Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
At first, Tatsu tried to ignore the man that approached him. He was a guard, and Xianliang was now a lord. Lords did not talk to guards, and guards did not talk to lords. Even so, he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of elation at how the Sword Saint decided to notice him. That lasted as long as it took for them to speak. Tatsu's face went from that of a stony cliff face to a thundercloud as he spoke. How dare this man suggest such a thing. He may be a lord now, and he may have appropriated such an illustrious title as Sword Saint, but he saw now what this man truly was. A pirate, brigand, bandit, outlaw. He may speak such fanciful words and make grand assumptions about Tatsu, but he was wrong.
"You dare suggest such a thing," Tatsu hissed through clenched teeth, doing his best to keep from shouting the man down. "I will ignore this one transgression against my Lady's honor and my own. I suggest you learn to keep your mouth shut, and to not meddle where you are not wanted." And with that, he resumed being the resolute statue until the night drew to a close and they were ushered out to their quarters. It was by no means a luxurious sleeping arrangement, his mat and blankets were almost to small for him. But compared to some of the conditions he had to sleep in while on the march, this was fit for a king.
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The morning saw him rise wearily but quickly for the summons where he stood patiently for the great Dao to blather on about titles and duties. He was surprised to hear his name called and be given the title of Captain of the Left as well as being given the joint responsibility of training recruits with Asahi Enlai. Last night's events were still fresh in Tatsu's mind and he chafed at the prospect of having to work alongside them. But if things were to go well, he wouldn't have to see hide nor hair of the man. And so he bowed his acknowledgement respectfully and began to organize a training detail. It would have to be drastically different to what he and the Mob are accustomed to, and he would have to see what he's working with first, but he was certain he could whip up the farmers into a decent enough fighting force. And once they were dismissed, he made his way to the Weilang Garrison Headquarters to no doubt be thoroughly disappointed.
"You dare suggest such a thing," Tatsu hissed through clenched teeth, doing his best to keep from shouting the man down. "I will ignore this one transgression against my Lady's honor and my own. I suggest you learn to keep your mouth shut, and to not meddle where you are not wanted." And with that, he resumed being the resolute statue until the night drew to a close and they were ushered out to their quarters. It was by no means a luxurious sleeping arrangement, his mat and blankets were almost to small for him. But compared to some of the conditions he had to sleep in while on the march, this was fit for a king.
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The morning saw him rise wearily but quickly for the summons where he stood patiently for the great Dao to blather on about titles and duties. He was surprised to hear his name called and be given the title of Captain of the Left as well as being given the joint responsibility of training recruits with Asahi Enlai. Last night's events were still fresh in Tatsu's mind and he chafed at the prospect of having to work alongside them. But if things were to go well, he wouldn't have to see hide nor hair of the man. And so he bowed his acknowledgement respectfully and began to organize a training detail. It would have to be drastically different to what he and the Mob are accustomed to, and he would have to see what he's working with first, but he was certain he could whip up the farmers into a decent enough fighting force. And once they were dismissed, he made his way to the Weilang Garrison Headquarters to no doubt be thoroughly disappointed.