenge both his older brother and his mother, with his own hands.
This roleplay will be taking place in the Sengoku period, but it will not be entirely correct to its era. The technology will be more or less the same, with weak bombs developed as well as fireworks. Culture is still important and the Samurai still live for honor and dishonoring their name would lead to preforming seppuku.
Akio Tabasaki | Male | 27-30 | Reserved by roomrider | The new head of the Tabasaki family after Chihuru was killed. Believes in honor and the art of the Samurai. Has sworn revenge over the Kobayashi family. Despite his strong belief for honor, he is still willing to take any help he can get in order to reach his goal, as long as he gets to kill Haru Kobayashi himself
Satoru Tabasaki | Male | 24 | FuyuHana | The third born son of the Tabasaki family. He, like his older brother, believes in the ways of the samurai, though he is not as open-minded when it comes to reaching the goal of getting revenge over the Kobayashi. If the process isn't done in the way of the samurai, he means it would be dishonoring the family name. Wants Amaya executed because of her honorless ways of killing, but his older brother denies his wish. Often acts hostile towards her.
Keira Tabasaki | Female | 24-27 | Divinity Sky | The first born daughter of the Tabasaki household. Much like her mother, she is beautiful and believes in peace. She wishes to use political connections in order to reach the family's goal, though the third-born son says against her.
______ Tabasaki | Female | 18-20 | Open | The second born daughter of the Tabasaki household. Unlike the rest of her family, she wish to just drop the case, not wanting to see any more blood get spilled. Peace is an important part of her ways of thought and means that murder is wrong, even for vengeance.
Amaya Yoshida | Female | 20-30 | Robbhus | A young female ninja whose father had a lot of connection with the Tabasaki family in the past. For the last ten years, she has been living with the Tabasaki family. Her father who also lived there recently passed away. Despite never being hostile towards him, often gets in trouble with the third-born son.
Servants of the Tabasaki family
Akemi Suzuku | Female | 23 | FuyuHana |
Joaquim "Sanashi" Espada | Male | 24 | Aristocratic |
Akira Yagami | Unknown | Ever |
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# 2013-11-15 17:32:31 , as written by Robbhus
It was late at night, and most of the house had gone to sleep. The silence was consuming the essence of people being around, something some might enjoy, while other might detest. Regardless, the house was silent, and it was late at night, the moon being the only light source from outside.
A lonely light was lit in the upper end room in the Tabayahi residence, a small oil lamp hanging from the wooden roof by an old thread. The room was mostly not decorated, the only kind of ornaments that it sported was a small square table and a two-tiered cherry-wood weapon rack, one long sword and one short. The short was covered in bamboo while the other had a thin, sturdy leather scabbard. The only light source in the room apart from the oil lantern over the table was the circular window, sharing a dim tone of gray coming from the moon, a light easily consumed by the burning oil. The room didn't even have anything a normal person would consider as comfortable, it was just... Floor and walls.
By the small table in the center of the room sat a lone woman, her hair flowing down her back and her eyes focused on the sensitive equipment she was holding in her hands. One small shell in form of a small pipe, and a small metal pin in the other hand, as she slowly united the small bits.
Sadly enough, cheap equipment comes with the cost of being unreliable. The pin she had been trying to place had been a splinter, and the shell was a bombshell, filled with a light-emitting powder as well as gunpowder. It wasn't the ideal thing to buy cheap.
A loud bang could be heard trough the whole house, and from the window pointing out, a short beam of white light shot out, filling the night with its rays.
The woman sitting by the table, better known as Amaya, was holding her left hand in her burning eyes, not having noticed in time that the splinter for the bomb she had been making had felt into the mixture of yellow and gray powder. She had barely managed to let go of the advanced piece of technology before it went off. It was an embarrassment, undoubtedly. The whole house would probably be woken up. The only one she truly felt sorry for was Akemi, as she would have to deal with her younger brother. The others would probably not be all too affected, though she had no doubts that some would get angry to say the least. She would simply have to explain and then take whatever punishment or whatever the house decided to put upon her.
Currently though, she only had her ears to rely on though. She would be blinded for quite the while considering how close the grenade had detonated to her, and her eyes was drowning in water from the way too bright light, and her ears hurt from the loud bang. Regardless, she was still alive, which was the most important. She was currently bent over so her hand was resting on the floor with her eyes held down to the purple cloth, covering them from any other light, as it would simply hurt. The best way to neutralize the effect was to simply cover her eyes, or so her father had told her at least.
She could already hear footsteps in the hallway and was sure that someone was coming. Damn, this would be hard to explain...
Meanwhile, on the other end of Kyoto, there was a quite different party sitting around a differently shaped table in a bigger, better lit up room. The part consisted of twelve men from Kyoto, rich business owners, Samurai families that had lost their land, you name it. On the end of the table, there was one quite well known man, simply known as Kobayashi. The men had been sitting there for four hours straight, but couldn't end at such a moment because it would mean bad luck. Kobayashi had been leading the discussion till now, though he suddenly now let the rest of the table talk.
The discussion had been mainly about how they should split the wealth killing off the entire Tabasaki family would give. A strong samurai wanted friends that could back one up when things were going dire, and that was exactly what the Kobayashi was going. The more friends, the more strength, and the more forces. Most store-owners had trained one of their sons to serve the emperor, but since nothing was going on, they could be considered as Ronin, and if there was one thing the powerhungry head of the murderous family wanted, it was more power, power to beat down all the enemies he could ever encounter.
# 2013-11-15 18:58:26 , as written by Aristocatic
The unmistakable sound of the base of a cane gently coming to rest on the wooden floor slowly drew closer to Amaya's room.
The pacing of the sounds was distinctly leisurely, as though their creator had all the time in the world to get where he was going. Their creator, a shirtless young man whose European features would have stood out in any crowd in Japan, wore a look of mild amusement as he slowly but surely made his way down the hall, a bottle of sake loosely dangling in his left hand while he leaned on his gaudy cane with his right. While the only thing he was wearing at the moment were baggy brown breeches which covered his ruined right leg, some of his scars from that experience were still visible on the right side of his lower stomach and all across his chest.
The reason for Joaquim's incomplete outfit was that he had been just laying down to finally go to sleep when... something... exploded. While an explosion like that might be alarming to most people, panic was not a feeling that Joaquim was familiar with. Besides, Joaquim was intimately familiar with the workings of explosives. Based purely on the sound, it had undoubtedly been an unpleasant mistake in whatever activity Miss Yoshida had been getting up to, but not a possibly fatal one. Still, at the very least he felt obliged to check up on the poor girl and, maybe if she was feeling up to it, trying again under his supervision. If it involved explosives, Joaquim felt, it could always be better if it involved him.
Another cane-assisted step, another swig of sake.
Joaquim finally came to a halt just outside of Amaya's room, took yet another swig from sake bottle and gave a gentle series of raps against the wall with his cane. He had rushed into the room of a lady without knocking before. He would rather have lost the use of his other leg than have another experience like that one. He ran the hand holding the bottle of sake through his hair, getting himself ready.
"Everything all right in there, love? That sounded an awful lot like an explosion." The words took longer than Joaquim would have liked. It would have sounded poetic in his native Portuguese, or even one of the other Romance languages, but Joaquim's Japanese was slow, the pronunciation of all the most important words was just a bit off. Joaquim gave a quick sigh of annoyance. He never would quite get the hang of this language. "Can I come in?" A simple phrase like that, Joaquim could handle.
# 2013-11-15 22:03:20 , as written by Divinity Sky
Keira Tabasaki
"Clang"
As the moon grew full in the night, and as the stars twinkled gently, Keira twirled the sword in her hands, the metallic grey reflecting the stars from above straight into her eyes. It didn't matter though, Keira had her eyes closed, drawing in the silence around her, before leaping forward, disappearing like a shadow before appearing and attacking the dummy.
"Screeeeech"
It scraped, metal on metal, and instinctively Keira huddled onto the ground, her hands dropping the sword onto the ground with another clang, before retracting to cover her ears protectively. When she realized how stupid she looked at the moment, and how there weren't going to be any more loud screeches of metal on metal, she stood, looking as if she hadn't done anything strange.
She picked up the blade, stroking the edges in slight amusement, before setting it down onto a table on the side of the room, but not before it lightly sliced across her finger, and a droplet of blood fell to the floor.
Time slowed, Keira felt like she was paralyzed, unable to move, looking down on the drop of blood on the floor, then tilting her head the slightest to stare at the cut on her finger, and the blood dripping steadily down her finger, onto her palm.
"Akemi..." She whispered, as if mere words so quiet could be heard. She closed her eyes, her breathing uneven. Then she screamed, a loud piercing sound that etched itself into the night, before fading away...
# 2013-11-16 06:30:18 , as written by roomrider
In a room, a man lay silently in his bed. He wasn't asleep, his eyes weren't even closed. The lamp laying close-by had been snuffed hours ago. Akio Tabasaki second born son of the Tabasaki's lay there, eyes unfocused and staring at nothing in particular. He listened intently to nothing but silence, and many thoughts were swirling endlessly around his tired mind.
The meeting had gone quite badly. The Kobayashi had been very rude and difficult, they even went to the extent of threatening the Tabasakis. "Of course they wouldn't dare carry out what they stated." Akio thought. But the encounter would obviously send the road of the Tabasaki, Kobayashi family relations into the depths.
Just then an ear piercing scream broke the dead silence of the night. Akio bolted upright, and hastily grabbed his katana off of it's rack. He ran out of his room, and rushed in the direction of the scream. Akio screeched to a stop at the sight of an open door. To Akio's horror, it was his mother's room, the door was hastily flayed open. Akio carefully inched his way inside, hand on the handle of his sheathed katana.
There mother's body lay on the floor, in a pool of something but in the current light, he couldn't see it properly. Akio nudged closer to the puddle of liquid until he could smell it. It was blood, Mother's blood. Akio jolted upright in shock. "No...this can't be happening..."
A grunt from closeby, quickly shifted Akio's attention away from his mother's body. He moved as quietly as he could in it's direction, his sword now drawn. Akio worked his way towards the room where the grunt originated, and finally worked up the courage to enter through the already open door.
The room was empty, not a soul in sight. Or so he thought, until his foot stepped in a thick liquid, crimson in the moonlight. Akio could barely keep himself from vomiting as his eyes traced the trail of blood to a motionless figure laying face-down close to the walls of the room. He couldn't believe how he'd missed the body, and quickly knelt down beside it. To his uttermost surprise, the face of the man belonged to his elder brother.
When the shock finally decided to subside ever so slightly, Akio checked for breathing and heartbeat. None. Then, Akio could feel the wetness of the tears running down his cheeks. He really couldn't help himself, and for a few seconds Akio sobbed, for this was just too unbelievably horrible. Something out of a tall tail. His brother and mother, murdered on the same night. And just like that, Akio abruptly stood erect and regained his composure. He wiped away the remaining moisture on his face, and sheathed his sword.
"Tsk, what would brother say if he saw me like this?" Akio said to himself, as he walked out of the room. "I must check on the others."
The deafening roar of the explosion yanked Akio awake from his awful nightmare. "What is going on?" Akio thought as he quickly retrieved his katana and tessen. He then sprinted full speed to where the explosion seemed to have originated, Amaya's room. When he drew closer, he slowed down his pace to silent strides, but when he reached his destination, he could see the figure of a man standing just outside of Amaya's room. The lighting was too insufficient to tell his fine features, but he looked suspicious enough just standing there. The man didn't seem to be paying Akio any attention and seemed to be patiently waiting for something, or someone. "Fool". Akio thought as he slowly drew his katana. "No matter, I will have to dispose of him, quickly." Akio quietly crept closer to the unaware figure and gripped his tessen ever so tightly in his left hand.
The first person appearing was undoubtedly Joaquim. The rhythmical sound of the cane knocking towards the floor as the man walked down the hallway was impossible to miss. She could even hear the sound of liquid being shifted around in a bottle. It was probably some alcohol, and it was definitely Joaquim who was drinking from it, just like always. While she didn't have any problem with alcohol, she wondered how he could afford drinking as much as he did, it wasn't cheap after all, and being drunk wasn't the best when working, not that she really knew what he did for the household.
The second person was... Akio. It was the pattern of the walking that told it. He was heavier than any female in the house, and he did not have a cane like Joaquim. Besides that, Satoru would have walked a lot softer, and as well as that, he was heavier than Akio because of his more muscular build. Also, Satoru's walking pattern would have been entirely different. While Sayuri doubted that Akio would be armed and move in an attack stance, Satoru undoubtedly would have and therefor, there was little to no chance that the person coming after Joaquim was Akio. Well, either that, or a heavy lady, something she doubted.
Now, there was only one thing yet. How would she reply. She didn't want to appear as weak by just letting them in, but on the other hand, some water to clean her eyes would have been good. She could probably walk down to the first floor pretty silently just based on how many times she stepped forward. However, she would only be pushing aside what was impossible to avoid. She would, in the end, have to explain herself. She stood up and grabbed the shortest blade, the ninjato, from the rack before slowly walking towards the sliding door leading to the hallway. She kept one sleeve in front of her eyes for the walk, and as she passed the table, she pushed off the scabbard and flipped the blade around so it was in a defensive stance. She could rely on just her hearing and defend herself for a good while, at least till her eyesight came back. Hopefully however, she wouldn't have to do anything.
She only had one free hand, and that was the one covering her eyes. What should she do? Uncovering her eyes was probably the smartest, she couldn't keep them covered for hours anyways. And so she did, closing her eyes in an instant. They burned, the dim light from the lantern was more than enough to make her squeal slightly in pain, though it was so faint that without listening, she doubted that anyone would hear it, though it was of course not impossible. She wiped over her eyes with the sleeve of the loose hanging purple shirt before putting one hand on the door. Her eyes remained closed for the time being. She couldn't reach up to the lantern without jumping, and she didn't exactly want to mess around with burning oil without seeing anything. She would have to ask at least one of the two men to come inside and turn out the light so she could open her eyes again.
One hand rested on the sliding door's handle for a couple seconds before she slid it open in a slow motion, and only about halfway. When she opened the door, she was already sitting on her knees respectfully. Since she had created disorder, it would have been straight out rude to not show any sign of apologize. "Joaquim-San-" There was a slight pause as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up, just to make sure. "Akio-dono, I apologize for creating disorder and disturbing you, it wasn't intentional and won't happen again" One hand still held the straight blade, though it was quite loosely. Her other hand was resting on the floor as she bent forward in apologize, some of her front hair-locks touching the wooden floor. The lantern continued to flicker ever so lightly in the background, and the seconds felt like hours as the young woman waited for any sort of response from one of the two men.
# 2013-11-17 01:41:18 , as written by FuyuHana
Akemi, that night, had to sit in her room for nearly a whole hour because her brother had a nightmare. Because of that, she sat near her bed, which was taken by Mamoru, until he'd finally fall asleep. The whole time she hoped for silence, that way she wouldn't have to wait any longer. As much as she loved her brother, she also couldn't risk falling behind in her job as a servant for the Tabasaki family.
Just after she heard his light snores, she quickly, but silently got out of the room to take a midnight walk. Despite how tired she was, she didn't exactly feel like she had to sleep, and definitely didn't want to just yet, thus explaining her stride around the house at night.
While she began to walk around, her hands folded into her pink kimono while her white hair nearly dragged at her feet, she heard small noises coming from a few feet in front of her. After proceeding to walk just a little further, she saw Keira, the oldest daughter of the family that Akemi took a great liking to. Seeing her practice with a sword made Akemi a little anxious that she'd hurt herself, but she knew how much the girl didn't like her saying things like that and only approached slowly.
Unfortunately, her thoughts were right and a yelp came from the eldest daughter. Akemi broke out into a small sprint, being careful not to wake the others in the house, thinking they were all asleep and kneeled at her side before whispering with a concerned look in her eyes after hearing her whisper, "Akemi..."
"I'm here, Keira-sama." She said silently, so that only she could hear since she didn't want any others to be woken up on her according. Whatever punishment she'd get for that would definitely be the worst, "I'll wrap up the wound... Please be careful when practicing the art of the sword. It's very dangerous and it's horrible to see you hurt this way..." She said, a motherly frown on her face as she, without needing to think, ripped off part of the sleeve of her kimono and gently began to wrap it around Keira's finger.
Suddenly something went off, sounding like an explosion. It sounded loud, and the night sky suddenly became brighter than the moonlight. From instinct, Akemi immediately stood up and began to search the perimeter, unaware of what was going on. Even though she couldn't exactly fight, it was still her duty to protect the Tabasaki family at all costs.
Once the light faded, she turned back to Keira with a smile and said gently, "Please excuse me for a moment." She did a small and formal bow, as she always did before hurrying to where she sensed the explosion to have come from, 'What... was that...' She wondered to herself, even more concerned, but this time for the whole family.
Finally, Akemi arrived to what appeared to be Amaya Yoshida's room, and there were already two people there. She recognized one to be the second son of the Tabasaki family, Akio, one of the people she almost feared, and the other figure, after a great deal of adjusting to the darkness after the flash of light, to be Joaquim Espada, a foreigner and also a servant. For a small moment, in the dark, she could have sworn she saw him drawing his katana, "Akio-sama-"
Akemi then saw that the door slide open as Amaya revealed herself, only seeing Akio and Joaquim as Akemi was further out of view, "Joaquim-San, Akio-dono, I apologize for creating disorder and disturbing you, it wasn't intentional and won't happen again."
Akemi raised an eyebrow and walked a little closer to see what was going on, but even though the two of them were practically servants to the Tabasaki family, she wasn't rude enough to glance into her room but instead asked calmly, addressing Amaya normally, but with a little more respect than usual since she didn't want to appear that informal in front of the head son, "Amaya-san... What were you doing, exactly?"
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As Akio drew closer to the figure, he realized it was only the short form of Joaquim, obviously up to no good. In one hand he held his cane and in the other... his cursed flask of sake. Akio reddened realizing his own stupidity. He was just growing a bit antsy, that was all. He hoped no-one had noticed his act of stupidity as he prepared to sheath his katana.
As if to answer his thoughts, he heard a feminine voice resonate, "Akio-sama-" Akio cringed, as he turned to see Akemi's small figure standing close-by. As he quickly sheathed his katana he opened his tessen and began to fan himself awkwardly trying to make the warmth enveloping his reddening face recede.
As he revived his stride towards Joaquim, he saw the door to Amaya's room open and he heard Amaya's voice. "Joaquim-San-" A moment later her voice returned, "Akio-dono, I apologize for creating disorder and disturbing you, it wasn't intentional and won't happen again." Akio was quite surprised that she had known he was there all along. Obviously he would have to work on muffling his footsteps from the ear. He then heard Akemi's voice sing in reply, "Amaya-san... What were you doing, exactly?"
After a few moments of silence, Akio realized that Amaya was waiting for a response, which he abruptly gave. "It is quite alright," Akio replied. "because I'm assuming you were doing something quite important in the process." He snapped. Akio didn't even bother to look at Amaya until now, and he realized she genuinely was sorry. "No really, I don't mind." Akio said softening his tone.
Just then, Akio remembered Akemi. He grudgingly turned to face her. "Yes Akemi? Is there something you would like to say?
'Your stance is off, Satoru!' His teacher would continuously scold him, tapping his left ankle with her bamboo pole gently, but hard enough to give him a reminder that it was his third mess up that day with the same position, 'Standing like this is an easy opening for your left knee to be struck, and you will never be able to reach to defend in time. Thus, you would be injured on your shin and most likely tumbled over as it is an obvious welcome to any flip.'
Satoru looked at her with awe that she knew so much about the next move his opponent would make, if he was fighting one, but during this time where he gawked at her, she rolled her eyes and did the exact thing she described, slapping his knee with the stick as he went down to grab it out of instinct and pain before them flipping him around and back onto his back. The 13 year old child was no chance against her, 'You didn't fix it in time.' She'd say with a small smile tugging at her lips before ruffling his hair after he sucked up the pain and grinned back at her. Those were the good days.
Then, she got sick.
'Kou!' Satoru began to yell, three years later once he figured out his teacher, who he thought of as family, was dying, 'Kou!' He repeated, tears filling his eyes like the child he really was, deep down.
The woman with black hair, lying on the bed, her breath scarcely loud now, raised a hand and patted the boy's head and said to him with her usual smile, 'Not bad for a kid your age. You did well.' She coughed out blood, a lot of it, which spilled onto the white bedding that covered her sick body before shakily reaching for the sword at her side and handing it towards Satoru, 'I, Kou Yamamori, am your teacher, and will always be your teacher. Remember that.' She cackled.
Satoru took the sword with his weak hands that easily dropped them before turning his focus back onto his teacher, 'You can't leave me like this! You're family now! You can't just... You can't...' He was cut off again by the twitching in his jaw, trying his best to stop crying.
'Make me proud.' Was the last words before his dear teacher took her last breath.
Suddenly, flash backs of his mother and oldest brother's death played in Satoru's head during his dream. He twitched in his sleep, a frown forming on his face as his vision went red from all the blood on the ground. A horrid and terrible sight, and he could hear the screams of the two, the worst thing he could ever possibly hear.
This set him off as he quickly woke up, and, out of instinct like always, reached for his sword, drawing the katana half way until noticing he was only in his room and it was still night. Satoru was soaking in sweat, breathing incredibly heavy, and definitely was feeling light headed. After waiting a little longer, he laid down again, resting his head on the pillow before sighing, "You over worry too much." He told himself, but then the worry came back after an explosion went off and a bright light shined through his thin door.
Without even needing any thoughts of explanations, he scrambled up, taking his sword in his hand. He didn't bother to get dressed into proper clothing. Instead, her dashed out the door and headed directly to where he thought the explosion came from, and after knowing which room it was, he scowled, "What the hell did you do this time." He growled at Amaya behind the group, though being in sight seeing how two of them weren't very tall.
"My, my." Joaquim looked over his shoulder to grin at Akio. "Murder on the mind, my lord?" He kept the playful smile on his lips as he locked eyes with the older man for just a moment, then a tiny chuckle escaped his mouth. "Best save that for the Kobayashi, Akio-kun." Playing with honorifics was one of the benefits of being a foreigner. If somebody took serious offense, he could just play it off as being a strange foreigner with a poor grasp of the language. With the tiniest of shrugs, Joaquim returned his attention to the rest of the gathering group.
Akemi arrived first, followed shortly by Saturo. Joaquim gave Akemi an expedited yet exaggerated bow. "My muse." Saturo had harsh words for Amaya, as usual. Joaquim was, at that point, too lost in his now racing thoughts to give his own acknowledgement to Saturo.
Having heard their questions, Joaquim couldn't help but wonder. Amaya had apologized, yes, but his curiosity was not yet sated. Explosions were wonderful gifts and at the thought of Amaya practicing with such things, Joaquim's face immediately lit up. A mischievous smirk played its way across his lips as he thought out his best course of action, his curiosity having overwhelmed him.
Well, maybe it wasn't the best plan. But it was definitely the most entertaining. He had other motives too, of course. If he could make Amaya the victim instead of the source of the disturbance, that might alleviate some of whatever ire her little experiment had earned her from the rest of the household.
Joaquim gave a yawn and a feline stretch of the arms, at least as best as he could do without losing his balance or dropping his sake. "Well since I'm already up anyways..." With uncanny alacrity for a crippled man, Joaquim brushed his way through the doorframe and hobbled into Amaya's room, managing to find a moment within that motion to down a swig of sake. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he would know when he found it. Perhaps some trace of whatever had caused that lovely explosion. Excuses for his actions already flitted through his mind, though at this point he was planning on simply brushing off any accusations of impropriety.
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Well, the start was good, the ending was not. While she was happy that Akio didn't complain, it was still sort of a pain that both Akemi and Satoru had shown up. While Akemi wouldn't be any trouble dealing with, she feared of how Satoru would react when she said she had basically just detonated a bomb she had constructed inside of their house. Even if it was by accident, she didn't think he really cared about that, like, at all.
First Akemi, then Satoru. It would be sort of bad towards the one actually in charge, but the answer could be seen as an answer directed towards them both, primarily because they pretty much asked the same thing, just with different words and tones.
"I was making a bomb. However, it is harmless towards other than people, so please don't fear I would ruin the house. It only makes a loud sound and a bright flash"
There, pretty much the simplest explanation she could have given. Quick and straight to the point. She wasn't normally of the kind to talk in riddles anyways. Apart from every once in a while referencing old literature, she hardly ever spoke in pictures. If it wasn't possible to say in an average, understandable way, it was probably not worth saying.
"Also... I don't mean to be rude and demanding, but... Could someone put out the oil lantern in my room? I can't see anything, the flash blinded me, and the light coming from the room doesn't help with removing the effect. I don't reach up though, and I don't want to jump like I usually would as I can't see anything"
She was still in the low bow, and despite that she heard, and felt, that Joaquim stepped past her. It was impossible to be wrong, she could even smell the sake as the bottle he apparently was carrying with him obviously getting opened. The smell burned slightly in her nose, that was the cost of having strong senses, harsh smells became a lot more apparent, and despite not minding a small bit of alcohol, she couldn't stand the idea of drinking a whole bottle in less than a year.
Now then, all that was left was an reaction. Wait... What was that sound? It sounded an awful lot like a drop of liquid hitting the ground, and she suspected that it was Joaquim accidentally spilling out some of the expensive alcohol. But no, it was a lot closer, like it was right under her. She let go of the blade and stroke over her chest and stomach. And yeah, she was correct. The black market was more unreliable than ever, she had been given splintering bombshells, not soft ones meant to not do harm. Not weird everything had gone wrong, she suspected she had been given wrong fuses as well. She slowly rose up again without leaving her position on the floor, and she was still sitting on the heels of her feet as she started stroking for the first splinter and found it quite quickly. It was quite the big shard as well. She simply gripped around the dark-green material and quickly pulled it out, a few drops of blood following it.
"I apologize for not waiting, but if I don't pull them out, it could kill me, I'm afraid these things are slightly poisonous, it wasn't planned as I didn't get what I wanted when I was buying the parts"
There were four more splinters spread over her chest and stomach. None of the bits appeared to be very deep by the look of the bits and how easily they were pulled out. She simply found one, pulled it out, then went for the next one. Eventually, she held all the five metal bits in her hand.
"Please excuse me"
She stood up softly without helping herself with her hands and walked into her room and let the metal bits drop on to the low table, before turning back to the people by the door.
"If there is anything else, please come inside. If not, goodnight"
"My muse."
Akemi turned her head slightly to look at the man who was eye level with her. She made an odd face at the words, not really understanding his words at first, but then slightly nodding as she turned back to Amaya. She also bowed to the second son as he approached the group, although she paid little mind to his rude mouthing towards Amaya as she knew she'd be punished for speaking up.
"I was making a bomb. However, it is harmless towards other than people, so please don't fear I would ruin the house. It only makes a loud sound and a bright flash."
On usual terms, when the two were alone and away from the other members of the family, she'd probably giggle at how curious she is about the outside world's weapons, but instead, she kept a straight face and said, "I see. Please refrain from doing such activities in the middle of the night. It may interrupt the Tabasaki Family's sleep, and will also lessen your sleep also." She said maturely and respectfully, reflecting the attitude of a very polite woman.
Just as she was going to continue to listen to Amaya, she heard the oldest son's voice beforehand, "Yes Akemi? Is there something you would like to say?"
She turned back to him. Akemi, in the beginning, was going to ask what he was doing, raising his sword to Joaquim, but since he seemed to have put his sword back into its sheath, she quickly noticed, she made sure not to make any notice of that. She was a little late when she recognized that if she asked that she'd probably get in trouble, and would rather not at that moment. Akemi, most of all, needed a job to fund her life and her brother's especially.
It was when when she was able to remember the oldest daughter and immediately saying, struggling to hide the concern in her voice for the girl, "Keira-sama, your sister, is hurt. Please, tend to her wounds as I have only stopped the bleeding temporarily." She said, a small frown being concealed in the darkness as she began to walk in a certain direction, bowing to the group to be excused as she motioned, in a respectful way, for Akio to follow her as she would lead him to his injured sister.
Akio clenched his jaw tightly. It was just like Joaquim to rub salt in the wound, especially on one that affected his dignity. He thought about responding to Joaquim's lines, but decided it would only dig the pit deeper. So he just sighed deeply instead, as he heard Amaya's reply to Akemi and an angry Satoru. "I was making a bomb. However, it is harmless towards other than people, so please don't fear I would ruin the house. It only makes a loud sound and a bright flash"
As Akio saw Amaya pulling out shards of...something, possibly metal out of her skin, Akio felt his own skin crawl. "I apologize for not waiting, but if I don't pull them out, it could kill me, I'm afraid these things are slightly poisonous, it wasn't planned as I didn't get what I wanted when I was buying the parts." That wasn't good, "Hopefully she'll be fine." Akio thought.
He then heard Akemi's reply to his earlier question, "Keira-sama, your sister, is hurt. Please, tend to her wounds as I have only stopped the bleeding temporarily."
"Smart girl," Akio thought. "the idea is not with faults though, since I'm no doctor." Akio sighed. "Nevertheless, I should still offer her my thanks..." Akio began to follow Akemi, and as he passed Satoru, he quietly spoke. "Satoru, please make sure that everyone returns to their quarters," Akio caught a glance at Joaquim's sitting figure inside of Amaya's room. "including him, then please return, I will return shortly myself." After he finished speaking, Akio continued to follow Akemi towards his "injured" sister.
# 2013-11-22 22:46:04 , as written by Ever
The lingering scent of sake, one so overpowering that any other sense of smell was diluted, the furling wisps of tobacco smoke rising from the kiseru lazily hanging from the mens' agape mouths, their stench just adding to the abrasiveness of sake, the trails of cheap incense of sandalwood creating a thick haze in the small room. Ah yes.. this was a signature of the cheap tea houses that bordered on the Red Light district and the 'normally acceptable' world. A place where both samurai and ronin alike could come to relax, unbeknownst to their daimyos, to swap stories of their brash victories and adventures, be served tea and store-bought desserts by maiko, geisha apprentices whose onee-sans weren't as respectable or widely known as others.. and the best part; they could gamble here. Naturally, women weren't suppose to be visiting such disgraceful places (nor should they, for a matter of fact, carry around katans slung to their waists) but when has Akira ever obeyed social conventions?
With a sly smirk painting it's way onto her features, the female Ronin crossed her thin arms across her chest, a look of defiance shining within her frost-hued orbs. Giving a lazy scan of the smug features plastered onto the faces of her opponents, 3 men of samurai class, Akira could only give a small scoff. Look how confident they are.. my my.. I hope they aren't sore losers whispered the inner voice, a mischievous quality lacing each syllable. Reaching for her ochoko and raising it to her lips, Akira finally diverted her gaze to glance around at the circle of men surrounding their space, each one of them causing a ruckus of merriment and place bets in a drunken stupor, the flush of their cheeks and neck indicating they were past reasoning. With a scoff and a quick downing up the liquid, one word was given from her being. "Begin."
With a triumphant smirk set onto those upturned, gardenia-hued lips, the ronin wasted little time in sweeping her earning into the gaping mouth of her coin purse, the defeated sighs and looks of shock on those who opposed her only adding to her enjoyment. Casting them one last look of an emotion akin to swelling pride, Akira gracefully rose from her seat to thread her way through the circle of bodies. Sending a quick word of thanks over her shoulder, the female wasted hardly any time in crossing through the threshold and into the night.
Light heartedly, she tossed the weighted coin purse into the air before snatching it, a smile making her glow. "Not bad..not bad at all, Aki." was her chipper muse, an elated sense giving the words life. And with that, a soft whistle following the spoken words, the female Ronin began her trek back to the Tabasaki compound.
Akemi nodded thankfully once she saw the oldest son, now, of the family following just behind her. She took a glance at Amaya, then at Satoru, and then back at the young girl. She gave her an anxious look on her face, almost as if it were a warning that she should head to sleep as soon as possible, but turned away before she got any weird looks from anyone in sight.
"I'm not sure what happened exactly." Akemi murmured a bit, going back to Keira, quickening her pace a bit so she could get to the injured girl faster, but not too fast that the man behind her would have trouble keeping up to, "I was still awake after my brother fell asleep and decided to take a walk around the grounds. She was practicing her sword training, and I thought things were fine but then..." She sighed, "It's not too much of a bad cut, but I suggest asking for a doctor or someone of medical profession to tend to her injury."
While continuing to walk, she passed her own room where she heard her baby brother waking up, judging from the movement of sheets in the room. She flushed a bit, stopped in her foot tracks, and turned to the Tabasaki son, "Akio-sama, please excuse me." She said hesitantly, "I'm afraid my brother may wake the whole establishment, and I will quiet him down. Your sister is just a bit a head from here. Please watch over her and I'll join the two of you shortly." Akemi bowed respectfully and backed away, opening the door into her room and looking down at her little brother, Mamoru, who seemed to have awoken from a nightmare and was crying, a little loudly also.
Akio tried to keep up with the younger girl as she rushed on ahead of him. Was his physical state so deteriorated that even Akemi could outrun him? He pushed himself harder despite the physical strain that had already developed. "I'm not sure what happened exactly. I was still awake after my brother fell asleep and decided to take a walk around the grounds. She was practicing her sword training, and I thought things were fine but then..." Akio heard the girl sigh. "It's not too much of a bad cut, but I suggest asking for a doctor or someone of medical profession to tend to her injury."
Moments later, Akemi stopped so abruptly and without warning that Akio nearly ran her over. As she turned to face him he heard her say, "Akio-sama, please excuse me. I'm afraid my brother may wake the whole establishment, and I will quiet him down. Your sister is just a bit a head from here. Please watch over her and I'll join the two of you shortly." As she bowed and began to turn away, Akio just then remmembered to thank her, but all he could get out was, "A-Akemi..." unfortunately, it was too late, his words were drowned by Akemi's little Brother's cries.
"Ah well, I'll thank her later I suppose..." he thought as he began walking towards where his sister was. As he walked into the room his sister occupied, countless childhood memories and experiences bombarded Akio. A small smile even etched itself onto his face as he thought of how hard his sensei had tried to produce a great swordsman out of him, pushing him to limits he didn't know he could stand. The product of course, was close to nothing of what Akio's teacher had in mind. "No matter," he thought, "I'm only called a samurai because I was born into the name, not because I'm good at being one."
Akio's smile disappeared as he remembered Keira. He rushed over to her and embraced her. Are you alright? he asked. As he embrace his sister he managed to catch a glimpse of her "injury." "It's nothing but a mere paper cut!" he thought. "It barely even broke the skin!" There wasn't even very much blood on the makeshift bandage that had been wrapped around Keira's finger. Akio suddenly stiffened as it hit him, "Wait, she was bleeding...she hated blood...that meant..." Akio gulped, "No, not here, not when I'm alone, no, please don't..."
"Mamura..." Akemi sighed tiredly while walking back into her room, closing the doors behind her and kneeling down to tend to her crying brother. His sobs quieted down a bit at the sight of his older sister and he wiped his tears away, "Quiet down..." She pleaded him gently and held the little boy in her arms, "You could wake the others up..."
"But I had a nightmare!" Mamura exclaimed while Akemi continued to stroke down his short white hair, "It was a long time ago, I remember our home. But there wasn't anyone there!" He looked up at her, "Where'd they go!" He demanded as little tears rolled down his little cheek.
"They're somewhere nice." Akemi lied, pulling him close though she, too, was on the verge of crying, knowing what he was talking about, "Definitely somewhere nice." 'They died, and they won't be coming back, ever. They're somewhere they can never rest... I'm sorry...'
"You have to go back to sleep, alright?" She kissed his forehead lightly as he crawled back into the bed that was once hers, though she had openly decided to give it all to her little brother, "I'll see you in the morning, so calm down and sleep. Think about happy thoughts and you'll fall asleep to have no nightmare. I promise." Akemi smiled while her brother reluctantly closed his eyes to sleep. She slipped the blanket over him before heading back out, as she remembered she had to go back to Akio and Keira.
Once she figured her brother had fallen asleep, which she figured out was quick seeing how he began his usual quiet snoring, Akemi headed outside again, this time leaving much more quiet than she entered. If he woke again, she was certain the two of them would receive some sort of punishment.
Akemi walked slowly through the house until she reached the point where Akio and Keira were in view. Akemi had keen eyes though, and could even see the man's facial expression change just as she had arrived. She approached the two with light footsteps as it was her usual way of walking, and asked Akio, "Is... something matter? Will she need help? A doctor?"
"Is ... something matter? Will she need help? A doctor?"
In Keira's little world, in her mind, these words echoed again and again, endlessly, and infinitely. She managed to sneak a few thoughts in , into her own mind, before those repeating words made her lose sanity.
What was she talking about? Who was the person talking anyway? It was slightly... disturbing. Where was the quiet around here, and how could she concentrate with all that sound!Wait... Now who was she again?
She thought for a long moment, accidentally speaking her next thought out loud, somewhat unconscious.
"What the hell..."
"What the hell happened here?"
And it was at that moment, while Keira spoke, and dreamed inside her mind, she woke herself up. Her eyes slowly flickered open, darting left and right nervously, settling on her brother, before her tongue sneaked out to lick at her lips.
For a few moments, there was silence. She didn't disturb the silence. She liked it, even if it was just a little awkward.
"Brother?"
She whispered, her voice cracking slightly, as she blinked, quite confused.
"Akemi?"
Now why on earth, would Akemi and brother be next to each other and somewhat staring at her? Was there something wrong with her? What did she do? Was she in trouble ?
Too many thoughts darted through her head, and she nervously coughed, disliking the spotlight. "What happened? And why the hell are the two of you staring at me in the dark?"
(Hello, and sorry for the late posts... i don't actually remember why i didn't post, and my character may be a little ooc, so forgive me)
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'Dagsin' (2016): a weakened force
Dagsin has a strong premise, but technical distractions dampen its overall impact.
Gravity, in the physical sciences, is the weakest of the fundamental forces. In contrast with electromagnetism and the nuclear forces, gravity has little influence over the form and life of our immediate environments. This irrelevance is only a matter of perspective, however, because if we take the wider view, gravity is in fact the most dominant physical force, being accountable for the shape and destinies of planets, galaxies, and the universe itself.
Dagsin (Gravity), the film, is in some ways a reflection of this contradiction.
Consider the promises it makes: from the synopsis, it teases a philosophical crisis for a man whose beloved wife has just died; in the trailer, it dangles scenes with rich American colonial-era visuals; and for the premise, it draws us in with the excitement of a "Pandora's Box of secrets" unleashed when a character's diary is opened. Unfortunately for viewers expecting much from these attractions, Dagsin delivers weakly, and its center of gravity is diffused by an order of magnitude.
Let us consider where the film falters in execution. One is the slow narrative pace, particularly in the earlier parts. It is not a deliberate crawl, but a wastefulness in dialogue. There is a scene where Mercy (Lotlot De Leon) talks to the nurse, Grace (Sue Prado), about her relationship with Justino (Tommy Abuel). It is an expository dialogue scene, exceedingly lengthy, and nothing happens visually. Mercy's character, in fact, is forced to pointlessly, repeatedly, and distractingly turn her back on Grace before facing her again as she switches between working on the kitchen and talking to the nurse. Later, Grace takes Justino to the shore of Manila Bay, and it becomes Justino's turn for another painstaking exposition. (The veteran actor is otherwise brilliant in Dagsin; he is simply constrained by the dialogue.) He talks about the Battle of Manila Bay, Dewey Boulevard, and other narratively insignificant trivia, before Grace finally advances the plot by disclosing the identity of her father—which does not interest Justino much, in that scene. (Grace's character remains uninteresting throughout the film, an unconflicted and unsubstantial narrative glue, and an unwilling victim of the expository dialogue. In the scene with Mercy, we could nearly feel the actress rebelling about this by annoyingly saying her lines in the tone of a curious schoolgirl.)
Still on the topic of dialogue: it is an interesting, probably historically-accurate nuance that the characters in the flashback scenes (both pre-World War II and wartime Philippines) prefer to speak in English than Tagalog. However, it seems to constrain the actors in some emotionally-charged scenes. Janine Gutierrez as Corazon appears held back by having to speak her lines in English in a picnic scene where she expresses her frustrations at Justino. Alex Diaz as Junior is more comfortable with the language, but he still muddles his lines in a crucial moment, when his character lies badly mauled at a Japanese camp. (Audience members whispered "What is he saying?" at the Cinemalaya screening this author attended.)
On the soundtrack: Dagsin features a beautiful serenade as a powerful musical motif, but its sound design is less stellar. Annoyingly, everytime the young Justino (played by Benjamin Alves) is shown in a confrontational scene at the Japanese camp, a marching beat is played over. Subtlety is lost in an attempt to artificially escalate the tension.
Visually, although the film pretends to be part period piece, there is not much historical decoration here beyond what can be glimpsed at in the trailer—a couple of characters in colonial-era clothing, a shiny vintage top-down, antique furniture. Gutierrez is perfectly cast as the young Corazon, if only for her 'classic' features, and she indeed is the visual cornerstone of the flashback scenes. It is baffling though that the producers cast her real-life mother and look-alike (De Leon) in a role that, in the story, is not blood-related to that of Gutierrez's.
The scarcity of historical sets can be construed as a function of the film's limited funding; this is a Cinemalaya grantee, after all. Some previous films have been able to do more given similar budget constraints (Cinemalaya 2012's Kamera Obskura by Raymond Red is a prime example), though it is possible these films had additional sponsors outside of the festival.
It is true that production values are not everything in a film, and it may be the case that Dagsin intentionally limits its historical visuals to focus on the narrative, but even that leaves unsatisfying gaps. For a story that is "richly layered…with sub-plots (World-War II and Martial Law)," according to the director himself, the extended timeline distracts more than it enhances the plot. The World War II scenes are serviceable, but the events that the characters experienced during Martial Law were never even seen on-screen. One entry in Corazon's diary reveals her desire to start a family with Justino, and there is a romantic shot of the young couple watching a child—but this is not followed-up, nor sufficiently tied into the story of their adopted daughter Mercy. Dagsin plods in the beginning, then rushes near the end, and several critical scenes end up being told rather than shown. The promised fireworks from a Pandora's Box fizzles.
The most thrilling moment in Dagsin comes when the prisoner Justino challenges a Japanese officer to a 'game of destiny' (Russian roulette). The suspense, however, comes merely from the anticipation of violence, as the audience already knows who dies in this flashback scene. It renders the sequence hollow, and the length again feels excessive (an impatient viewer in the cinema shouted "Ano ba?!," just be done with it already!).
The gravity of a premise
Dagsin opens with a shot of a clock on Justino's bedside table, along with books by Albert Camus and other philosophers. He takes a revolver from his drawer, loads it with only one bullet, and plays the game of destiny on his own. Later, in the university classroom where he first meets Corazon, the professor is heard talking about Kierkegaard. Time, existence, mortality—the film alludes to these high topics as it gravitates towards a philosophical persuasion. It is at its best when it dares to pose questions of morals. (Notice the 'sin' in Dagsin, meaningfully stylized in the official poster.)
The film succeeds not as a groundbreaking philosophical treatise, but as an exercise in giving these profound questions a concrete, albeit fictional, context. Consider the cues of the character's names: Justino, a judge, has a name that means upright or righteous; his wife, his raison d'être, is Corazon, meaning heart; when she passes away, he is left with Mercy, and Grace. Even the priest that visits him in his grief, Fr. Constantino, has a name that reminds of the constancy of the people surrounding Justino, even when he himself stubbornly refuses to have faith.
Dagsin confronts us with a situation that, regardless of the film's technical shortcomings, remains a provocative idea: how do our deeply held beliefs measure, when we are faced with the loss of our reason for existence? What does philosophy, reason, and faith count for in our darkest, most concrete moments of pain?
That is gravity.
At the very end, the film redeems itself with an irony. Justino is freed from his anguish, and he becomes oblivious of suffering on earth. So it ends just as it begins—in the metaphorical fulfillment of what he muttered after the game of destiny in the first scene: "Another day in paradise."
Dagsin is written and directed by Atom Magadia. The screenplay is credited to him and his wife, Anne Prado-Magadia. It is a finalist in the feature-length competition section of Cinemalaya 2016.
The featured image for this article, a still from the film featuring the actors Alex Diaz, Janine Gutierrez and Benjamin Alves, is taken from the official Cinemalaya website cinemalaya.org, and the author claims its publication here to be within the limits of fair use.
On a random note: it is tempting to associate this film with an earlier Cinemalaya entry that is named in a similar tradition—2014's Dagitab, named after an obscure Filipino word for electricity, as obscure as dagsin.
Author DJ RamonesPosted on 9 August 2016 18 July 2018 Categories FilmsTags 2016 films, Cinemalaya, faith, history, indie
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Disable the internet connection on your mobile phone/device.
Go to your date/time settings and change the date to a future date. For example, if today is 3rd January, 2015…just change it to 4th January, 2015.
Now reopen Ice Age Village.
Worked for you? Let us know in comments!
It sure did work for me! And I could just trick the application into thinking that a day has passed. And it produced all the coins and other stuff for me.
NOTE: When you have played to your heart's content, do not forget to set the date/time correctly again! Otherwise all your internet apps, email notifications…everything will be messed up and out of sequence. After setting the date/time to proper values you can turn on your internet connection and work as always.
What all can you do with this Ice Age Village cheat?
Here are just a few ideas. Have more ideas? Share in comments! We all love the game, don't we?
Get more and more coins. You can buy more space for your village or build a beautiful village when you can buy just about anything in minutes! And as you get more and more families and feed them, the faster you progress across levels and unlock more and more cool stuff!
Buy more and more fun stuff!
Unlock as many levels as you want – fast!
You love Scrat too, don't you? Now you can also play the funny game Kung Fu Scrat that comes inside Ice Age Village.
To play Kung Fu Scrat you need silver coins. A free Silver coin is given to you every day and you can use one coin to play the coin once. So if you advance the date setting by one day, you get a free silver coin instantly and can play Kung Fu Scrat as many times as you want. Cool, is it not?
You can even advance time so that you hatch eggs instantly and do not have to wait for it!
Play Kung Fu scrat a hundred times a day free!
And the best part of it is the surprises that you get. I got the Dodo Bird while playing Kung Fu Scrat. What did you get?
Exciting, is it not? Enjoy the game and share this page with your friends too if you liked the trick!
If you have not tried this great game yet, you can download it for your mobile devices now. You would love it!


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