KittenOfSteel
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- Dec 10, 2013
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As she stared at the five katana all pointing at her delicate throat, Kyoko became strangely contemplative: Where had she gone wrong? Was it that letter which had betrayed her, or had her trust in that shifty asshole of a cook been as misplaced as she had suspected? In any case, she had nothing to do now but surrender. And it had been going so well! And now, after months of secret letters smuggled out of Kamakura castle by night, suddenly she was surrounded by five very angry Samurai. Why?
She was facing some serious questioning, and steeled herself internally for it. For now, though, politeness would probably be the best option. Being as polite and deferential as possible would probably keep them from being too rough on her... at first. In the little space which the blades left her, she bowed to the man she recognized as the lord of the castle and spoke in the quiet, polite voice befitting a female, and surprisingly calmly given the circumstances: "Most venerated lord, I humbly commend your prudence in warding against spies. However, your suspicions about me are quite unfounded. I am but a simple musician, and would never do anything against your lordship or his most esteemed house."
It had been a long time since she had used this overly polite language - she had rarely dealt with the lord himself in her lowly station. Now he was personally holding her at swordpoint. No good could come of this...
She was facing some serious questioning, and steeled herself internally for it. For now, though, politeness would probably be the best option. Being as polite and deferential as possible would probably keep them from being too rough on her... at first. In the little space which the blades left her, she bowed to the man she recognized as the lord of the castle and spoke in the quiet, polite voice befitting a female, and surprisingly calmly given the circumstances: "Most venerated lord, I humbly commend your prudence in warding against spies. However, your suspicions about me are quite unfounded. I am but a simple musician, and would never do anything against your lordship or his most esteemed house."
It had been a long time since she had used this overly polite language - she had rarely dealt with the lord himself in her lowly station. Now he was personally holding her at swordpoint. No good could come of this...
