Busy, busy, busy. Fu Yunling hasn’t had a moment of peace to herself in days, so wrapped up in the running of her little shop that she hasn’t had even the slightest moment to herself. It’s frustrating and gratifying all at once, a mix-matched hodgepodge of agony and delight that waxes and wanes with each customer that crosses her threshold. But she smiles, joy and exhaustion bearing equal weight to the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, because weeks like this are why she loves her tea house. But she doesn't have time to wax poetic on the trials and tribulations of her chosen occupation, not with six more people trying to cram themselves into the wooden walls of her little shop.
Its hours later and the people have finally begun to dwindle more than they linger, and she buses the tables with brisk efficiency until there are only a few souls remaining. They're all sitting at the same table, clustered together with their eyes darting around the room. She smiles at the men and refills their cups with a delicate flick of her wrist before bowing and scurrying off to begin the frankly distressing task of washing piles upon piles of tea cups. The sun has just begun to set, bathing everything in shades of copper as Yunling tosses another log into her stove to light the kitchen that much brighter. Engrossed in her ritual Yunling does not notice when the men begin to move.
She relays this part of her evening in a state of shock, too stunned to cry and too alarmed to get angry about it. She doesn’t remember the words verbatim, but she is clear enough to tell the Fu clan elders what had happened.
Hand in her hair, she smelled like something he wants to devour piece by piece. She belongs to the Brotherhood of Ash now, theirs to do with as they please and it pleases him in this moment to hold her against her kitchen wall as she stiffens her spine and remembers what it means to be a Lady of Zou. He will not ruin her, this man who is less of a man and more of a garden slug she would like nothing more than to salt to death, because she is worth more to him in this moment as his golden goose. Yunling gripped her glaive with a fury that burned up from the depths of her heart, and her voice rung out across the great hall as she recounted the percentages and interest of his demands. The man known as Jang Li wants to run a protection racket on the Fu clan. If they do not pay, he will take the worth out of all that Yunling holds dearest to her heart. She bowed, and her hair fell over the back of her still red from scouring neck, and awaited her elder’s decision.
Jang Li will die.
The Fu will accept no less.
They put forth a bounty on his head, the head of those associated with the threats against Fu. It was the militia that pointed out they could not act directly against Jang Li, for to crack down on him would lead to blood in the streets that breaks the principles of guarding Zou. Thus it fell to Yunling, pretty little Yunling with her head for war and her heart for dreaming, to point out the merits of foreign mercenaries.
The bounty went up. And the Fu smiled.
583/2000
Its hours later and the people have finally begun to dwindle more than they linger, and she buses the tables with brisk efficiency until there are only a few souls remaining. They're all sitting at the same table, clustered together with their eyes darting around the room. She smiles at the men and refills their cups with a delicate flick of her wrist before bowing and scurrying off to begin the frankly distressing task of washing piles upon piles of tea cups. The sun has just begun to set, bathing everything in shades of copper as Yunling tosses another log into her stove to light the kitchen that much brighter. Engrossed in her ritual Yunling does not notice when the men begin to move.
She relays this part of her evening in a state of shock, too stunned to cry and too alarmed to get angry about it. She doesn’t remember the words verbatim, but she is clear enough to tell the Fu clan elders what had happened.
Hand in her hair, she smelled like something he wants to devour piece by piece. She belongs to the Brotherhood of Ash now, theirs to do with as they please and it pleases him in this moment to hold her against her kitchen wall as she stiffens her spine and remembers what it means to be a Lady of Zou. He will not ruin her, this man who is less of a man and more of a garden slug she would like nothing more than to salt to death, because she is worth more to him in this moment as his golden goose. Yunling gripped her glaive with a fury that burned up from the depths of her heart, and her voice rung out across the great hall as she recounted the percentages and interest of his demands. The man known as Jang Li wants to run a protection racket on the Fu clan. If they do not pay, he will take the worth out of all that Yunling holds dearest to her heart. She bowed, and her hair fell over the back of her still red from scouring neck, and awaited her elder’s decision.
Jang Li will die.
The Fu will accept no less.
They put forth a bounty on his head, the head of those associated with the threats against Fu. It was the militia that pointed out they could not act directly against Jang Li, for to crack down on him would lead to blood in the streets that breaks the principles of guarding Zou. Thus it fell to Yunling, pretty little Yunling with her head for war and her heart for dreaming, to point out the merits of foreign mercenaries.
The bounty went up. And the Fu smiled.
583/2000
- Spoiler:
- Enemy Name: Jang Li
Rank: C
Needed damage to take down: C
Abilities: This scum of the earth is the one threatening Fu Yunling's only pride and joy. He wields a single knife that deals D-rank damage and more greed than sense. The rolls of fat around his belly have kept him from any sort of long activity, and he moves at a speed of five meters per second due to his large girth.
Enemy Name: Mister So
Rank: A
Needed damage to take down: A
Abilities: Mister So is a high speed combatant, specializing in utilizing his knife to deal B-rank damage at speeds of up to thirty meters per second.
Enemy Name: Mister Ban
Rank: A
Needed damage to take down: A
Abilities: Mister Ban is a slow sort, preferring to rely on the weight of his muscles to do the talking for him. He utilizes a war-axe to deal A-rank damage at speeds of up to eighteen meters per second.
Enemy Name: Mister Shi
Rank: A
Needed damage to take down: A
Abilities: Mister Shi is a dangerous man who wields a well maintained katana that deals B-rank damage. He is a skilled swordsman, able to move at speeds of up to 25 meters per second. Mister Shi has spent so much time on his sword work that he has lost all the hair from his head, and has been known to paralyze his opponents with the glare from his bald crown.
Enemy Name: Idiot Brother x2
Rank: D
Needed damage to take down: D
Abilities: These two brothers are Jang Li's most odious of minions, as unwashed and foul as they are inept. They both specialize in using rusted katanas that have seen better days, and hit at D-tier damage and move at laughable speeds of eight meters per second.
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