Legend of the Infinite Realities

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[ A man of perhaps 35 or 40 years of age comes to on the bank of the duck pond. The morning is awake with the dulcet tones of the cranes, the sweet flutterings of the hummingbirds - ambience the man can only hear because of his sensibility of nature's blessings. He gets to his feet, appeased by the beauty around him, but unsure of where in the vast Empire of Rokugan he comes from the winds of fate have seen fit to deposit him.

He bears vaguely Asian features, and sports a samurai haircut, with his daisho - the two swords emblematic of the samurai class - at his waist. The most notable thing about him, however, is his state of dress. He is adorned with a lavish kimono woven of the finest fabrics to be found anywhere. His kataginu, the jacket worn over his robes, is of a handsome silk dyed in a deep emerald green. On his sleeves and back is a circular symbol: a blooming chrysanthemum flower. Anyone familiar with Rokugani customs will recognize this as the symbol of the Imperial Families, marking the stranger as a samurai of the highest prestige; not some wandering ronin seeking cheap coin. ]

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[seppun-tashime.livejournal.com]

[ He strokes his chin thoughtfully, a quirk he finds himself performing when he is unsure of how to reply but does not want to appear dumbfounded. ]

I hail from the great Empire of Rokugan. But yes, I have never been here before. Nor do I know of this "Japan." It is certainly not a territory I am familiar with.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Oh, great. More alternate worlds.

Well, welcome to Paradisa. There's a room in the castle with your name on it, kitchen's in the first floor, you can wish for whatever you want and get it unless what you want is weapons and the castle's alive and proves it's a bastard every other week. Oh and there's a pink pony that won't stop yelling. I suggest you stay away from her unless you want to end up deaf.