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| [OPEN] The Modern Insurrection | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 12 2016, 06:50 PM (97 Views) | |
| Gad | Oct 12 2016, 06:50 PM Post #1 |
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Aang woke quickly from his day dream comatose, “You need to listen, little Lord.” Master Kimara chuckled, snapping his fingers in Aang’s displeased face. The birds were chirping cheerfully in sight of the beautiful day, and the clam pond waters swayed gently in the light breeze. Under the decorative gazeebo the two sat, at the center of Shintaki Palace’s large gardens. Monks could be heard in the distance, lightly chanting. “I know my lecture may seem boring to you, but you will value it later in life.” “I hear that a lot these days.” Aang mocked. “I’m here learning of this...” he adjusted himself, uncomfortable from sitting with crossed legs for so long. “Ethereal Balance.” Kimara corrected. “...While father is doing the real work. He’s running a country, by action, not mysticism.” he flew a local dragonfly out of the way, as it neared his face. How much he preferred being in inside, reading on the histories of Battousai and learning from transliterated books from the outside world. Kimara remained patient. “And you believe my teachings are of mystic origin?” “Well this talk about energy, balance, it sounds like religious non sense.” “Religious maybe, nonsense, no.” Kimara poured more tea for both of them. “You are young-” “I’m 17.” Kimara continued. “You are young. Eager and ready to take on the task that everyone who surrounds you have destined for you. But Student, know that there is no hurry and that these teachings are the very foundations of a level headed and proper leader. I teach you the reality of the world. I teach you of suffering and the it’s root. I do not expect you to follow the prescribed precepts, but I do advise for a future Shogun like yourself to use this truth as a guideline. Suffering always begets more suffering little Lord, and the root of suffering is desire. It is natural, but you must not cling yourself to desire. Your desire to rule may bring emotional suffering to yourself and others due to your young and inexperienced arrogance. But I do admire young minds, they are incorruptible, if only because they are stubborn.” “Then maybe I’m better suited. I may be arrogant but at least I won’t corrupt our nation.” “You disagree with you father? The way he rules?” “Absolutely.” Kimara leaned back, caressing his long hanging beard while sipping on his tea. His head kicked back at it’s awful taste. “Why is that? Young master.” “He is upsetting the balance.” Aang paused. “Admittedly it’s something you teach.” “Go on.” “He’s inviting outsiders, foreigners of these so-called nation-states. This is upsetting many of the lords, I feel they and the Buke[1], will turn against the Shogunate, despite my father’s good-hearted attempts.” “And is that your fathers fault?” Kimara asked. “Yes, he’s upsetting the natural order.” “Perhaps, but what do these Daimyo’s[2] want above all? Power. The Daimyo’s of Battousai have been trying to demote the Zhao Clan for decades now ever since your father came into power. They are not keen of him being a Dakuerufu[3]. The Haierufu[4] have oppressed and ruled over themselves and the Dakuerufu for centuries. Your father Hirai coming into power means the breaking of the mold and cultural insecurity ever since the Haierufu subjugated our people.” “Thanks for the exposition.” Aang mocked. Kimara chuckled. “It’s only that you’re made aware what your father is doing. He is asserting a real balance, an even one between the Dakuerufu and Haierufu. The established balance we have now is false and oppressive.” “What do you think about the rumors?” “What rumors?” Kimara at the moment had no clue what Aang was referencing. “That we’re on the verge of another war, a war of Dakuerufu vs Haierufu.” “Ah I see.” Kimara paused for a moment, taking some time to drop some sugar in his tea. “Suffering only begets more suffering, and the root of suffering is desire. But this is not the idealistic world we live in. War will happen, and men will do the best they can to divert it again, only feeding the flames of desire more and more. Sometimes however, we must fight by the only means available to us.” “I thought Zenshi Monks were pacifist?” “No, little lord, that is public superstition to make us look crazy and idealistic. We were all Buke at one point and the Buke are Zenshi themselves, though they don’t always use Zen it’s good or proper form. Any ideology can be turned for self-desire and evil. I detest violence and killing, it reflects poorly on Keihi[5]. Fighting, though regrettable, is necessary and the art of practicing for war, is the very foundations of our society.” In the central throne room of Palace Shintaki, Hirai Zhao sat stubbornly on the artistically crafted Takhe Throne. Carved finely and made of various woods, including the native bamboo. He watched, as the various foreign delegations made their way down the long hall. They were invited, chiefly for establishing relations and forming the brand new Embassy Street in the capital, Ikatyo. Hirai stood up, to meet the foreigners halfway as his nearby aides whispered names and status into his ear. “I welcome you all.” Hirai said with a courteous bow, hoping the translator carried the words over right. “I’m Shogun Hirai of the Zhao Clan.” Aang had entered the room followed by Master Kimara, both who immediately bowed upon seeing all the distinguished world representatives and leaders. “Ah, this is my son, Aang and Daibushi Master Kimara. They will be joining us for our meal this afternoon.” With the snap of Hirai’s fingers, several servant’s had rushed in and began to guide everyone into the Garden’s, where a large table was established for a convenient dinner, under the moderate and cool breeze of the day. Several performances would be lined up, though discreet this event was indeed monumental. It was the first time ever Battousai would be reaching out to the greater world and establishing mere embassies. It was perhaps a power move, secretly recognized by Hirai, but above all he saw it as the general betterment of all of Battousai. The Daimyo’s would dislike these talks, seeing it as undermining their feudal autonomy, but Hirai couldn’t care less about the threats of the Haierufu. “You can all sit.” Hirai invited, with no chairs there were small pillows set up around he low lying table. The Battousainese led by sitting on them, with their legs crossed. At the table was a light soup, to serve as the first course, though the Sake was always available and Hirai cheerfully passed the bottle around. Though thrown off by these different foreigners and their appearances, it was a Battousainese creed to respect guest in a show of excess. “As you all can imagine, this is first time we have seen anyone outside of Battousai, we don’t even see traders as much.” Hirai said, trying to get a round conversation going. “I’m glad many of your are interested in establishing relations. It’s a huge step to partake in building some of our first embassies. But another matter is modernization, As you may see, our country is rather old fashioned in comparison to the rest of the developed world[6]. I’m surprised our telegram even reached some nations.” “I have a proposal, perhaps for… modernization efforts? I would like to hear everyone hand in this?” Aang sat beside his father, looking out upon the table of bewildered foreigners, awaiting an answer. OOC: you can RP your arrival and other sites, very similar to classical japan but with a more updated aesthetic without the influence of the meiji restoration or western imperialistic development. But I’m putting us right in it initially to skip all the boring arrival stuff, plus this ain’t the point of the RP. I encourage everyone to put some decent detail in  Several things to note: - no cell towers or modern lines, therefore communication won’t be as fast if you need to talk to your home government - very rural country, quiet, not very industrialized but prosperous. Most advanced things Battousai have is some pre-ww2 ground tech with unconventional pre-ww1 tactics in mind. - the concept of nation or state doesn’t really exist, there is only the Daimyo’s and what the rule over, the Shogun backed by the Buke. So when Battousai is referenced it doesn’t necessarily mean country in the way of a state. [1] Basically Samurai. Buke are the ruling warrior caste of Battousainese society [2] the head of a noble clan [3] an elven races of Battousai considered low class or inferior [4] upper class of elven’s that have rules Battousai the majority of it’s history [5] the natural order of positive and negative actions that reflect on the physical world and internal psyche, comparable to karma [6] Battousai has about preww2 tech |
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| Gad | Oct 23 2016, 03:28 AM Post #2 |
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this is retconned |
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