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A young man, albeit with quite feminine features, Kiro Yukimura foregoes the trappings of Western Europe and prefers the clothing of a Renaissance era swordsman from Japan.]

If perhaps the matter lacks clarity
Then let it be most assuredly known
I swear upon my life, my loyalty
Those who seek to harm my most gracious lord
Shall be met with the sharpness of my blade.
No other than Lord McCall commands me
My fealty and love are sworn to him.

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[Young 'Master' Kiro can be found in pretty much the same places that his alter ego Kira can; 'he' greatly enjoys strolling the deck, or engaging in keeping his weapon skills sharp in the enclosure. He partakes of food and drink in the dining hall as well as the pub when he's feeling raucous, and seeks serenity in the library or the greenhouse when in need of peace and quiet.]

(ooc: Prose or action spam is fine, I will adjust to your preference! Please note I'd still welcome an "Olivia" to chase after "Kiro".)

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[The feed is dark: shadows, leaves, silver glowing eyes.]

What earnest soldier here with iron heart-
I see a boy unspoiled by merriment
Boast no more your tedious dignity

[But suddenly private]

I see your jest and well it pleases me
That mortal tricks may mortal eyes decieve
If stripling youth your trickster heart betrays
Thou mayst yet dare to call the fairy King

[That shift to thou is no accident. Oberon is Interested. That's. Probably not a good thing.]

[Public and with seeming scorn:]

How now, false Faerie king, thou dost not know
True loyalty, if it did bite thy nose
I declare my fealty without fear;
Can thy vassals so declare the same?

[Privately:]

I thank thee Faerie King, for thy deceit;
My love for my lord must ever remain
The truest loyalty of a vassal
He would not have me as I truly am.

What sorrow, trickster child? He is but man.
And fair is Man but fades away
Sink not thy heart in mortal eyes
Thy pleasure drink, then lay the cup aside

No mortal he, but wolf within his heart
And when the moon is full, he runs with it.
I may yet have many loves. But for now
To be near him and serve must fulfill.

Edited 2015-01-09 17:37 (UTC)

A wolf befits your temperment: and so
He will be welcome in our woods. In trade,
I'll watch the sport you make of prideful men,
Who know you for no more than one of them.

Ho! Your goodly nature hearkens me near.
Let us go and celebrate our passage
Beer and wine so to sweeten our voyage
Youth and old age unite under banner.

[Falstaff says it's time to go drinking]

Edited 2015-01-09 18:11 (UTC)

Alas Falstaff, my nature denies me
The pleasures to be had in wine and beer
But thy merry company pleases me!
As it pleases thee, I shall yet attend?

It pleases me thus. I'll meet you henceforth
In the place where fresh-faced boys turn to men
And men to dogs. We'll have you barking soon!

Now is the time for swords and shields to sink
To turn to comforts n'ere lust nor love: drink.

[Indeed, "Kiro" will be awaiting him in the pub, sword set in the scabbard at his back and grinning impishly. At the sight of Mason. he throws his arms wide and attempts to embrace the fool for a hug.]

Dear Falstaff, it pleases me ever so
To find reason to share your company
Even though no comfort do I find from
Liquour's sweet release of inhibition
Hesitate not to find it for yourself.
I will tarry and help thee seek thy bed
When liquid happiness turns to slumber.

[In turn, 'Falstaff' throws his own arms out gleefully and scoops Kiro up in them, before setting him down lightly]

Truly, if you don't find comfort in it,
You've not drunk nearly enough. Go and fetch
A pitcher, and I will show you what for.

[Kiro lets out a little laugh that might be slightly too girlish, but possibly Falstaff is to drunk already to notice. Kiro will get this initial round, though.]

Alas dear friend, my kitsune nature
Renders grape and barley as naught to me
But I would have you show me a kindness
By partaking all that would be my share!

[Falstaff is way, way too drunk to notice. He grins, and drops into a table - literally drops into a table - before sliding over and into a proper seat]

I'll take your share and gladly drink your wine
In favor of your health, and nevermind
Your handicap, for let it now be said
Falstaff's face be purple, but sooner it were red.

[Whenever Kiro leaves, he seems to pop up again only minutes later. The young man looks less sure of his whereabouts the second time he enters a space, and everyone who speaks to him seems to already have spoken to him. He takes it in stride and cheerfully answers whatever question they seem to have. For everyone on Ye Olde Barge it seems that Kiro eats twice, drinks twice, and reads a great many books in that day.

Finally the young man settles down on the deck, looking slightly forlorn.]

In what surroundings have I found myself to-day?
Though not unkind the encounters were of a strange kind
On this day, another on this long journey of mine.

Yet when my body rests my mind lingers:
Always on my sweet sister whom I loved
so dear. She much resembled me in looks
though in temp'rament was more fiery than I.

[Scott smiles indulgently, flattered by the display of loyalty. It buoys him, and rather than think too long on that, he turns the thought to other matters, lets it drive his hope there.]

Having the faith of such loyal vassals
As you gives me hope; now, Yukimura,
I need your help on the matter I spoke
Of - a letter, fit to win the heart of
The most beautiful woman on whom I
Have ever laid eyes. Just her visage fills
Me with such words - yet when I move to put
Ink to paper, they vanish from my thoughts.
You must help me, Kiro; I will be lost
Without you.

[Her poor heart, twisted and crushed. And yet, she swallows it down, because she can't compromise her false identity, and cannot bear to see him unhappy.]

My dearest lord, I only but await
Thy whim. Seek not to trap thyself with words.
Consider first the colors, flavors, scents
That move thy heart and let them be thy guide.

[She cannot help giving pause for a moment, tentatively adding,]

And yet, sweet lord, though I pause to mention
Your letters I have carried faithfully.
But distance may make absent hearts seem fond
When in truth it causes hearts to forget.
Your missives have been granted no reply.
I would not have silence empty your heart.

[He has wondered before if maybe Kiro also loves Daneca, but he trusts their friendship: surely Kiro would have said something. So he doesn't know why his heart twists, only that Kiro is always here when he needs a guiding hand.

He nods vigorously, already thinking of the colors - her gloves spring to mind - the scents - her shampoo fills his nose - the flavors of longing that fill his mouth whenever he thinks of her--

But Kiro goes on, and though Scott is not one given to temper, he frowns.]

It is a long distance, sir, and I have
The use of a loyal courier and
Powerful ally's constant presence: she
Does not. The lady Daneca will not
Forget me in our time apart. Would
You have me mope and wail after a love
Out of reach forever? I must believe
That one sweet day, providence will bring us
Together again.

[But his frown deepens, and his head dips.]

And yet we each have
Our duties to our lands. She may
Return to fulfill duties here, but then
After - ah, after is a dangerous
Question. How would we tend a home between
Worlds, and still live in our own?

[Shamefaced, 'Kiro' lowers her eyes.]

I have no desire to see my lord's heart
So torn asunder. I can only hope
If my hand can bring him such happiness
Than I shall hold it out to the lady
Holding hope that truest love is maintained.

[It breaks her heart, but for him, she'll do it.]

Your hand could bring me no greater pleasure.

[He realizes the ways his words could be misunderstood and fumbles for clarity, cheeks reddening.]

That is to say, your faithful acts and, ah,
Eternal loyalty - oh, Kiro, you
Who knows me better than all others must
Understand my meaning.

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