The Black Market's Warehouse & Nagauta's 'Throne'

A pair of wooden steps from the secret passage in the Wisteria Maiden's wine cellar leads down and down and down into the depths of an ancient Benzi Empire promenade that had sunk into the pre-existing caverns beneath nearly 1000 years ago. The wooden steps turn, and turn and turn till you come across plank flooring and are met with cargo, crates, riches, artwork and suits of armor, weapons, caged exotic animals, what have you, the black market warehouse of the Fujigumi is always full of new 'produce'. The planking leads to other tunnels that stretch for miles, some outside of Beijio entirely... others leading to supposed 'forbidden islands' out at sea, though the paths to them are mostly flooded and harder to navigate these days. To the northern end is a dock with a large skiff ready to depart with cargo to be smuggled out of Beijio as the tunnel its attached to leads out to the Scardian Ocean and bypasses the Imperial Navy's search zones.

At the center of it all, is an old golden throne of a long dead Feniran kingdom, from which Nagauta can observe all his fine work and is tired from overexerting his genius~
(OOC: Above written by Nagauta, who said to post it for him since he got busy at work )

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Tsutsuji leans against a crate, hood up, muffler covering her face, her left hand juggling a kunai rather dangerously, but was always able to grab onto the grip than the blade as it tumbled back down. She had been waiting to make a move for a few days now... she really wanted to get out there and do some damage given she finally mastered her Busujikini's abilities... Gods, was her brother even right about that name? It didn't sound normal at all, an idiot would come up with that name, not the proud Busujima Clan!

She catches the kunai again.

Proud was an 'interesting' way to put it these days. The Busujima Clan for the past five years have become a former shell of that proud warrior and noble finesse they were once graced with. For nearly 400 years they have declined, but they were at an all time low these past five years... five years since the elder, Taizo Busujima, slew the emperor in cold blood. Because of her Uncle, she among others in the Busujima Clan had to start over, some of them lost everything. Others, like Cousin Shiori were lucky, to at least keep their fortune. She and Botan...ugh... 'Nagauta' were also lucky, since he was already managing the Inn and the Fujigumi before the whole thing went down. She could respect the fruitcake for that, and though she often teased him about his eccentricities and his neurotic behavior, the man had some bite. He was a fruitcake lidden with razor blades. He was quietly manipulative, and wouldn't hesitate to stab a person in the back if it profited him...even if its one of our 'poor cousins' seeking refuge, or a job, or rudely straight up asking for money.

"Cast away the gangrenous limbs of our demoralized relatives, heh... we are the proud Busujima Clan of Thunder." TsuTsu scoffs, tossing the kunai up again.

Mugen the right hand of Nagauta Busijima most commonly assumed to be the name of his attendant and most trusted retainer.  It is in fact the name of the organization which does his bidding without question, the name of the faceless shadows which he employs as needed.  They are Mugen, the retainer is Mugen, and yet Mugen is all and no one is Mugen.  Nagaauta's retainer is not an actual member of the Mugen, but for all public intents and purposes he is the only Mugen anyone knows of.

The Mugen are the best kept secret of Botan "Nagauta" Busijima, his private insurance policy or butler depending on what you are allowed to know.  The Mugen as the name implies is infinite and yet obscure.  Mugen are many and Mugen are none, they do not exist.  One could be sitting next to Mugen and never even know the cute girl whispering in your ear is about slip a deadly poison into your drink, or be the male escort sliding his knife deep into your innards leaving you cold wet and dead, or the boy next door trimming the hedgerows while you suddenly trip and fall from the prick of a poisonous clipping that lands on your feet.  They work in secret, by day or night, they could be anyone anywhere, and before you realize it they have done their work and you are dead, maimed, blindfolded and tucked away from safe extorting, without so much as a stray hair sliding out of place to give way to what is about to befall you.  There is only one Mugen, even though there are none, that is to say only a Mugen knows that they are Mugen, other than Nagauta himself.  He keeps this information to himself as a means to safeguard both his secrets and his organizations integrity. Mugen have no face, no name to claim as their own, Mugen are Mugen when they are Mugen, and unimportant if they are not the Mugen of the moment.  Mugen wears masks to conceal the secret of who Mugen is.

So when the kunai didn't drop back down, it should have been obvious that there was a Mugen above holding on to the sharp blade.  But this was only a fraction of a second longer than the previous flips into the air, before she let two more kunai join in the slightly delayed fall.

(from here)

Saeko lead Finn down into the basement, dispatching three more of her cousin's in unique ways before using the naginata as a bolt, and locked the door into the cellar shut behind them. "Nagauta likes to make a theatre of things, but we'll likely need him in order to leave Beijio alive now... but he's also our best bet at deciphering some of these notes." She explained. "And perhaps a new weapon, since going into the Amaine unarmed is just... psychotic." She says with a shrug, turning to him, before she then glanced down the stairwell and pulled Finn along.

She found the hidden entrance easily enough, and used the keys to unlock the passage and set of stairs down into the dank, ruins of ancient Beijio, when Benzi was the name of the empire.

"Stick close... if I have any inkling, my other cousin is down here and she is not a pushover like the others." She warned Finn, and the pair descended.

Saeko wrote:She heard him unsheathing his sword, and turned to him abruptly and forced her hand on his and pushed his blade back down into the scabbard, her chest against his. "I said keep your hands to yourself. There is a code among the staff of Fujiwara Inn... they will kill those who brandish weapons and do harm to their staff, so unless you wish to have another target on your back I'd advise you keep your blade sheathed. And don't try and provoke them, to them I'm not the heiress of the Clan, I'm their pariah." she says coolly, and then swiftly turned around, yanking him by the belt again. "You don't have to prove yourself to me, we're not going to fuck nor am I going to knight you, so stop getting in the way." She says coldly, and lead Finn towards the wine cellar.

Finn was a little surprised by the sudden motion, and feeling Saeko's... ever expanding bosom into his chest. He was, however, compelled to look into her large, blue eyes... and after she made her warning, flustered. "Well, I didn't want to fuck you anyway so there!" He scoffed, and lied a little. "Still, I'm not looking for praise, I just want to help. I promised that angel fella I would anyway, so you're stuck with me anyhow." He smirked.

Saeko wrote:

Saeko lead Finn down into the basement, dispatching three more of her cousin's in unique ways before using the naginata as a bolt, and locked the door into the cellar shut behind them. "Nagauta likes to make a theatre of things, but we'll likely need him in order to leave Beijio alive now... but he's also our best bet at deciphering some of these notes." She explained. "And perhaps a new weapon, since going into the Amaine unarmed is just... psychotic." She says with a shrug, turning to him, before she then glanced down the stairwell and pulled Finn along.

She found the hidden entrance easily enough, and used the keys to unlock the passage and set of stairs down into the dank, ruins of ancient Beijio, when Benzi was the name of the empire.

"Stick close... if I have any inkling, my other cousin is down here and she is not a pushover like the others." She warned Finn, and the pair descended.

"So you're saying she can take you on in equal footing then?" He asked as he followed the woman down into the dark depths and tunnels. It was weird, seeing ancient stone structures like those seen in the streets above... but look more well, ancient. Almost primitive...

Crisis Rocan wrote:Mugen the right hand of Nagauta Busijima most commonly assumed to be the name of his attendant and most trusted retainer.  It is in fact the name of the organization which does his bidding without question, the name of the faceless shadows which he employs as needed.  They are Mugen, the retainer is Mugen, and yet Mugen is all and no one is Mugen.  Nagaauta's retainer is not an actual member of the Mugen, but for all public intents and purposes he is the only Mugen anyone knows of.

The Mugen are the best kept secret of Botan "Nagauta" Busijima, his private insurance policy or butler depending on what you are allowed to know.  The Mugen as the name implies is infinite and yet obscure.  Mugen are many and Mugen are none, they do not exist.  One could be sitting next to Mugen and never even know the cute girl whispering in your ear is about slip a deadly poison into your drink, or be the male escort sliding his knife deep into your innards leaving you cold wet and dead, or the boy next door trimming the hedgerows while you suddenly trip and fall from the prick of a poisonous clipping that lands on your feet.  They work in secret, by day or night, they could be anyone anywhere, and before you realize it they have done their work and you are dead, maimed, blindfolded and tucked away from safe extorting, without so much as a stray hair sliding out of place to give way to what is about to befall you.  There is only one Mugen, even though there are none, that is to say only a Mugen knows that they are Mugen, other than Nagauta himself.  He keeps this information to himself as a means to safeguard both his secrets and his organizations integrity. Mugen have no face, no name to claim as their own, Mugen are Mugen when they are Mugen, and unimportant if they are not the Mugen of the moment.  Mugen wears masks to conceal the secret of who Mugen is.

So when the kunai didn't drop back down, it should have been obvious that there was a Mugen above holding on to the sharp blade.  But this was only a fraction of a second longer than the previous flips into the air, before she let two more kunai join in the slightly delayed fall.

TsuTsu was aware of the dagger's momentary 'pause' and she looked up to see the pair of daggers fall which she caught quickly. The Mugen and their masked members were... an interesting, outsider bunch whom her brother had employed... but thanks to this distraction, TsuTsu was able to see the shadows of her Cousin, Saeko and an unknown individual descending into the main room. She lowered her head, pulling down her hood, spun the kunai into sheaths before vanishing into mist...

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Finn Lachdanan wrote:

"So you're saying she can take you on in equal footing then?"  

Finn would feel the chain coil around his neck, yanking him back into the thick mist, choking him. "She's saying that she's no match..." She cooed into the handsome man's ear, licking his cheek before pulling the chain hard enough to make him black out! She vanished into the mist, leaving Saeko alone on the stairs, and Finn to his captor's devices...

The room began to fill with mist now... obscuring everything with a wisteria scent and a hazy fog that bloomed in the lit lanterns and torches.

Finn Lachdanan wrote:

Finn was a little surprised by the sudden motion, and feeling Saeko's... ever expanding bosom into his chest. He was, however, compelled to look into her large, blue eyes... and after she made her warning, flustered. "Well, I didn't want to fuck you anyway so there!"

"Oh? Too bad then. I was considering it if I was bored enough." She teased.

Tsutsuji Busujima wrote:

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Finn Lachdanan wrote:

"So you're saying she can take you on in equal footing then?"  

Finn would feel the chain coil around his neck, yanking him back into the thick mist, choking him. "She's saying that she's no match..." She cooed into the handsome man's ear, licking his cheek before pulling the chain hard enough to make him black out! She vanished into the mist, leaving Saeko alone on the stairs, and Finn to his captor's devices...

The room began to fill with mist now... obscuring everything with a wisteria scent and a hazy fog that bloomed in the lit lanterns and torches.

She heard the gentle chimes of her cousin's kusarigama and her voice, just in time to turn to Finn and watch him get abducted by Tsutsuji's freaky mist. "Finn!" She cried, before coughing. "Shit..." She backed down the stairwell, and looked around the treasury, finding a weapon to use.



She picked up the Benzi Era Tachi, a Zhao Tai... which looked more like a fake her cousin was going to 'persuade' a generous buyer as authentic, despite the clearly stamped 'Made in Beijio' logo on the scabbard. Drawing the blade, scabbard slipped into her belt, she noticed it had some mild enchantments inscrolled onto the surface of its silvery blade, likely put there to draw the buyer's eyes away from its counterfeit nature. "TsuTsu..." Saeko called out. "You can have him after I'm done with him... he's looking for a bride anyway." She smirked, putting herself into a high stance with the sword. "I need to speak to your brother..."

Saeko wrote:

Finn Lachdanan wrote:

Finn was a little surprised by the sudden motion, and feeling Saeko's... ever expanding bosom into his chest. He was, however, compelled to look into her large, blue eyes... and after she made her warning, flustered. "Well, I didn't want to fuck you anyway so there!"  

"Oh? Too bad then. I was considering it if I was bored enough." She teased.

Tsutsuji Busujima wrote:

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Finn Lachdanan wrote:

"So you're saying she can take you on in equal footing then?"  

Finn would feel the chain coil around his neck, yanking him back into the thick mist, choking him. "She's saying that she's no match..." She cooed into the handsome man's ear, licking his cheek before pulling the chain hard enough to make him black out! She vanished into the mist, leaving Saeko alone on the stairs, and Finn to his captor's devices...

The room began to fill with mist now... obscuring everything with a wisteria scent and a hazy fog that bloomed in the lit lanterns and torches.

She heard the gentle chimes of her cousin's kusarigama and her voice, just in time to turn to Finn and watch him get abducted by Tsutsuji's freaky mist. "Finn!" She cried, before coughing. "Shit..." She backed down the stairwell, and looked around the treasury, finding a weapon to use.



She picked up the Benzi Era Tachi, a Zhao Tai... which looked more like a fake her cousin was going to 'persuade' a generous buyer as authentic, despite the clearly stamped 'Made in Beijio' logo on the scabbard. Drawing the blade, scabbard slipped into her belt, she noticed it had some mild enchantments inscrolled onto the surface of its silvery blade, likely put there to draw the buyer's eyes away from its counterfeit nature. "TsuTsu..." Saeko called out. "You can have him after I'm done with him... he's looking for a bride anyway." She smirked, putting herself into a high stance with the sword. "I need to speak to your brother..."

Shink shink shink!

Several kunai shot through the mist, directed lethally at Saeko's chest!

"How'd ya know it was me, cousin? Its been five years since we last saw one another..." Said TsuTsu through the mist, a glimmer of her Mist Kusarigama visible across the particles of water like lightning trapped in a thunder cloud... the chain and spiked ball soon flew out from the obscuring cloud, directed at Saeko's neck!

Saeko saw the glimmer of the blades, dodging two of the kunai, before striking the third with the tachi. The blade vibrated in her arms, the enchantment cast upon it made it glow in the mist...

Great, I'm a bug zapper now... She mentally groaned, before listening to TsuTsu speak. "Who else could it be? You're still 'blooming' despite being a year older than me, and you're the only one who does that lavender farting technique." She smirked, trying to provoke her stealthy cousin out from the shadows. The mist lit up like lightning and then she saw the chain, heard it fly and she side stepped it yet the spiked ball end still stabbed her shoulder! "Damn!" She hissed, reaching out, grabbing the chain and pulled it. "How about you fight me like a Busujima!" She spat, trying to pull her cousin into striking distance.

Saeko wrote:Saeko saw the glimmer of the blades, dodging two of the kunai, before striking the third with the tachi. The blade vibrated in her arms, the enchantment cast upon it made it glow in the mist...

Great, I'm a bug zapper now... She mentally groaned, before listening to TsuTsu speak. "Who else could it be? You're still 'blooming' despite being a year older than me, and you're the only one who does that lavender farting technique." She smirked, trying to provoke her stealthy cousin out from the shadows. The mist lit up like lightning and then she saw the chain, heard it fly and she side stepped it yet the spiked ball end still stabbed her shoulder! "Damn!" She hissed, reaching out, grabbing the chain and pulled it. "How about you fight me like a Busujima!" She spat, trying to pull her cousin into striking distance.

There was an audible 'crack' in the air as electricity, violent purple in color, cascaded down the chain and lit Saeko up like a White Light Festival Tree! "This is how the Busujima fight... don't you recall?" She cooed. "Bitch can't even handle a little jolt, let alone lead the Clan. You were a mistake, you and Yukko both!" She hissed, and despite how much Saeko pulled on the chain, there seemed to be no end. TsuTsu sprinted around her cousin in the mist, the chain coiling around her curvaceous relative's body which was still being consumed by her Busujima Lightning till the pair were face to face. Tsutsuji smiled as the Kusarigama's blade gently glides across Saeko's neck. Their blue eyes met with one another and she grits her teeth, her smile wolf like. "My only regret in killing you, is you'll drench my body with your stinkin' blood... ready to die slut?" She says, licking her blade, her other hand tightly gripping the chains which further increased its tight coils around Saeko's curvy body... once she cut her neck, she would burst like a boil!

Saeko grunted, her left hand raised up as the chains coiled around her curvy form, pinning her arm between her breasts and made her other pinned to her waist! She felt her legs come together as the electrified chain coiled tightly around her, the electrifying bondage however drew TsuTsu out and she the woman now stood before her, blade at the nape of her neck. "Heh... Heh...heheheh!" Saeko laughed, catching Tsutsuji off guard. "Your mistake... is going to be your next regret..." She choked, her eyes reflecting lightning as she channeled her own electricity through the chains!




The purple electricity from TsuTsu became momentarily brighter, then golden which overpowered the violet lightning, forcing the powerful jolt into TsuTsu's body! The moment of confusion gave Saeko a slight window of opportunity as her bindings loosened enough for her to pry her sword arm free, and strike out against her cousin!

Tsutsuji let out an electrified scream as she cocked her head back and channeled the pure gold lightning from her body out of her mouth! The arcs of energy scored the wooden beams above, as she redirected the charge of electricity from her vital organs! How the hell did she overpower me?! She thought, her blue eyes snapping to the sword swung at her midsection! She swung her gauntlet into its path, catching the blade while also reeling in her kusarigama's chain, the barbed ends catching Saeko and forcing her into a spin like a rope around a spinning top. She backed away from her cousin, pushing the sword back and swinging the clawed gauntlet across her cousin's tits, tearing some of the uniform before she faded back into the mist, blood dripping off the clawed fingers.

"What the fuck was that?!" She spat as the mist lit up like lightning before, her kusarigama's sickle shooting out from the mist instead, swinging in wide, but very quick arcs, the silvery blade shooting up sparks from the stone floor and bashing crates to splinters as she forced Saeko back!

Tsutsuji Busujima wrote:Tsutsuji let out an electrified scream as she cocked her head back and channeled the pure gold lightning from her body out of her mouth! The arcs of energy scored the wooden beams above, as she redirected the charge of electricity from her vital organs! How the hell did she overpower me?! She thought, her blue eyes snapping to the sword swung at her midsection! She swung her gauntlet into its path, catching the blade while also reeling in her kusarigama's chain, the barbed ends catching Saeko and forcing her into a spin like a rope around a spinning top. She backed away from her cousin, pushing the sword back and swinging the clawed gauntlet across her cousin's tits, tearing some of the uniform before she faded back into the mist, blood dripping off the clawed fingers.

"What the fuck was that?!" She spat as the mist lit up like lightning before, her kusarigama's sickle shooting out from the mist instead, swinging in wide, but very quick arcs, the silvery blade shooting up sparks from the stone floor and bashing crates to splinters as she forced Saeko back!

Saeko smiled. "What, never touched a live wire before?!" She licked her lips, and instead of being driven back by the dangerous blade, she was observing it, and when the blade swooped down she struck with the tachi's sheath the blade wrapping around it. She tugged, and launched herself forward into the mist, blade in low stance, her eyes following the coils into the mist:



She charged her cousin's form, and then swung out with the sword in a wide horizontal arc!

She saw Saeko coming-



-the woman was surely crazed beyond any normal swordsman, but as she came in with the slice, TsuTsu's body turned to mist, mist cut in half by the sword, mist that flowed through Saeko, behind her, reformed and then struck out with the gauntlet! Ragged claws raked down Saeko's back, blood shooting from the wounds as she did so! "You're swinging at mist, dear cousin!" She hissed calling back the Kusarigama's sickle to her free hand, dropping it down to Saeko's neck!

Tsutsuji Busujima wrote:She saw Saeko coming-



-the woman was surely crazed beyond any normal swordsman, but as she came in with the slice, TsuTsu's body turned to mist, mist cut in half by the sword, mist that flowed through Saeko, behind her, reformed and then struck out with the gauntlet! Ragged claws raked down Saeko's back, blood shooting from the wounds as she did so! "You're swinging at mist, dear cousin!" She hissed calling back the Kusarigama's sickle to her free hand, dropping it down to Saeko's neck!

Saeko watched her cousin phase through her, and felt the gauntlet tear into her back! But it was fine, as Saeko swung back with the scabbard of the tachi, striking TsuTsu in the neck! She then swooped down, and struck with the dull side of the tachi across her cousin's right leg!



Upon this, Tsutsuji stumbled, still choking on her crushed throat, and Saeko turned around, grabbed her cousin's leg and forced it up, forcing herself on top of the young woman, with her knee on TsuTsu's left leg, pinning her down, while the injured one was extended, upwards, held in Saeko's arms as she looked down at her cousin. "Okay, we're gonna play a game Yukko played with me... I'm going to bend your leg in ways..." She says as she twisted her cousin's ankle painfully in a manner it shouldn't! "...you don't like. And you're going to tell me where your lousy, flamboyant brother is!!" She shouted, Saeko's other knee now pressing into TsuTsu's ribs!

"My my..." Nagauta clapped as the mist began to fade. The flamboyant man himself appeared, and he stood before his cousin and sister. "A little birdy told me you roughing up the family, temper temper dear cousin, it'll get the worst of you..." Botan 'Nagauta' Busujima says as one of the Mugen stepped back into the shadows behind him, vanishing.

He was a tall man, with the same Busujima traits- purple hair, blue eyes... but he was rocking an effeminate kimono of silk that draped his body like the wings of a fairy or butterfly.

"If you wanted to talk... all you needed was to ask..." He says, to Saeko, walking past some of the destroyed items, and rubbed his fingers at the dust it kicked up. "I'm sure, most men would love to continue watching you... ladies, deck it out, but I'd appreciate if you stop breaking my sister's leg? I still need her." He says, leaning against a crate, pulling out a file and began filing their long, eccentric length.

TsuTsu cried out in pain as Saeko put the pressure on her! "Fuck you...bitch!" She spat, when she felt her leg twist painfully! "I'll KILL YOU!" She screamed, then... the mist parted, and her idiot brother appeared! "Botan... you shouldn't be here, I got this!" She spat.

He turned to his sister and shook his head. "Its Nagauta, TsuTsu... now, stand down and let our dear cousin and her... strapping Scardian plaything go." Naga began. When he turned to Saeko. "Please... may you let go of her leg? I can see everything my sister has, its humiliating." He says taking out a kiseru pipe and began filling it with tobacco, before lighting it. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a ring of smoke, before glancing over to his sister. "When the mean lady lets go of your leg, you're gonna be the bigger girl, aren't you, TsuTsu?" He half mocked, half ordered. "Well?"

"Ah, there's the freak I was looking for." Saeko says to her older cousin as he approached. His comment about coming in peace made her laugh. "Heh, the rest of the family were so willing to let me speak with you, they were about to tell me I had to book a meeting with you. Well, I don't have the luxury for waiting on your gaudy ass, Cousin..." She says, twisting TsuTsu's leg a little more. "I'll let her go if she doesn't try to go for my jugular... she's already ruined my wardrobe." She says with a smirk.

"You can't be serious Naga-aaaah!" She cried, turning to Saeko with fiery eyes! "She's gonna die! I'm gonna kill her!" She screamed till Nagauta bellowed at her. She turned to the man... eyes wavering... and closed them. "Gods... damn it...!" She spat, and waved her arms, dissipating the mist entirely and revealed Finn, hanging in chains from the ceiling not too far away. Still alive, hoisted up by a bunch of coils of chains wrapped around his arms and pinning them to the sides of his chest.

She looked at Saeko with narrow eyes... bearing her teeth at her cousin's confident, haughty appearance and her oversized bosom!

"What's gaudy is the green rags, barely containing your pleasure pillows darling~" He swatted the air at her and then smirked as the pair seemed to finally settle down. With the theatrics drawn to a close, Nagauta seemed pleased, clapping his hands. "Good good, all is settled then!" By doing that, other members of the Mugen arrived, and forced Saeko away from his sister, and began pulling down Finn, unconscious from the ceiling, and out of his bindings. Nagauta, himself, waltzed back to his 'throne' at the centre of the room, plucking a biwa and tortoise shell pick from his collection and began strumming the instrument as he hummed to himself and made his way to the gilded, ornate throne. "You know, this throne was once fitted with the bones of our ancestor, Nagahime Busujima? The Demon King of Benzi? She defied the Dragon Emperor and thus... consumed by them, and then her bones fitted to this very throne to put her spirit in constant humiliation... I hate humiliation, Saeko. You humiliated me and our relatives..." He frowned, looking over to her as he took a seat, and continued to strum his biwa.

"They humiliated themselves... only your sister gave a decent fight. You've been too soft on them... too... ugh... preoccupied with your damn kabuki theatre and poetry..." She says coughing and pulling away from TsuTsu, sheathing the knockoff Benzi Tachi and walked over to Finn, checking him. "They let a pariah enter your kingdom, with an Barbarian guest." She says, glancing up at him. "I don't care if the throne still smells of blood, vomit and excrement, you think you can run the Busujima Clan from your sewer? Tsk. Be my guest."

Tsutsuji got up, hobbling with the aid of another member of the Mugen... her non weaponized hand clutching her neck yet, which was red where the scabbard's tip slammed into it. She hissed at Saeko before being lead to a crate, opposite of her brother. "Say the word," She rasped. "...and I'll deliver her head to you brother..." She wheezed.

Saeko wrote:"They humiliated themselves... only your sister gave a decent fight. You've been too soft on them... too... ugh... preoccupied with your damn kabuki theatre and poetry..." She says coughing and pulling away from TsuTsu, sheathing the knockoff Benzi Tachi and walked over to Finn, checking him. "They let a pariah enter your kingdom, with an Barbarian guest." She says, glancing up at him. "I don't care if the throne still smells of blood, vomit and excrement, you think you can run the Busujima Clan from your sewer? Tsk. Be my guest."

He chuckled. "There is nothing wrong with being driven by the arts, poetry and theatre are a cornerstone for the Samurai, if you recall your teachings with Uncle Taizo, er, your father..." He says, plucking the strings of the Biwa in an eerie manner. "This biwa was a yokai slain by... you... at one point dear Cousin. An instrument of the arts, which I play thanks to you." He says with a smirk. "I love pariahs, barbarian foreigners, even you, Cos. You know why? They bring money. Entertainment. They're not boring. Your father... he was entertaining, but your sister... she was... absolutely a thrill to be held. Yuuko is like a train wreck that is forced to repeat itself, time and again...with no end. Oh, her end was too...simple. It should have been grand. It should be beautiful as she was ugly. To be cast to sea... thats the equivalent of being pushed off a cliff. Boring." He scoffed.

Tsutsuji Busujima wrote:Tsutsuji got up, hobbling with the aid of another member of the Mugen... her non weaponized hand clutching her neck yet, which was red where the scabbard's tip slammed into it. She hissed at Saeko before being lead to a crate, opposite of her brother. "Say the word," She rasped. "...and I'll deliver her head to you brother..." She wheezed.

Nagauta sighed, setting the biwa beside the throne, and turned to his sister sharply. "Enough of that... we have a guest, our esteemed pariah cousin whose father doomed our clan into obscurity... is requesting my audience, sister, and I will be damned if you will not let me have a pleasant conversation with the most talked about Busujima since the aforementioned Yuuko and Taizo... Stop your pissing and moaning TsuTsu, she slapped you on the wrist, she's walking around with claw marks like she was mauled by a tiger..." he rolled his eyes with a deep, unamused sigh.

Turning to face Saeko again he bowed his head. "I apologize, you are my guest, and I am not the most welcoming of hosts. Shall I have your man thing, boyfriend? Sex slave hunk there looked after? Your wounds taken care of? I have a few extra sailor fuku's in that drab green over yonder, and I will ensure you will not be struck dead by my idiot sister who doesn't know the meaning of her own name¹." He inquires, eloquently.

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¹ (ooc: Tsutsuji means 'patience' in Japanese).

Nagauta Busujima wrote:"There is nothing wrong with being driven by the arts, poetry and theatre are a cornerstone for the Samurai, if you recall your teachings with Uncle Taizo, er, your father..." He says, plucking the strings of the Biwa in an eerie manner. "This biwa was a yokai slain by... you... at one point dear Cousin. An instrument of the arts, which I play thanks to you." He says with a smirk. "I love pariahs, barbarian foreigners, even you, Cos. You know why? They bring money. Entertainment. They're not boring. Your father... he was entertaining, but your sister... she was... absolutely a thrill to be held. Yuuko is like a train wreck that is forced to repeat itself, time and again...with no end. Oh, her end was too...simple. It should have been grand. It should be beautiful as she was ugly. To be cast to sea... thats the equivalent of being pushed off a cliff. Boring." He scoffed.

She shook her head. "Its the same cornerstone used by whores and drunkards, who think that by carrying a blade on your hip, and being of a proud lineage of Samurai... makes you Samurai."

The mention for his pleasure out of bizarre entertainment made her shake her head again. "What difference does it make if you push someone off a cliff, or you stab them in the chest. Dead is dead. Did that demon of a slut deserve more than that? Probably. But she's dead now. Her story ended. The end."

Nagauta Busujima wrote:

Tsutsuji Busujima wrote:Tsutsuji got up, hobbling with the aid of another member of the Mugen... her non weaponized hand clutching her neck yet, which was red where the scabbard's tip slammed into it. She hissed at Saeko before being lead to a crate, opposite of her brother. "Say the word," She rasped. "...and I'll deliver her head to you brother..." She wheezed.

Nagauta sighed, setting the biwa beside the throne, and turned to his sister sharply. "Enough of that... we have a guest, our esteemed pariah cousin whose father doomed our clan into obscurity... is requesting my audience, sister, and I will be damned if you will not let me have a pleasant conversation with the most talked about Busujima since the aforementioned Yuuko and Taizo... Stop your pissing and moaning TsuTsu, she slapped you on the wrist, she's walking around with claw marks like she was mauled by a tiger..." he rolled his eyes with a deep, unamused sigh.

Turning to face Saeko again he bowed his head. "I apologize, you are my guest, and I am not the most welcoming of hosts. Shall I have your man thing, boyfriend? Sex slave hunk there looked after? Your wounds taken care of? I have a few extra sailor fuku's in that drab green over yonder, and I will ensure you will not be struck dead by my idiot sister who doesn't know the meaning of her own name¹." He inquires, eloquently.

His mentioning of Finn, made her brows twitch. "He's just a guy caught up in the same mess as me. I'd appreciate your people looking over him and yeah... the sailor fuku's still in style." She says, standing up. "I'll get dressed after we talk, as for my injuries? I've been through worse." She says, blood running down her back, chest, and shoulder. She handed the tachi back to him. "Here's your knockoff... might wanna remove the 'Made in Beijio' stamp before you auction it off as a rare Murasame..." She chuckled.

Saeko wrote:
She shook her head. "Its the same cornerstone used by whores and drunkards, who think that by carrying a blade on your hip, and being of a proud lineage of Samurai... makes you Samurai."

"Well... hate to burst your bubble Cos, but... that still applies, with our current law. Its just that your ambitious father ruined it for the rest of us, and now people see us for who we really are." He says with a smirk, bringing one leg up to support his arm as he took an apple from his robes and began to munch on it.

Saeko wrote:
The mention for his pleasure out of bizarre entertainment made her shake her head again. "What difference does it make if you push someone off a cliff, or you stab them in the chest. Dead is dead. Did that demon of a slut deserve more than that? Probably. But she's dead now. Her story ended. The end."

Nagauta chuckled, swallowing the apple chunks. "That... is just so boringly pragmatic of you. Where's the woman who came in with a smile, stabbing cousins left and right, suffocating them with her ass and tits ten or twenty minutes ago? You've changed... something made you look at your actions and... dare I say, you feel pity for them?" He says, turning his head like a rooster, staring down at an insect. "How very... curious..."

Saeko wrote:
His mentioning of Finn, made her brows twitch. "He's just a guy caught up in the same mess as me. I'd appreciate your people looking over him and yeah... the sailor fuku's still in style." She says, standing up. "I'll get dressed after we talk, as for my injuries? I've been through worse." She says, blood running down her back, chest, and shoulder.

He didn't respond to that immediately, only smiled as he waved his hand and the Mugen moved her 'friend' away.

Saeko wrote:
She handed the tachi back to him. "Here's your knockoff... might wanna remove the 'Made in Beijio' stamp before you auction it off as a rare Murasame..." She chuckled.

He waved his hand in decline, shaking his head. "Oh, ho, no... you've already filthied it with your pariah hands cousin... consider it my gift for my poor housekeeping. Besides, I have something far more real... and genuine that I am interested in." He began, before leaning forwards, rubbing his chin. "So... what do you want to learn, about Yuuko's journal?" he says, noting the shock in his cousin's eyes.... before pulling out the journal from his robes one of the Mugen handed him. "Such... interesting depictions within... concerning our ancestor's missing blade... perhaps you should have kept a closer eye on your wallet... opportunists abound in these... sacred walls of the The Wisteria Maiden Inn..." He says as he flipped through the pages nonchalantly.