[Aftdeck, Moon 7 - Morning] Greenhorns - OPEN

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Next to appear was the slight figure of a young . . . man, obviously a Phoenix by the flame like colours of . . . his clothing. The gangplank is navigated with ease and a properly polite bow is made.

"Agasha Qian-Fan, priest and healer, reporting for duty, Moshi-sama."

His Order papers were already in hand to be proferred once he had been acknowledged.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

She looks the Phoenix up and down, noting his dress and ... delicateness of appearance. Damn. I would have pegged him for an orchid breeder.

A brow slowly lofts, speaking whole libraries about what she thought of the Agasha. "Moshi Kaimenko. Gunso. Follow the Lion."

Kaimenko takes the papers and jerks her head in the direction that Jishaku was going.

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

A nod of acceptance as the papers were taken.

"As you wish, Moshi-sama."

He followed after the Lion, Mantis woman already forgotten as he set off across the deck.

Wonder how the orchids are doing? The gardener had better be taking good care of them while I'm gone.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

She watched the Phoenix swish away and just contained an eye-roll. Kaimenko couldn't shake the feeling that she would need them later. The Captain really needed to make amends with the Vice Admiral. The Moshi shakes her head before blowing an ear-splitting whistle, summoning one of the heimen on deck. She hands the man the papers, "For the Captain," and returns to keeping an eye on the progress of loading the ship.

[Hida Musasha]

A man, large for Rokugani, but small for a Hida crosses the dock to the gang plank. Bowing, "Hida Musasha reporting." In one hand, he holds a large armor case...that should be held with two hands. In the other he is all but crushing a small document case. "I seek my quarters to stow my gear, and wish to know when I am expected for duty. I have need to go back to town for a few provisions, but have no room left to carry them." The pack on his back looks like a mountain that would crush most men beneath it, but his steady feet stand firm and his back is unbowed.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

"Moshi Kaimenko. Gunso," came the terse reply as she relieved him of the half-crushed documents. The shugenja gave the Crab the once over and jerked her head towards the stairs, "Head down that way, sides are marked. Pick a berth and see if there's room for more shi- personal items."

"Work starts tomorrow," Kaimenko adds, almost as an afterthought.

[Hida Musasha]

The Hida shrugs, "They aren't personal items, really. I simply lack a bar of soap and a whetstone at the moment. I consider both important for the morale of the crew." He bows again, "Moshi-Gunso." He heads below deck to stow his shi-personal belongings.

/exit

[Shiba Nozomi]

Practically escaping from here, the smallest wisp of a girl alights the ship, and glances about. Her milky-white eyes take in everything before her in a warm gaze, and the faintest of smiles flutters over her lips. Behind her, a porter follows, placing a wooden chest down at the top of the gangplank.

"Tha's as far as I'll carry, Phoenix-sama," he says to her. Nodding, Nozomi slips a coin into his subtly outstretched hand before he turns to leave.

Spotting the Moshi, she approaches and bows rather smartly, leaving the chest where it was placed. "Shiba Nozomi reporting for duty, Sir."

[Moshi Kaimenko]

The Hida almost got a smile out of the tight-lipped woman before a Shiba showed up with a box.

"Moshi Kaimenko. Gunso." She was beginning to sound like one of those annoying birds they taught to talk. Her lips curls slightly in disgust at the thought even as she looks down at the Shiba. And down. Kaimenko was used to looking over the heads of most women, but this... this was just ridiculous.

"Papers?"

[Shiba Nozomi]

Before the words were almost entirely out of her mouth, the Moshi would find that Nozomi's papers were being placed carefully into them.

"An honor, Moshi-gunzo. I hope that your day has been pleasant?" The words come out quickly, and have the distinct tinge of possibly being rehearsed. Obsessively.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

"..." Kaimenko takes the papers and narrows her eyes. There was something off about the girl. Other than her lack in height. "No. Stairway's yonder. Quarters are marked by sex. Find yourself a berth and stow your gear."

[Shiba Nozomi]

Shifting nervously on her feet, she shuffles back a few paces. "Sorry to hear that."
Taking a small breath, Nozomi manages the next question without mumbling. Too much. "Ano... would it be a problem if I acquainted myself with the ship after stowing my things?"

She quickly adds,"It's hardly any use knowing how to heal if you don't know where the bandages are generally kept..."

[Moshi Kaimenko]

The Moshi just resisted the urge to roll her eyes or snarl or doing anything more frightening then scowl at the mouse of a girl. Given, it was a rather fierce expression. "Fine. Stay out of the cargo hold."

[Shiba Nozomi]

"Yessir!" A few more shuffling steps backwards, and Nozomi bumps lightly against her chest. She quickly leans over (not very far, mind you) and lifts the hefty-looking thing with some ease.

"I'm at your service, if you need anything, Moshi-Gunzo," her small voice pipes up from behind the chest. The thing is rather bulky and it obscures most of her body as she carries it down below deck.

/exit

[Moshi Kaimenko]

Shortie? Midget? Midge? Flyspeck...?

Kaimenko watches the girl go with a frown. Damn water shugenja.

[Hida Sayuri]

The gangplank shivers as Sayuri strides across it, two large bundles bound together and balanced lightly on one shoulder. While her whistling is rather off-key, the tune is recognizable as one popular enough in town to be heard at every inn, tea house, and sake house several times a day. Woman and whistling pause as she steps onto the ship and looks around for a moment before cluing in to the aura of authority surrounding the Moshi.

One long step takes her to a proper distance to bow without the embarrassment of smacking her superior with the belongings on her shoulder. Daisho are tucked neatly into her narrow sash, while the well-worn tetsubo is visible upon her back as she bows. "Hida Sayuri, warrior of the Crab reporting."

[Moshi Kaimenko]

"DAGEKI! A POX UPON YOUR BALLS! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO WORK!"

The shout, which was very much a bellow that any field commander would be proud of, cut across the noise of the busy ship and the Hida's introduction. Kaimenko returns the rude gesture the man makes with a rather creative one of her own. It was... descriptive. Dark brown eyes cut back to the bowing Crab, the woman getting a quick once over.

She made no effort to hide her irritation as she made her terse introduction, "Moshi Kaimenko. Gunso. Papers?"

[Hida Sayuri]

Sayuri doesn't even twitch at the bellow, though, when she rises, her eyes spend a second scanning the deck for the crewmember adding a bit of extra scurry to their steps.

Her free hand tugs a packet of papers from their place tucked into her sash. Apparently she'd had little fear that anyone would try stealing them as she traveled through the city and across the docks. She holds them out with a grin that fans crow's feet from the corners of deep blue eyes. "Hai...they're a bit battered but all there, Moshi-sama. Pleasure t'be aboard." The envelope wrapping the papers is tattered with the journey and stained in a few places with something that might be tea, and the transparency of grease along one edge.

"Where'm I to report after stowin' this?" A shrug bounces the bundles on her shoulder as her eyes wander to the crew busy about the ship.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

The man, Daigeki, had a slightly belligerent expression on his face as he moved to help the others shift the steady stream of supplies below deck. It was busy but orderly and, for all the Moshi's sharp words, done in relative good humor. Kaimenko takes the papers without preamble, shoving it under her arm along with the others she's gathered in the past few minutes.

She jerks her head towards the stairs, "Below. Quarters are divided be sex, pick an empty berth. Free day, back before sundown."

[Amaya]

The next figure to draw up onto the gangplank had taken their dear sweet time getting there, but not for any reason of laziness or particularly inappropriate behavior. There were a lot of samurai about, and every last one of them deserved a low bow. You didn't walk along while they were passing. Oh no. That might accidentally get a little mud on their sandals, and she was not about to be the cause of that. So she was forced to pause time and time again as she reached the docks. But, finally, she was there.

Of course, she couldn't actually read what was on the bow, so she had to ask a few of the crew and related souls along the deck which kobune was the one she was going to, but eventually the woman crossed up to the gangplank and bowed from there towards the gunso shouting at every living creature on the ship. She stayed to the side of the entry way so that samurai could get onboard and waited to be acknowledged before even considering addressing the Moshi.

From the sound of that one, she had a familiar ring to her, and you didn't piss that sort of woman off.