Morris
A Hunter Must Hunt
Xiulan's entry to the scene was unexpected... but it was strangely effective. Pizarro and crew seemed likewise dumbfounded, just as the kitsunes.
"Hey, Fieldrunner. You know this woman?" - Twigwhistle whispered to him.
"Yes I do. She's a cook with the westerners. And she's scary." - Gengoro admitted.
"Oh, now we're talking sense!" - Pizarro spat out. - "I get my women by going to places. Get your own boat, cheapstake. Boys, we're leaving. I presume the esteemed foremen of Odawara have no objections?"
Daisuke Anno, stressed out as he was, let out a deep sigh. - "We will make measures of the damages, and will hold you accountable if there was loss of civilian life."
"Pfft, yeah, like you are going to boycott trade now that I enabled it. Or prevent me from sailing out while my cannons are facing the town." - the sarcasm was deeply embedded in his tone, but neither he nor Anno added anything further. The sailors looted what they could, hauled off Mieko's and Gengoro's captive monk, along with a couple of survivor ninjas, and left the scene spouting a few curses, cusses, but some giggled while looking over to Xiulan, who was whispering sickeningly sweet things to Yori. Gengoro had the feeling these few joyous sailors knew something that he didn't.
Twigwhistle bowed to Daisuke, praising him. - "You have done the reasonable thing, foreman. A blessing upon you and your bloodline. Please excuse my companions and myself for now; we wish to thank our helpers on our own accord."
...
Later that night, Yori lay naked on his bed, festooned in iron needles in his skin, unable to talk, move his limbs, or do anything beside nose breathing at all. Xiulan nonchalantly hummed to herself as she dressed up. It has been a while since she treated anyone to her own trademark erotic acupuncture, and she was happy she remembered the method down to the last details. As she was leaving Yori behind, all alone, she turned back for a minute:
"I'll inform Hanae of the proper sequence of removal. If not done right, removing the needles can be excruciatingly painful. Then again, chances are someone else will find you first. She's such a good daughter, I doubt she would intrude upon her father when not called upon personally." - she chuckled gently, blowing Yori a kiss. - "Good night."
...
"Drink 'till you all pass out! I'm going to!" - Pizarro stated as he gulped down half a bottle of wine in a single swing. With everyone aboard his ship, they were throwing a typical sailor party, with booze and horrible singing.
"I don't know what this liquid is." - Twigwhistle muttered, her cheeks rosy red as she snuggled a barrel. - "But it is strangely attractive."
Gengoro pushed away a mug that was offered to Mieko: - "This time, I'm not letting you do it, girl. Remember, we have prisoners to interrogate below deck."
@Cottontail
"Hey, Fieldrunner. You know this woman?" - Twigwhistle whispered to him.
"Yes I do. She's a cook with the westerners. And she's scary." - Gengoro admitted.
"Oh, now we're talking sense!" - Pizarro spat out. - "I get my women by going to places. Get your own boat, cheapstake. Boys, we're leaving. I presume the esteemed foremen of Odawara have no objections?"
Daisuke Anno, stressed out as he was, let out a deep sigh. - "We will make measures of the damages, and will hold you accountable if there was loss of civilian life."
"Pfft, yeah, like you are going to boycott trade now that I enabled it. Or prevent me from sailing out while my cannons are facing the town." - the sarcasm was deeply embedded in his tone, but neither he nor Anno added anything further. The sailors looted what they could, hauled off Mieko's and Gengoro's captive monk, along with a couple of survivor ninjas, and left the scene spouting a few curses, cusses, but some giggled while looking over to Xiulan, who was whispering sickeningly sweet things to Yori. Gengoro had the feeling these few joyous sailors knew something that he didn't.
Twigwhistle bowed to Daisuke, praising him. - "You have done the reasonable thing, foreman. A blessing upon you and your bloodline. Please excuse my companions and myself for now; we wish to thank our helpers on our own accord."
...
Later that night, Yori lay naked on his bed, festooned in iron needles in his skin, unable to talk, move his limbs, or do anything beside nose breathing at all. Xiulan nonchalantly hummed to herself as she dressed up. It has been a while since she treated anyone to her own trademark erotic acupuncture, and she was happy she remembered the method down to the last details. As she was leaving Yori behind, all alone, she turned back for a minute:
"I'll inform Hanae of the proper sequence of removal. If not done right, removing the needles can be excruciatingly painful. Then again, chances are someone else will find you first. She's such a good daughter, I doubt she would intrude upon her father when not called upon personally." - she chuckled gently, blowing Yori a kiss. - "Good night."
...
"Drink 'till you all pass out! I'm going to!" - Pizarro stated as he gulped down half a bottle of wine in a single swing. With everyone aboard his ship, they were throwing a typical sailor party, with booze and horrible singing.
"I don't know what this liquid is." - Twigwhistle muttered, her cheeks rosy red as she snuggled a barrel. - "But it is strangely attractive."
Gengoro pushed away a mug that was offered to Mieko: - "This time, I'm not letting you do it, girl. Remember, we have prisoners to interrogate below deck."
@Cottontail
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