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Characters: INCITATIVE, eventually mostloyaldog
Location: Basketball court south west of the Casualty Communal
Rating: G
Time: December 10th, mid-morning
Description: Kiyomasa wandered away from the Casualty Communal and is completely inept at life.

Comments

[forbearanced]

[It had not taken him too long to find the other. While the Casualty Communal area was not part of the district he was in charge of, Koujurou had been in the city long enough to have explored it thoroughly. Besides, he had been looking for places to start his farm in back then...

As such, some twenty minutes later, Koujurou was walking towards the basketball court. He noticed Kiyoamasa waiting, and nodded as he approached.]

[incitative]

[At Kojuurou's approach, Kiyomasa lifts his head and at the man's nod, rises up to his feet. As Kojuurou gets closer, Kiyomasa speaks.]

Katakura-dono?

[forbearanced]

That is correct.

[Dips his head in greeting.]

It is an honor to make your acquaintance in person, Kato-dono.

[incitative]

[Kiyomasa too dips his head - offering up only the utmost respect to an ally at this time is vital if he intends to survive. It's just like back home.]

I could say the same of you. We do not share a Lord, yet you offer me such respect... [It would seem that Date Masamune's retainer was far more respectful than that little dragon tended to be.] I am grateful that you have gone out of your way to locate me.

[Afternoon?]

[incitative]

[After meeting with Kojuurou and getting another brief tour of Death City, Kiyomasa decided to gain his bearing. He traced the steps he took while with Date's retainer and found himself returning to that basketball court.

However, this time, the court was not quite as empty as he had left it. There was a man there, wearing a yellow hood and bouncing a ball, moving across the terrain quickly and throwing said ball up and into the hooped ring that was attached to a tall, metal pole. It seemed a futile act, as the ball would just fall through the bottom of the hoop - but the hooded man didn't seem to mind. He simply bounced the ball and ran to the other end of the court to do the same thing over again.

As Kiyomasa drew nearer, he could see a particular, unmistakeable emblem switched in to the man's hood. He froze a moment, a faint hope beginning to rise up in his chest - that was the crest of the Tokugawa clan. This man is an ally

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[He is an ally. That's good enough for Kiyomasa at this point - he takes another step forward. This individual isn't familiar, nothing about him is even remotely recognizable... But a man proud enough to bear the emblem of his lord is surely a man of Mikawa.]

My name is Kato Kiyomasa... I am in servitude to the house of Tokugawa.