[Moon 8: Early Evening - Aftdeck - OPEN] Gazing.

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"Hmm, at least the Throne is not vacant any more, so we can hope for a brighter, more peaceful future."
Little did he know, but the story team would later prove the optimistic little shugneja wrong.

"You were trained by the Yasuki then?" he continued, curious.

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Not for terribly long," she said calmly. "They decided after the.... fourty-fifth?.. fight I got in that the Kobo Ichi-Kai techniques were better suited for me."

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"Kobo Ichi-Kai?" the man asked, curious. He had had not been dealing with the Crab before, and was somewhat ignorant on their peculiarities.

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Some call us the pragmatists. We specialize in kickin' ass with whatever's handy. Some of the more experienced members o' the dojo have been known to kill samurai with their own No-Dachi's." She probably could have said katana, but imagined that the Iuchi might have been even more shocked to think of someone being killed with their own grandfather's soul.

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"That sounds... pragmatic." he nodded, somewhat surprised. Then again, the Crab were well know for their brutality.

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Do what ye hafta," she said calmly. "Against what we hafta fight, preparedness is the greatest of boons."

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"You fight the minions of... the ninth bare-handed?" His eyebrows rose.

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Not always. Killed a bog hag with a table once."

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"Really? That sounds quite a story..."

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Oh, it wasn't much. Sensei and I were in this border inn, pretty close to the kaiu wall. It was fishy at first..." and she was off, explaining the entire story which ends with her trapping said bog hag under a table and punching the table until the thing stopped moving. She enthusiastically tells the story, and this time does a fairly decent job of telling a slightly disturbing, but somehow enjoyable tale. "...Sensei laughed when I was done, asking me why I didn't just break off a leg."

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"Hee, quite a story indeed." the man nodded enthusiastically. "That's indeed a... new way to use a table..."

Eeeerm... right.. The man shot a quick glance at his hand, feeling bit squeamish that he had shaken hands with her. After all, her lunacy might have been contagious.

The world had a place for everybody. Even for the mad Crabs. Or, so the man tried to keep thinking.

[Yasuki Himiko]

"As I said, ya do what ya have to," she shrugs. "It's another thing I like about boats. Plenty of things around that can be used to bust somethin's face in the event of an attack."

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"Though, the captain would probably prefer if you didn't use pieces of railing as makeshift club..." he grinned awkwardly, hoping she would not mind his attempt to humour her.

[Yasuki Himiko]

She grinned widely. "I'll make sure not teh break anything if I don't have to."

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"Sounds like a good idea." the man nodded. "Some captains I know are rather fond of their ships."

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Bet this one ain't any exception. Can't imagine a Yoritomo that don't like his boat."

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

"That sounds about right." he chuckled. "Never met one who didn't treat their ship like it was their lover... or their child."

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Lover'd likely be more accurate," she said with a laugh, "I imagine a few of 'em would bed their boats if they could figure out a way how that didn't involve splinters."

[Iuchi Xiao Hua]

The man winced at the mental image. It was not particularly pretty.

"Again, something you might not want to discuss with the captain..." Smiling he added. "Few a boat can fit to a bed in the first place."

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Yeah, probably." She smirked as well. "Though we may get lucky, and he might find the idea funny."