[Aftdeck, Moon 7 - Morning] Greenhorns - OPEN

[Isawa Junpei]

With a rucksack on his back, young Isawa Junpei tried his best to push through the crunch of people milling about the docks. Don't you people have jobs?! He thought to himself with no small amount of irritation, once again getting stuck behind a man who had apparently just forgotten how to walk. The wall of flesh seemed to be striking up a conversation with a fellow pier worker, and Junpei was about to lose it.

"Ahem" he coughed.

No reply.

"AHEM!" his voice was lost among the din of the port. Fortunes save me! That's it!

Without warning, a strong wind picked up around the young man, pushing back the crowd and propelling him into the air. No prayers, no chants, just a lightening of his spirit. Whirling free of the chaos, the youthful priest basked in the fresh sea air above the stench of unwashed sailor. He was sure that any good from his bath had been undone by this point. Taking in another deep breath he just floated there, level with the highest rigging. Opening his eyes he scanned the docks below, intent to find the Half Moon. Of course, trying to spot an imperial schooner among even the masterwork boats of the Mantis was an easy matter. Drifting on the winds he made his way to the ship, but halted before touching down, seeing what appeared to be his superior officer addressing a fellow crew-woman.

[Asahina Masamichi]

Masamichi heads up towards the gangplank of his new assignment, one hand securing the pack on his back and the other withdraws assignment papers from his more formal kimono.

He takes a polite step away from the landing Phoenix, with a questioning look on his face. He falls in with the rest to form a line to board the Half Moon, likely having to go through the woman on the other end of the plank.

[Hida Sayuri]

Happily leaving her papers with the gunso--after all, someone will hand her a new set if she's to travel anywhere else--Sayuri steps out of the way of the oncoming line of newcomers. Not really the spot to stop and chat.

She only makes it one step, albeit a large one, out of the way before stopping to gape at the floating Phoenix, eyes wide. It wasn't that she'd never realized shugenja could do that, she'd just never actually seen one do so. Still, this was not the place to hang out and chat. Given the crew dodging around her as she paused on the deck, it really wasn't a place to 'hang out' at all. After a long look at the growing collection of crewmates, she headed off to cram her belongings into a locker and sigh at the thought of cramming herself into one of the berths.

[Isawa Junpei]

Taking little notice of the heimin that had arrived before him, Junpei spoke from about seven feet off the deck, "Might I have permission to come aboard, samurai-sama*." The platitude wasn't so much a question as what the young tensai thought to be the appropriate nautical greeting.

*Moshi-sama if mons are visible.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

The brief answer given, she turns her attention to the peasant, the flying Isawa and the Asahina. Rather than scowling more (every face has its limits), the woman crosses her arms across her chest. She nods to Amaya and jerks her head to the side, indicating that the peasant should wait a moment.

"If you have orders, than feel free to land Isawa-san." It wasn't quite friendly, but it would do. Kaimenko doesn't spare the time to watch the Phoenix at his antics. She turns and spots the man she wants, summoning him with a shout. The papers are shoved in his hands, "Take them to the Captain, after I get the rest from this lot."

[Isawa Junpei]

The Isawa would have offered a polite reply but the woman seemed busy and so, dropping to the deck his robes fell into place, large sleeves falling to his sides. Shifting the sack on his back he stepped out of the way of the obviously pressed Moshi, waiting politely to be taken wherever it was that he needed to. In truth he hoped he might have a chance to set down his things first, but whatever was proper protocol. He certainly wouldn't be in any more presentable a form than he was right now.

[Asahina Masamichi]

He frowns behind the eccentric Isawa as he boards. One shugenja boards, Masamichi steps to the edge of the dock and with a bow speaks loud and clear to the woman. "I am Asahina Masamichi, formerly of the Daidoji vessel Poisoned Clam. I have orders to join the crew of the Half Moon, Mantis-sama."

[Moshi Kaimenko]

"Moshi Kaimenko. Gunso. I'll need both your papers. Stairways over there. Quarters are split by sex, pick a free berth." She rattles off with a certain indifference as she indicates the way below decks. Once you said a thing enough, it lost its meaning.

[Asahina Masamichi]

Handing over his papers, the Asahina thanks her with a protocal bow to a superior, and skillfully makes his way through the bustling deck to stake out a bunk.

/exit!

[Moshi Kaimenko]

The papers are handed off to her 'aide' as she gives the Isawa an expectant glare.

[Amaya]

As all of this occurred, the peasant ensured that she gave a bow to those arriving and stood to the side where the Moshi had indicated. It wasn't the first time she'd been made to wait, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. She could be patient.

[Isawa Junpei]

The papers are handed off to her 'aide' as she gives the Isawa an expectant glare.

"If it's alright, Moshi-gunso, I would like to give the captain my papers myself," his voice was sheepish in that moment. "I doubt I'll have many good reasons to meet him socially and I don't want to waste the opportunity....If that's okay."

He was an Isawa with a tempered resolve as strong as any student of the Kuni, but he was still not above being deferential to the imposing woman. It wouldn't do to get on anyone's bad side with upcoming weeks or months at sea.

[Kitsuki Kotsu]

Walking steadily behind all of the other is a young man dressed in the colors of the Dragon Clan. A well-worn traveling pack is slung over his right shoulder, while his left hand holds a scroll. Seeing the line for getting aboard the ship, Kotsu takes a deep breath and gets in the queue.

[Amaya]

And lo, with a low bow and a step further to the side, suddenly, the Kitsuki had apparently moved one step further in that queue unless the Moshi proclaimed otherwise. Amaya, scarred as she was, seemed quite typically heimin in behavior as related to her samurai betters and was demurely letting him through.

That's it joints, you just keeeep on creaking all you want. We'll stow our gear when this crazed sea hag damned well decides we're going to stow it and not a day before that.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

"Socially?" her eyes narrow as she manages to not quite roar, "Doji's left tit, man, what do you think this is? Some dainty little courier ship? This is a training ship, but I'm sure you'll find that out soon enough."

"Heavens save me from well-meaning idiots," Kaimenko mutters as she makes an impatient gesture at Junpei, "Go on. Get out of here. I don't have the time to hold your pretty little hand."

She promptly ignores the Phoenix and fixes her eyes on Amaya, overlooking the Kitsuki, "Right, from the dockmaster or boarding?"

[Isawa Junpei]

Nobody asked you to.

Junpei kept his venom to himself, with enough practiced courtesy to offer a nod of his head to the already occupied Moshi. Headed off to explore the ship, he entertained himself with a litany of silent curses and criticisms of the brusque Mantis.

Fortunes bless, please don't let her be a true-blooded Moshi.

/exit

[Amaya]

Ah, she was up then. A step forward, a crisp and very low bow that gave a moment to find whatever paperwork the samurai had shoved at her that she couldn't actually read and as she rose, the papers were in hand and proffered. "Boarding, -Sama ordered I be shipped here from the south and assigned to Half Moon, O-Samurai-sama."

The documents, if read, indicated that Amaya was a conscripted levy from Crane lands. Attached to them was a sealed scroll that had listed on it that it was specifically for the captain to view. The seal was very obviously untampered with and the travel papers included a mention that the document was to be delivered to the captain as soon as possible.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

The papers aren't so much read as handed off. Kaimenko's arms uncross as she studies Amaya a moment. The frown seems to lessen even as the woman speaks tersely, "Look, quit with the 'sama crap. If you do your job well, I won't care if you were a dressed up monkey who threw cack at the seagulls. Once we're out of port we won't have time for bowing and scraping. You'll be in the hold with the rest of the heimen."

"Chuckles here will show you the way after he delivers these orders," she jerks a thumb at the serious faced man standing to her other side. Kaimenko doesn't wait for an answer, turning her dark brown eyes to the Kituski. She waits for him to start his whole little introductory spiel.

[Amaya]

"Understood, -sa....," riiiight, oh that was going to take some getting used to. She glanced around for a sight of what some of the other heimin were doing and mimicked their salute before stepping out of the way. Once "chuckles" returned, she would be off to stow her gear in the hold. She had work to do. The pitch and dive of the ship wasn't that hard to deal with, and she'd be used to it by tomorrow, she was sure. It just felt ... bigger than a sampan.

[elonweis]

'Chuckles' gives a brief nod to Amaya but remains attentive for more papers shoved his way. He was a stoic man in his mid-twenties, though he looked older thanks to spending all his time on the sea. Likely a career sailor.