SLAVES OF YORINOBU | AREUM OF KURAI-KUNI

[Metamancy 1759]

 

 

 

SLAVES OF YORINOBU

 

OOC:

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For anyone reading who is not familiar with the situation, @Cally and I are really good friends OOCly! This is a completely IC disagreement, and I hope for it to bring lots of good-faith CRP in the weeks to come. 

With that said… if you wanna participate in some good-faith banditry (yes, that exists, or else we shall MAKE it exist,) hmu! Join the righteous cause…

 

I have few words to spare for the slaves of those who murdered our King.

 

For the crimes of hypocrisy, furthering the Shogun’s agenda and the murder of my brother, Naesan-Gun, Areum of Kurai-Kuni is hereby sentenced to death, her blessing of Heaven already severed from her body.

 

Until she is turned into the righteous cause of the Heaven Guard, the Chosen Peoples shall not stand back and watch the slaves of Yorinobu live behind their facade of enmity with the Shogun. The deaths shall be endless, no mercy spared, until Areum of Kurai-Kuni is rightfully handed to the Geonsa for execution.

Until then, the slaves of Yorinobu will die.

 

Signed,

SADO-GUN, BLADE OF HEAVEN, GEONSA OF WON, AND SERVANT OF THE RIGHTEOUS KING OF WON

 

[Cally 1080]

Areum of Yorumachi barks back a laugh as she reads the missive. 

 

“Oge naebwa.” 

[Galion 44]

Naeson will be remembered even tho irp i only met him once

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Ena preloads a tanegashima in his teahouse, ready to protect his business amidst growing racial tensions! Uncle O did not die for this v_v

[JediMaestro 240]

Jin sat on his bed in his room, staring down at a copy of the missive posted all around Kurai-Kuni and wondering how things could have gone so wrong so quickly. Only a year or so before, there Jin had stood with Naesan-Gun in the streets of Alduun in front of the clinic. "All life is precious," the Won-In had wisely intoned to a rapt Jin, who, though he gave pause at Naesan-Gun's beliefs regarding this 'King,' had become excited at the prospect of traveling with Naesan-Gun to become a Heaven Guard, to protect the helpless, to learn the old ways of the Won-In that his mother had seemed so keen to prevent him from even hearing.

 

Then, just a few days ago now, Naesan-Gun had tried to kill a defenseless child. Not just any child, but Jin's own yeodongsaeng - his little sister, Sora.

 

As Jin sat there, once again his fingers balled into fists, nails beginning to dig into his own palm. Again he bent forward, eyes squeezing shut as tears began to drip down onto the sheets below. For the first time, however, in the isolation of his room, a whimper escaped him, one built up from days of standing strong for his sister, his eomma, his nation.

 

Now that the whole sordid affair was over, Jin felt like blinders had been taken from his eyes, and he was seeing the world clearly for the first time since he had met the accursed Naesan. From the very beginning, this stranger had been violent, dismissive of the ways of Kurai-Kuni despite his very life having been spared when it rightfully could have been taken for attacking Holly. It had taken him no time at all to appeal to Jin's ego, to whisper to him of secret truths that his parents and mentors didn't want him to know.

 

And Jin had believed all of it, without thinking critically even once. Because it was what he wanted to hear- that he was special, that he, a half-Won-In and half-Oyashiman half-elf, understood what it meant to be Won-In better than his own full-blooded Won-In mother. Even when Sora had warned him how untrustworthy this man was, he had brusquely dismissed her, demanding that she not interfere in his own private business.

 

A sob escaped Jin's slumped form. Because of his own guileless ego, his sister had nearly died.

 

For the umpteenth time, Jin longed to rewind the clock, to dismiss Naesan's words out of hand as the ravings of an insane stranger. Or at least to have been there when Naesan drew his sword on a ten-year-old child, to have beaten the man back himself and been the one to drive his dagger in, to see the light leave the Won-In's eyes. No sage was he - only a con man who had duped Jin and received the death a charlatan like himself deserved. And now this brother of his had appeared out of nowhere, declaring war on Kurai-Kuni and a death sentence on Jin's own mother.

 

Slowly, he straightened, catching his breath. No more would he be a stooge for the plots of others - and no more would he hold any patience for the ways of the Heaven Guard or their 'King.' In his zeal to connect with one side of his heritage, he had nearly abandoned the other half, and that was something Jin now knew he must not do. Because he had rejected the Oyashiman part of himself in favor of a radical Won-In, the war in the mainland had now reached the shores of Azuras, and it would continue to rage unless Jin took responsibility and finished what he started.

 

"You almost killed my sister, Naesan," Jin whispers in the dark, his voice now perfectly even and full of vitriolic confidence, "Now I swear to you before all the spirits you rejected that I will be the one to kill your brother."