Nakahama

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Iwane, on the other hand, had never seen such a book. "I'll have to take Suzume-san's word for it," Iwane replied, sincerely enough. "My company is more interested in practical applications." She could hear him sighing softly. "As interesting as the plant might look, it's entirely useless ...

"The governess seems to be open to the idea, at least. That said, you'll likely need a local partner. Makes everything easier." GenYako had cooperated with a Shosuro-owned pharmaceutical company that Iwane suspected of spying. He could not prove anything, but the Gilded Lotus Incorporated felt a ...

"Comes with the profession, I suppose." Jumpei's sensei was hardly the first or the last stubborn Kuni to hold a post. "Or with the name," Iwane smirked. "It's hard to fight off the shadows if you entertain any doubts." Not that Iwane had had to fight anything more atrocious than Yasuki bureaucracy ...

"A noble task," Iwane murmured, wondering how much demand there was for antiques. "Oh. How does your family find antiques this day and age? I would assume that finding really old pieces would be very hard."

"No, they are not," he replied with a smile on his lips. "Both of them are utterly harmless ...

"Fair enough." Iwane figured that Kanna knew something about the products they used and assumed that she was merely protecting trade secrets. He really could not fault her for that.

"I am aware. But that's not what happens with every scent, yes?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "The more ...

Iwane took Hitomi's card in his hands, inspecting it as decorum demanded. "Mhm, I see," he mused, tucking the card into his sleeve and pulling out one of his own, presenting it to her. "It's a long journey." Besides the distance, the Rokugan of old had little to offer to most. Unless one was on a ...

"I think your sensei would be more concerned with someone picking up his legacy, rather than the age of his successor," Iwane mused. "Or the circumstances." He picked up the foul-tasting energy drink once more and took a sip, grimacing. "We are all bound to step into the yomi one day, and rare are ...

Iwane looked around for a moment, as if to figure out where the exceptionally distracting flowers were, before his eyes settled on Hitomi. "Um, yes." He offered the young woman a bow. "I find the cool weather a pleasant change." Shiawase was a paradise with hellish temperatures.

"Kuni Iwane ...

Even if Iwane worked with plants and knew the local flora rather well, he was no gardener. The specimen in his laboratory were all decidedly dead, his small group dissecting their roots and stems in search for new potential active compounds. This didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the gardens, even if he ...

"No no, I didn't mean with you," Iwane replied, shaking his head. "Besides, the people at Skycarp might have said something, had you tried."

While the Yasuki were proponents of near-free trade, Skycarp was also bound by the laws that limited the import of alien flora and fauna. The Crab were not ...

"I suppose such things still happen," Iwane replied, folding his figners to make a small sign to ward off bad luck, just in case some had rubbed on Junpei. He did not look like a fortunate man by any stretch of the imagination. "Especially when you get older." He poked around his bento, picking up ...

Iwane picked up the energy drink, turning it in his hands to check the label before taking a sip himself, leaving it again between the two, grimacing at the aftertaste. He glanced at Jumpei, wondering why a man of his status drank such crap.

"I suppose few of us can truly predict when we pass to ...

"The dedication of our Yasuki cousins cannot be questioned," Iwane murmured, shaking his head as he picked a shrimp from his bento, eyeing it suspiciously before plucking it into his mouth. "I can believe that story, though."

Iwane would refuse the drink, waving his hand to indicate that Junpei ...

Iwane picked up the offered bento, peeling the chopsticks taped to its top free. "You could say so. First in eleven months or so. It has been a bit busy," he replied, prying chopsticks apart and crudely polishing their ends. "I am sure Kuni-sama can imagine. One responsibility following another ...

"Sleep deprivation would do that too," Iwane mused, taking a seat by the magistrate. "I... I suppose I could. I am on vacation." Which wasn't entirely true, but close enough to not merit a dice roll. "Is something keeping Kuni-sama busy?" he asked, glancing at the store. "I suppose all the people ...

"Oh," Iwane replied, blinking for a moment. "My apologies, Kuni-sama." He offered the magistrate a bow, sounding a little worried. "I am Kuni Iwane." A short, awkward pause. "Are you sure you are alright, Kuni-sama? Did you have a long night?" he asked Junpei, tilting his head to the side as he ...

She poured some tea from the electric kettle.

"I think Kuni-san has opted to start the discussion on the topic of Spider 'guests'." she offered to bring her up to speed. "I've only encountered one who is doing her best to appear harmless."

She chuckled.

"She hasn't won one duel in Flying Battle ...

"Definitely," Iwane nodded in agreement. "I just wanted to make sure Tamori-san understands that it might take a while before her family business can fully tap into what the island has to offer." His voice was mellow, his expression soft.

"Customer safety is paramount." The Kuni biologists and ...

Beeep-Booop

Kuni Junpei would exit the Go Express convenience store at one of the major intersections of Friendship Street, carrying a plastic bag of cans, bottles, and packaged food. For those who might have seen him at the party last night, he was still wearing the same suit and, most ...

"Rokugan?" Iwane mutter, turning his attention to the young Bayushi. "Pray tell us, is the Old Home as fabled as they'd have us believe?" As far as the Crab media was considered, Rokugan had a glorious past, but little future.