(Moon 13, Afternoon, Foredeck) Watchful {Crab Clan}

[Isawa O-Washi]

Today, dismal and cloudy as it was, wouldn't seem a good day for training. Nonetheless the gunso had dispersed the news with breakfast that those who still needed the lesson on scouting would get it...Suitengu never gives second chances to fools, after all.

O-washi, like his Captain, wasn't one to change his clothes for the weather, it seemed, for he waited for the Crab, who would be taught first, in nothing but flame-red jinbei. He was alone this time and his usual smile was gone, leaving him somber of face and foreboding of stance.

[Hida Musasha]

Musasha arrives, his armor on and his helmet tied to his tetsubo for easy access. "O-washi-sensei." He bows, sort of. He seems a bit more attentive to the railings than his fellow crew.

[Hida Sayuri]

Sayuri likewise arrives, keeping an easy eye out on the sea and the fog, evidence of a wariness that's been slipped on like a comfortable robe. Bare feet pad across the deck beneath the same blue trousers, the same well-tended armor.

She makes an appropriate greeting...pauses, and then asks, "Might I ask you question, Isawa-gunso?"

[Isawa O-Washi]

Reminding himself, forcefully, that the recruits were his to protect and teach, not vent upon, O-washi found a small smile for Sayuri. "Of course, Hida-san."

[Hida Sayuri]

It's off topic, but since not everyone's here, it doesn't feel *too* much like taking up valuable time.

"The big bird, eagle I guess...they're saying it's yours? Wonderin' if it's usually, um, so friendly? We sorta met up on the crow's nest."

[Isawa O-Washi]

This was a distraction, sure enough, and the smile turned genuine. "Sensuifu? Yes, he's mine...well, more I'm his, or at least he thinks so."

Looking over the woman who could very nearly look him in the eye, O-washi found himself chuckling. "He probably thought you were me...we all look much the same to him."

[Hida Sayuri]

"Oh?... Oh! Then it's not... I'm nothin' special, like connected to the realm of animals or somethin'? It..um, he just don't know one person from another so well?" She seems rather relieved.

"Does he smear fishy spit all over yer hair too?" There's a small pause before she quickly amends, "not that he's not a really pretty beastie, but wow, does that smell. I was so glad trainin' took us swimmin' a bit to clear that out."

[Isawa O-Washi]

O-washi laughed, loosing some of his tension in the doing. "It's what keeps a bird's feathers from growing too wet to fly. He probably thought he was doing you a wonderful favor. He did used to try it before I gave up and cut my hair so short...now he mostly tries to do it to the legs of my pants or my hakama ties if they come untucked."

[Hida Sayuri]

Tucking strands liberated by the wind behind her ear, she grins ruefully. "Well I'm not cutting it, so I quess I'll just have to try being more careful around 'im. Thanks."

[Hida Musasha]

The other Hida lets the two talk, quietly watching the railing more than anything else.

[Isawa O-Washi]

"Distracting him with food helps. I carry strips of dried fishskin in a bit of parchment if I don't want him to fuss over me and can't waste the power to tell him so." The idle talk was helping, though he, too, was often as not looking around, the dark, stormy blue eyes missing little.

[Yasuki Himiko]

Himiko approached the deck calmly and quietly, looking perhaps the most watchful and attentive she's been the entire trip. Unlike most days, she is dressed in light armor, and is actually wearing the legion issue kimono under it instead of her favored chest wraps and hakama. She offers polite bows to everyone in attendance. "Good afternoon, Samurai-samas." Her voice is only just loud enough to be heard by everyone. Clearly she is prepared for anything.

[Hida Musasha]

Musasha nods his head, obviously distracted by the railings. The helmet tied to his tetsubo adds an element of intimidating that makes him look only friendly to another Crab today.

[Amaya]

Yank, tug, tie, hold down. Yank, tug, tie, hold down. Check the line. Hear the words hollering for relief, feel the presence of someone taking your job. Look around. You're on break. And kami be-damned, you're not hungry or tired. Life on a ship, you got used to these rhythms, but some days they didn't quite match up.

Glancing around, the peasant saw a gackle of people who had not long ago been dressed in the dark greys and blues of the Crab. Big, burly and weren't they supposed to fight monsters? That was some sort of training session? "Eh, fuck't," she muttered and walked in the direction of the group, saluting and standing just barely in hearing range... waiting to see if the big priest was going to shout at her to get to some other task or leave her there.

[Isawa O-Washi]

He wasn't. New heimen crew needed training too, after all. Instead, he inclined his head in as close to welcome as she'd be getting on such a day, then turned his attention to Himiko. "All patched up from yesterday, Yasuki-san? I need you in good enough shape for climbing."

[Amaya]

A salute and she stepped up amidst the others, watching quietly from just behind her betters. For the time being, she had no interest in speaking up unless spoken to. It was better that way when surrounded as she was.

[Yasuki Himiko]

Himiko nodded. "Good as new, Isawa-sama. Think even the little bruises have healed up now."

[Hida Sayuri]

Similar storm-blue eyes watched as well, scanning the deck, the sea the fog; though with no sense of nervousness. Worry and nerves just wore you out far too soon. Sayuri’d long since learned the trick of watching for real threats without being primed to jump at shadows. It might have been just enough sense of politeness that had her stop watching long enough to look at whomever she was talking to today. More likely she was making sure they were what they seemed if she was going to be close enough for a chat.

“I’ll try ta carry somewhat like that the next time I go climbin’ then. Thanks.” Her grin remained as easy as ever. Frankly, this appointment less like the exile she’d feared it to be every day.

[Isawa O-Washi]

With all of his pupils there, even including a bonus, O-washi decided to get on with it. "Alright, we're doing scouting today."
Surrounded as he was by rough-speaking Crab, the gunso's own language slipped a bit, blending more in with theirs. "Hope you lot climb a swell as you fight, 'cause I don't want to be trying to set bones and listen to your gripin' when the kami won't be of a help while we're in this shithole."

He looked at the peasant. "You're Amaya, right? Let's see you go up first. Once you're up, scoot out on the edge of the spar so this group of giants can fit."

[Amaya]

She nodded and moved like a little monkey, slipping from them towards the rigging of the middle mast. Twisting around and whipping up onto the lines, she moved with the sort of spry grace of a creature more accustomed to moving about places that were far more precarious than stable ground. She seemed utterly unconcerned about what she was standing on as she balanced easily, twisting near the top and using a deft little maneuver to slip out onto the mast, scaling further out and gauging how much space the others would need.

[urhttp://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3171952/]Yeah, she'd done this one before.[/url]