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Re: The Path of the Ancient [open]
« Reply #15 on: November 08, 2012, 01:21:44 am »
The woman's dainty hands cradled the delicate china cup as she thought of where to start. "Geisha are more than just entertainers. They are judged as moving works of artistry and grace. Even when not entertaining, you should always be feminine, well presented, flawless. Your every step becomes part of a dance. Your every word, a song you sing. Your gestures meant to entrance and delight." Her words were patient, softly spoken.

"My kimono, I have dozens, are only a part of the wardrobe I would teach you to adopt. You must remember. A true geisha does not barter in flesh. We are better than monkeys. Cover your feet. I will give you the proper footwear while you are inside the house. I will begin training you to wear the correct shoes.

This training will change the way you move, the way that you bow, sit, walk, talk, eat, drink or turn. You'll learn more of the arts, drawing, painting, singing, dancing. Fans for their beauty or their deadly use. It will be painful. It will be a long process. But it is worth it for the skills, in the end."
The ever youthful priestess looked at the younger girl, and tilted her head, as if waiting for more curiosity.
Name: Aska
Age: appears to be in her very early 20's
Gender: Female


"I wished on the seven sisters. Bring to me wisdom of age. All that's locked within the book of secrets. I longed for the knowledge of the sage...So the sisters smiled to themselves, and they whispered as they shown. And it was from that very instant, I knew I would never be alone."

"It's true. We're all a little insane. But it's so clear, now that I am unchained. Fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time...You poor, sweet, innocent thing, dry your eyes, and testify. You know you live to break me. Don't deny, sweet sacrifice."

"You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never, ever choose to be. Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you...Still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit, and you never thought to question why. It's not like you killed someone. Not like you drove a hateful spear into his side. Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed. He did it all for you."

"When you scream, it sounds like a lullaby. When you beg, I get all gooey inside. Tonight, I take your eyes, mind and tongue to spread the word and watch your kingdom come... Once upon a time, I ripped the wings from my spine. But when I hide inside your eyes, I still pretend that I can fly. Tell me every secret, so you can fall in love, then fall to pieces. I need new voices in my head..I need new lovers in my bed to feed my secret appetites. I need your scent all over me. I need to taste this tragedy. I need to know with certainty that the nectar was worth the squeeze. It's just the way that we're deceived. It's the blame that stains us. This, this sweetest disease is so contagious."