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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout april
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses..
What: april catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ sword mafia at home. ]

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[pure_havoc]

[he can't help but snort at that]

An instructor, presumably in martial arts, and something regarding anger management. I have no interest in leading anyone by the hand, whether in swordsmanship or in controlling their emotions. I believe I may have to seek my own way.

[dishevelment]

There is no shame in that approach-- and I wish you luck in the endeavor. This city must have a law enforcement agency...a job like that would be more appropriate for a military man like yourself.

[pure_havoc]

Hm. I had not thought of that, but it does bear looking into.

[if he can stomach taking orders from someone else, that is. Even in Orochi's realm he only defers to his father and no one else.]

A wise thought, young master.

[dishevelment]

Being adaptable is a necessity in strange circumstances, [he intoned, shrugging off the compliment. Any soldier worth the steel he carried understood that basic concept.]

Besides, this city doesn't seem to have an actual military force, and public service does not sound like a wise option for a man of your experience.

[pure_havoc]

[naturally so, and he gives a nod of agreement.]

No military, and yet the claim of being at war with a nigh-unstoppable force. The irony has not escaped me.

It seems I have a lot of work to do.

[dishevelment]

We both do. Tea houses are places where people often do more than just relax, you understand.

[They talk-- and he can listen. There would be many opportunities to learn.]

[pure_havoc]

Sounds like something I could enjoy. [yes talking, plotting, and so on] Perhaps I shall have to visit.

[dishevelment]

[Information gathering, strategizing-- they were two halves of the same coin.]

I shall look forward to that day then, Lord Zihuan. I'll make sure we have some appropriate blendes in stock-- none of the harshly cut styles that some people in the West prefer.

[pure_havoc]

Very well. [as he straightens up from where he's been leaning] I shall go across the hall and see if I can quiet these friends of yours down.

[dishevelment]

I wish you luck with that. Neither of us are their commander, and they're quite determined.

[Transation: he doubts that you'll actually be able to succeed, but he supports the effort!]