1 Fix'em Up (Mission,Private) Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:17 pm
Kikisu
D-rank
Kikisus day started off with him streching his arms and yawning, all the while just starting to notice the heat of the day, it was always hot as hell in this village and the heat almost never got better, though over the years and years of him living here he had gotten real used to the heat, as to he almost no longer felt it, though today was oddly warm.
He shrugged off his light sheet and hopped out of bed, on his window sill there was a note that was sealed with red and tan ink, the Chikamatsu sigil, his clan seemed to have need of him, he had no real opinion of his clan really, he liked Taksuki for he played a mean game of Shogi, the rest he had not really gotten to know that well, the letter was from the Master Puppet Maker of the clan, it read, Dear Kikisu, we have need of your tinkering and puppet making skills, one of our puppet making centers is in the slums near where you live...the one with the Chikamatsu symbol on it, come on down and go in the back and there will be a bin of broken or useless limbs in there, make as many usable as possible and move them to the good bin, Thank you, Signed Asa Chikamatsu, Master Puppeteer The letter was written in tan colored ink, he assumed they would want him to go right away, since the letter must have been there for a while.
He started getting dressed to leave, he pulled his black fishnet shirt over his head as he searched the room for his tan pants, he pulled them on after he was done that he looked around his closest for his white cloak, he found it hung up and threw it over his body and buttoned it up, doing a spin to flap the calf length robe.
He then brushed his hair till it shone like light leather, and was as soft and smooth as silk, he loved his hair, almost as much as he loved Shogi. He then looked down at his fingers, looking at the rings of white scar tissue that covered each finger, from that damn raid, those bandits just cut his fingers up saying that he would never control a puppet again, he had proved him wrong, though he still felt the pang of their knives on his fingers when he slept...he would now make some parts.
He shrugged off his light sheet and hopped out of bed, on his window sill there was a note that was sealed with red and tan ink, the Chikamatsu sigil, his clan seemed to have need of him, he had no real opinion of his clan really, he liked Taksuki for he played a mean game of Shogi, the rest he had not really gotten to know that well, the letter was from the Master Puppet Maker of the clan, it read, Dear Kikisu, we have need of your tinkering and puppet making skills, one of our puppet making centers is in the slums near where you live...the one with the Chikamatsu symbol on it, come on down and go in the back and there will be a bin of broken or useless limbs in there, make as many usable as possible and move them to the good bin, Thank you, Signed Asa Chikamatsu, Master Puppeteer The letter was written in tan colored ink, he assumed they would want him to go right away, since the letter must have been there for a while.
He started getting dressed to leave, he pulled his black fishnet shirt over his head as he searched the room for his tan pants, he pulled them on after he was done that he looked around his closest for his white cloak, he found it hung up and threw it over his body and buttoned it up, doing a spin to flap the calf length robe.
He then brushed his hair till it shone like light leather, and was as soft and smooth as silk, he loved his hair, almost as much as he loved Shogi. He then looked down at his fingers, looking at the rings of white scar tissue that covered each finger, from that damn raid, those bandits just cut his fingers up saying that he would never control a puppet again, he had proved him wrong, though he still felt the pang of their knives on his fingers when he slept...he would now make some parts.