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You are standing within the greatest empire known to mortals.
Unlike any other empire or realm before it, Hanami has successfully brought together the strengths and minds of all known races. Though there was cause for hope and celebration at its foundation, Hanami is still only a young empire and she is fragile. Unpopularity with the other influential families
has weakened the imperial rule. It now falls to our youngest Empress yet to tend to the grievances and wishes of those that surround her in order to bring back the empire to its former state.
Whether it crumbles or prevails is up to you. Choose wisely because the fate of Hanami really is in your hands.
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Hanami is a 13+ original historical fantasy rp. It is a character-driven rp and one in which members and staff alike can take part in the constant lore and world development- making the world as creative and diverse as your imaginations will allow.
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Chapter One: Sumuri Unrest
The crown has changed hands and now the youngest Empress yet sits at the head of an unsteady empire. With the outrage of the Oshima family in Sumi, suspecting their son to have been kept hidden from them within the capital for over a decade, all eyes now turn to Empress Aliyah to see how she will deal with her first challenge as ruler of the empire.
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Meeting Under the Moonlight
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Post by Xia Yunfan on Jun 6, 2018 19:18:33 GMT
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 风花雪月 incomparable and unchanging beauty; no matter the weather or season. A meeting under the moonlight.
From the branch which he had settled onto, Yunfan could see the lone pagoda by the riverside. All the candles were out; his client had not yet arrived. If he wished, he could have waited for his client, sheltered from the rain. Though the idea of waiting on someone else did not sit well with him. Yun would arrive when he meant to- not a second before and he wouldn't wait a second longer.
Besides he didn't feel much of the pitter patter of rain or the sharp wind this evening. Only what he imagined it might feel like from the fragments of his life prior to this. Still he forced himself to remember. A war waging in his mind as he focussed on the drops of rain that ran along his hand, convincing himself that he could feel the trail of water on his hand cooled instantly by the wind.
Did it matter if what he felt was real or if he was just lying to himself?
No. It just annoyed him the lies were not convincing enough.
It frustrated him that he could no longer feel or experience the world as he once did. If it was his unfinished business to have lived his life as he should have- joined the ranks of the hundreds of poets at Jinyin Academy- he had long given up hope of fading from this world. He knew he would never write as he used to; he could study all the texts and characters he liked but now he had slowly become detached from the world- they all meant very little to him anymore. A poet who could not feel was no poet at all.
Listening to the world around him was what he missed most.
A soft glow glanced off the river's surface. Yun looked to the pagoda and saw the outline of an elf inside. He made no movement, simply registering that his client had arrived. He would let them wait a while... nervousness made his interactions with his clients easier, they were more predictable that way. It was not unheard of for Yunfan to only show hours after the agreed time. But today, he had no desire to linger outside for much longer. He gracefully slid off his branch and slowly approached the pagoda.
He didn't care for people. They were too contradictory, too self-absorbed, they only saw what they wanted too see and closed their eyes when it suited them; all in the name of a few gold pieces more, comfort or a peaceful mind.
Using a well-timed clap of thunder, Yun's heavy boots marked each step he took. He reached the door, opened it. His every action deliberate and his eyes fell upon the person in the room.
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Post by Zuo Lige on Jun 7, 2018 5:11:43 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Lige was out late again, he was finding it hard to sleep. Normally the light breeze and rain against his window would have lulled him to sleep easily, but tonight he was incredibly restless. He didn’t know the reason, and as he paced his room he couldn’t figure it out, either. Lige went from pacing to laying down, to pacing again, and nothing seemed to help him. He even tried to do a few calisthenics in his room, but even that seemed to make him a bit uneasy. Lige ….had to get out. Dressing himself with a light, breathable hakama he made no mind to ‘pretty’ himself up. It was raining outside, so why on Earth should he waste his time? No one would be out at this time of night, especially when it was raining – not anyone with good intentions, anyway. Lige vaguely remembered being told NOT to venture out alone lately because the increasing illegal activity. To each their own. Lige wasn’t a snob – if people wanted to deal in such things they could. HE would never taint his body with such a disgusting thing like drugs, but he wasn’t about to stop others from doing so. It was their choice, if they wanted to ruin their body and spirit with such a thing it was their prerogative. After he set off into the night he lost track of …everything. Where he was, how long he’d been walking – it all just seemed to fade away into the back of his mind. The sound of the rain hitting the ground and the leaves around him, the various animals of the night making their noises – it was like a meditating rhythm. Eventually he came up to a pagoda and feeling a need for a rest he decided to enter and take a seat inside. Lige felt no need to light the candles around him, enjoying the darkness and the sound of rain. He found a chair to lounge himself quite comfortably in, letting his eyes fall closed as he listened to the sound of the rain hitting the roof. He stayed in that unmoving position before the slight creak from the floor signaled that something had changed around him. Lige’s eyes darted open, gazing at the man who just entered. Their eyes connected, and Lige felt slightly…unsettled. There was something about this man that just told him to be wary. When this stranger didn’t move or go to take a seat he figured he …should say something. Normally he would care if silence continued, but this man’s presence ….he HAD to speak. “Hey…” Lige tried to search his brain for the last time he actually felt uncomfortable – he couldn’t remember, so it had to be a long time ago. Clearing his throat, he smoothed his hand through his damp hair, his eyes still focused on the man at the entrance. He was an elf, right? Yeah…he had the characteristics of one, yet there was something off. Maybe it was the scar running down the man’s face. Maybe that is what was throwing him off. Someone with a scar across their face gave off the vibe of someone you didn’t want to mess with. Either way, the man was blocking the exit, so he had no choice but to stay where he was for now. Was Lige scared? Hell no…with all his training he could win in a considerable amount of fights. He’d be scared for his face, though…wouldn’t want anything to happen to that. | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]@someone2 [attr="class","burstmini"]584 words [attr="class","burstmini"]notes: LOL he really doesn't know WHAT to think of his situation, LOL |
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Post by Xia Yunfan on Jun 9, 2018 19:52:40 GMT
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"] 风花雪月incomparable and unchanging beauty; no matter the weather or season. Hey.
Hey?
Hey?
This was one of the larger transactions that the group dealt with, worth thousands of dan. And yet the client stood before him had no words other than 'hey'? There was no bowing, no cowering, no profuse apologies, not even an attempt at intimidation? His behaviour confused Yun, he had never been met with such.... a casual awkwardness? He held the stranger's stare, the drifter's expression remained unreadable except for the lingering cold disregard for others that he usually wore. He scanned the client's face- making no move to be discrete about it either. He was searching for some kind of written explanation but alas, he recognised no distinct emotion from the elf. Yun began to wonder whether he was undermining Yun's reputation.
He did, however, recognise the face before himt: Zuo LiGe, Jinyin's very own prince of music. Though Yun had remained unconcerned with the lives of others for almost half a century and made little to no effort to remember passing faces, the omnipresence of the artist since the day that Yun had arrived in Jinyin city had effectively engraved his appearance in his memory.
He was surprised that the artist hadn't sent someone to do this part of the work for him. For those who were this rich, hiring some disposable was no issue. He didn't suppose to know the reason behind the client's choice but it made little difference to Yunfan as to who was paying him the money. In fact, it was possibly a slightly less despicable trait that the elf hybrid didn't hide himself behind a wall of bodies he could afford to throw away.
"Are you also paying for the pleasure of my company?" He said, his tone sarcastic and his words deliberate. Whether or not this new client was mocking him or was yet unaccustomed to the workings of a deal, Yunfan didn't know- and frankly didn't care. "Because I only need this to be as quick and painless as possible. "
He entered the room fully, sliding the screen behind him shut and effectively cutting out the outside world. There was just the two of them now. In a show of how serious Yunfan was when it came to business, he fanned out his cloak behind him and as he did so, the thick leather of his cloak was pushed behind the two-handed sword attached at his side. The great, clunky thing that it was. It had little use for Yun- only really acting to weigh him down wherever he went, as -truthfully- he had no idea how to wield it. But it's presence alone was worth more than a thousand of the poisoned daggers Yunfan preferred.
"And I certainly have little patience to carry on wasting my time with you until you can show exactly what was promised." He said, sitting himself opposite the elf, making himself more comfortable as he awaited a response (preferably starting with an apology).
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