Simplicity Part II [M/Travel]
May 25, 2015 17:13:26 GMT -7
Post by Drawl on May 25, 2015 17:13:26 GMT -7
Post Three [For Mission: A Sword's Soul]
Aoki was seated cross-legged beneath the shade of a tree that was unknown to him, hoping its thick foliage would shield him from the drizzling rain as he pored over the map before him. He leaned over the slip of paper, giving Oe's head (or, as he hoped onlookers would see, a hunched back) a more pronounced presence underneath his cloak. While his brother got to sleep away the long hours, Aoki had to carry them both on foot, traveling to a country he had never set foot in before. He had traveled a good distance from the village, and was certain he was going in the right direction, as he had hardly veered from the road that connected the two nations capital cities once he had reached it from the village. Still, it wouldn't hurt to be extra certain that he was going in the right direction; besides, he had been traveling practically non-stop, Oe's warning about getting robbed for his merchandise hanging over him, but he still didn't want to overwork it; if he was exhausted, he'd even be worse off if someone came along looking to take his masterwork sword that was strapped to his waist.
Thus Aoki rested and plotted, all the while keeping his guard up. Despite what his brother had said back in the village, Aoki wasn't completely useless in combat, in the need for it arose; with 228 senbon, 10 kunai, and 16 caltrops stored away in the pockets of his cloak, he'd at least throw a lot of things at his attacker before they did him in. Of course, he did have his oil umbrella as well, which rested on his knees at the moment, though he wasn't too far along in his training with it, so he wasn't banking on it. No, his main defense was commonality; his Rain headband was around his neck, tucked away out of sight, and the sword he wore was wrapped in waterproof paper, obscuring its true worth. He was playing the part of a deliveryman, hoping that he would be ignored on the road to Aokusa. He wasn't a coward by any means, but the less contact he had with anyone between here and the Grass Country, the better.
Unless someone magically came along offering me a ride in their wagon or on their horse, Aoki thought absently as he tapped the map, marking the spot where he believed himself to be. Of course, what were the odds of that? Just a fleeting thought of a tired youth who needed to be back on the road soon enough. . . Eh, five more minutes, Aoki decided. It was one of the few times where he wasn't trying to watch the clock with Oe, so if he was a little lackadaisical, nothing would be terribly hurt. Besides, who was there to stop him?
OOC: Not traveling yet, to the staff who may be reading this. Waiting for another to arrive before I make an attempt to move.
Aoki was seated cross-legged beneath the shade of a tree that was unknown to him, hoping its thick foliage would shield him from the drizzling rain as he pored over the map before him. He leaned over the slip of paper, giving Oe's head (or, as he hoped onlookers would see, a hunched back) a more pronounced presence underneath his cloak. While his brother got to sleep away the long hours, Aoki had to carry them both on foot, traveling to a country he had never set foot in before. He had traveled a good distance from the village, and was certain he was going in the right direction, as he had hardly veered from the road that connected the two nations capital cities once he had reached it from the village. Still, it wouldn't hurt to be extra certain that he was going in the right direction; besides, he had been traveling practically non-stop, Oe's warning about getting robbed for his merchandise hanging over him, but he still didn't want to overwork it; if he was exhausted, he'd even be worse off if someone came along looking to take his masterwork sword that was strapped to his waist.
Thus Aoki rested and plotted, all the while keeping his guard up. Despite what his brother had said back in the village, Aoki wasn't completely useless in combat, in the need for it arose; with 228 senbon, 10 kunai, and 16 caltrops stored away in the pockets of his cloak, he'd at least throw a lot of things at his attacker before they did him in. Of course, he did have his oil umbrella as well, which rested on his knees at the moment, though he wasn't too far along in his training with it, so he wasn't banking on it. No, his main defense was commonality; his Rain headband was around his neck, tucked away out of sight, and the sword he wore was wrapped in waterproof paper, obscuring its true worth. He was playing the part of a deliveryman, hoping that he would be ignored on the road to Aokusa. He wasn't a coward by any means, but the less contact he had with anyone between here and the Grass Country, the better.
Unless someone magically came along offering me a ride in their wagon or on their horse, Aoki thought absently as he tapped the map, marking the spot where he believed himself to be. Of course, what were the odds of that? Just a fleeting thought of a tired youth who needed to be back on the road soon enough. . . Eh, five more minutes, Aoki decided. It was one of the few times where he wasn't trying to watch the clock with Oe, so if he was a little lackadaisical, nothing would be terribly hurt. Besides, who was there to stop him?
OOC: Not traveling yet, to the staff who may be reading this. Waiting for another to arrive before I make an attempt to move.