[L5R 3eR] The Five Leaves Rising {Rp Thread}

[Raganui Minamoto]

As Sadatane went for the knife, Garus would swing his massive fist towards the man himself, hoping to make him think twice about attacking the lovely young lady who was preparing him tea.

4k2 Juijutsu/Agility

37 to hit  

[Raganui Minamoto]

Damage: 4k1

17  

[Mongooseh]

@Gyukuo Sake

All of the Yakuza noticing they weren't intimidating or winning this fight went pale white and ran out of the door. The one Kisho attempted to proposition at the front, Lasao in the middle and one at the back.

All seemed like they were going to escape until the last one was about to leave through the door.
*Smack!*
A quite large fist on par with Garus's collided with the last ones face as he tried to escape knocking him to the floor. A large man followed the body through and begun raining blows onto the poor mans face. It seemed Isao had finally gotten back.  

[Raganui Minamoto]

@Gyukuo Sake

Moving after the group, he stopped as the last went flying back. He couldn't have done it better himself. Letting the others deal with talking, he turned back to take his seat again, waiting patiently for the tea.  

[Rain Yupa]

Kisho would look up from his fetal position. "Heh... you bastards are in for it now," he would cough, a selfish and proud smile on his lips.  

[Plainsfox]

@Gyukao Sake House

Sadatane would fold his fan and slip it back into his obi as he watched the irate tavern owner demonstrate his full fury on the hapless thug. "Does anyone want to point out the knife that Isao-san's guests might be leaving behind?"  

[Mongooseh]

@Gyukuo Sake:

Isao picked up the last yakuza and threw him into the basement before blocking the door with a barrel of pickles. Turning back to the rest of his friends he would say in a gruff and familiar voice to some, "Thank you... They try to do this almost everytime I am away! Fusae has drawn her first blood upon one of these goons I asked you all here for a huge favour but that can wait till morn..."

Isao went into the kitchen and retrieved a knife before going over to the blocked door and unblocking it.

"I have some business to attend to... Fusae will show you to your rooms."

Fusae obviously a little disturbed came over with a tray clutched to her chest and seemed a little shaken.

"If you would come this way please..."  

[Rain Yupa]

Kisho would attempt to get to his hands and knees after some struggling. Quaking, he would brace himself for a moment, coughing up a bit of spittle.

Breathing hard, he would wince as he forced himself up onto his feet, using the wall for a brace. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he would rasply say aloud, "Ready... when you are..."  

[Plainsfox]

@Gyukao Sake

Sadatane would follow behind Fusae, unsure about what he could do about Fusae's discomfort.  

[Raganui Minamoto]

Garus shrugged, following behind Sadatane.  

[Vorastrix]

Yuichi would hop down from his chair and carefully push it in. After he made sure that everyone else's chair was pushed in properly, he would hurry to catch up to them.  

[Mongooseh]

@In the morning:

At whichever order you all wake up at there would be the smell of cooking and activity downstairs. Downstairs Isao would be busy in the kitchen preparing dishes all of which of obvious luxurious measure all used to please and impress someone and usually make a request. Fusae however was nowhere to be seen.  

[Raganui Minamoto]

Rubbing his head, the large man would bow slightly, and tiredly, to the man that was just as big as him. "Good morning, Isao-san. Is there any tea ready?"  

[Rain Yupa]

Current wound level: Nicked 1/4

Kisho would rather reluctantly make his way down the stairs some time after Garus did. His right hand was holding his left side as he walked, still favoring the wounds he received the day before.

At this point, he would remain quiet and out-of-the-way, seeing the Ronin speaking with Isao.  

[Plainsfox]

Sadatane would issue a huge yawn as he got outside his door and then would stumble, bleary eyed (and fell nearly down the stairs) to the main room of the building. He would extend muttered greetings to anyone he would meet and would sit down at a table.