A Kabuki Tale -=- 楽

[Kabukicraft 143]

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

 

[A Scroll written in Oyashiman, Only IRPly known to Tanoshi or those close with Tanoshi.]

 

    To my Family, the Tanoshi. I share a story as we begin our ascent in the History of Yorumachi. I, Yokaze of Tanoshi, The Black Kabuki of the Night Winds, Heiso of the Marines, Owner of Tano-Co, and House Head of Tanoshi… was not always one with the Kabuki as I am now. I was not always a Tanoshi. Long before I arrived on the mainland, more commonly known as Azuras; I lived a filthy, lonesome, cowardly life. I begged for my food, I rummaged through other’s belongings, I stole and then lied when confronted. My stay in Fukukaze, Oyashima was nothing but bitter hate towards authority and sheer ignorance of the life I could have lived. 

 

    As any day, I sat in the Village street, alone, waiting for someone to flick a Coin to me. I watched as the usual common folk paved through the roads, carrying their workloads and food for their families. It angered me. It fueled a long-held jealousy I carried… not because I wanted what they had in their hands or on their backs, but because I wanted what they had at Home, a Family. Every day I would gaze upon the world and only see the anguish in which came with it, that was until a clunk in my Bowl was heard - | CLINK | - a coin had been dropped for me. I looked up and a brightly colored man stood before me, a small statured man but vibrant and large in his aura. Dressed in bright and dark colors of Green, the man was a Kabuki, Green Hair and a wide smile. He introduces himself to me; “Ohayo Yosei-ling… I am Morikaze of Tanoshi. Where are your Parents?” He then questions as a perk of his Head followed; I look at him then strike my gaze away… as if dismissing his question. I was only but a Boy who hoped for a future of patience, compassion, and the Honor of a Family. I wasn’t interested in speaking about the past or simple introductions. He places a hand onto my Head, ruffling my Hair as if we knew each other for years. “Yooo, Yosei-ling. I want to help you get some food. My Tsuma would kill me if I walked by.” Something I haven’t heard in a while… ‘I want to help you’. I looked up at the Man with a Dull expression, not expecting much. “Arigatogozaimasu…” I spoke simply. In that moment, even though I couldn’t feel it, my life was altered.

 

 

[Young Yokaze (Left) and Young Morikaze (Right) speaking in the streets of Fukukaze, Oyashima.]

 

 

A Peasant longing.

Compassion shown rightfully.

Hope portrayed unto.

 

 

    A few weeks pass by, and it becomes evident to Morikaze that I had no home or a family to go to. I didn’t have a father to work and provide for us; I didn’t have a mother to fix clothes and feed us. It was clear to him I needed guidance. Ayame, Morikaze’s Wife, took me in almost instantly. She made sure my clothes were patched and I was fed. She let me sleep outside, under the cover of their straw-roofed tool shed. She gave me someone to speak to. I learned what it was to truly communicate with another living being. I was given a chance to live. Morikaze was hesitant with his acceptance of me, so he left everything to Ayame to tend to when it came to me. Eventually she shared his reasoning. Morikaze never liked Elves, we believe he feared them or in short, were jealous. I think he felt inferior to them. So, he kept his distance from me. I understood, though I continued helping Ayame with her work. She kept me fed and housed, with that I didn’t need Pay. In time, I found myself becoming a Third in the Tanoshi household. Ayame constantly called me Yokaze. It made me happy. A name given to me that meant something, not just the usual disrespectful terms shouted at me on the streets. 

 

    Eventually I was sat and nearly interrogated by the two Tanoshi. They concussed me with questions about my past, about my parents, who I was. I cleared my throat and peaked my head up, using what I'd been taught by Ayame in practice; “I-I never met them. I have an Ototo out there, demo I haven’t seen him in years. I was raised by my Village until I was discarded.” It seemed to settle the concerns as later on, days later… Morikaze and Ayame brought me into their family. They adopted me. They gave me a Name and Parents to remember. 

 

    Months fly by, I am constantly learning and I am consistently growing. Morikaze opened up more to me, he began showing more of his Fatherly side. A change I wholeheartedly accepted. He taught me what it meant to be an Oyashiman. He forced me to get up on my own when I fell, he never helped me, though he showed me how. He gave me the confidence to try and succeed or fail, either way I knew it was up to me. My life was swapped, Months ago I snuck through the shadows, I stole and cheated. Now I was becoming a productive citizen. I helped Father and Mother with their work, I had my own chores, I was given things I never had before like my own Bed. Everything felt how I always dreamed… until the day Father spoke of leaving us. He mentioned a new world named Azuras which is where my grandfather was, his Father. For weeks he prepared us and our home for his departure. I felt like I was losing my home and Family. I felt lost once again. Though he promised he would return, he said he would write… and he did. Every so often he came back for weeks at a time, and every time he left months flew by and another Tanoshi-ling came to be. The family was always growing. All of you were born and life was forever grounded with meaning. I knew as your oldest brother, and as I came of age, I had to do something and so I wrote to Father in one letter: “Otousan. I wish to join you in your life in Yorumachi as you call it… Tanoshi grows, and we need to speak.” However, the letter was never received, nor was one sent back. 

 

    Once again, Months went by and no word from Father was received, other Tanoshi-lings already left Fukukaze to join him in Yorumachi. Yet I stayed home with Mother, I meant to lend aid in filling Fathers household Positions. Eventually I grew tired of waiting, so I chose to take my own adventure across the vast Ocean which separates Azuras and Oyashima. Weeks, and then Months go by and my charter ship finally makes land; a thud of the wooden craft was heard - | THUNK | -. I awake from my restless sleep amongst the waves to see a vibrant scene, a Dock and Shipyard directly before me. A Brightly up lit sign shown throughout the Rain which seemed to constantly shine, it read; YORUMACHI. I knew, finally after so much time I could see Father. Though my hope was quickly broken. I arrived to find my siblings, my fellow Tanoshi-lings in upset and distraught… the time I never got back my letter, the time I spent worrying… Father was spending it as a Yokai. His secret life being exposed within the city and ultimately leading to his demise… all before I could say what I wanted to say, before I could see him once more. It pained me worse than anything before, though it brought me Hope in the same. The pain meant I had something I cared for, someone I loved. That is something I never had before Morikaze and Tanoshi. 

 

    Per his wishes, Father was eventually burned away atop the Yorumachi cliffs. Cactus Green and a Bottle of Hirano Brand Sake thrown into the blaze as he went. He left this world exactly how he wished. I laid it to rest and found peace with it, as I know he did. Eventually the time came for me to fulfill my role as the eldest son and become House Head. I graciously accepted the position with the voting of my fellow Tanoshi-lings. I was proud that day, more than I have ever been. Every day since I have sought to drive Tanoshi into the best future that I possibly can.

 

 

[Present Day Yokaze of Tanoshi. Clad in Yorumachi Marine armor.] 

 

 

Past trees burned away.

Seeded to grow, born again.

Life created new.

 

    Life has changed yet I continuously have hope. My mind has evolved throughout the years. I am now the same age as Father was when he left us. Now I have begun my own path in life. My future is set and I let the strings that hold everything together steer me. Every day I write in my Journal and speak of you all and this life, one day when I leave this world and pass onto the next, I will leave my writings behind. A future forged in determination and fortitude, a Yosei turned strong from weak, Hope given to the Hopeless. I am now who I am meant to be. I am what I always dreamed of; Important to someone. Tanoshi will stand strong through the times to come, nothing will stop the path set for us. I have faith in all of my siblings, in all of my family. Tanoshi may be but wee Kabuki, but we are also Patriots. Your State needs you. Tanoshi needs you. Forge your path and be a guiding light to those living in the dark. 

 

    My journey has been long, and it has been trying. I know there is much I have left out from these writings, however there is still much to do, much to accomplish. My heart is with you all, my body will provide strength for as long as it is capable. My dreams are steadily being fulfilled, life has a fine way of showing your path to you when you need it most, not when you want it to. I only ever ask of you one thing; Continue. If you do, I can guarantee your life will become what you dream of most. As Present Day is here, I continue my work to establish Tanoshi into the destiny it so deserves, that which is to become a Clan. As we all mark our own trails through the Jungle of life it amounts to the success of us in entirety, this is what will make us strong. If there is one thing I know now, it’s that Tanoshi will proceed to set its name in the stones of Yorumachi as the Greatest Kabuki Family.

 

 

Spoiler

Realized I never really did like a backstory on Yokaze, or just lore on him in general. So, I figured I may as well go ahead and post what I have for him. Most of this is also written in a Book IRPly.

 

 

- Credits; 

@Kabukicraft (Writer)

@HeroOfDuLoc (Tanoshi Creator)