Hardball, ok. The guy was supposed to be blind right? Bah, time to play duck and cover. "Well, legend has it that the "Sands of Time" flow freely here and I was hoping to procure for myself enough of the stuff to keep back the signs of aging. A man like myself has much to look forward too in life and I'd hate to be crippled by the likes of bad bones and an even worse hairline." He shook his head to do away with the sheer thought of it all. All in good faith though they were, this was still a well scripted rehersal of sorts for the much grander masterpiece of the evening. It would be the talk of the town, if Enzan exactly made it to town with his act. They said that the best would only accept the best and he was going for all the rewards and flashing lights tonight. "I tell you honestly though, in all truth mind you, I do indeed envy those that don't have to hide who they are. It's a much less dangerous game to simply be honest in all things . . . or so I've heard. Though it has been observed that the truth is what we make of it." he coursed. Pausing for just the briefest of moments, he let down the protective veil of lies as the curtain was barely in the air before he forced them closed again. He smirked in that moment too, as he genuinely enjoyed the dancing of minds that often accompanied his rather dangerous job.
Business! That was important, and as the ever watchful eye . . . pun . . . in the splintered cell, Enzan had to clarify a few things. "I don't know if it's considered bad manners where you come from Sir Onryu, but I just have to know, would you happen to hail from the bloodline of the Batmen? I only ask because of your particular predicament to which I rudely missed before. The Batmen as I recall though, are born blind but see in much the same way that bats do. Echolocation was it? Yes, that's it." he snapped his fingers as he nodded quite vigorously to himself; tale weaving after all, wasn't easy on the fly. "Yes, via walking stick, or dog . . . or bat, they move about the world appearing to be blind but seeing via the use of their ears. I hear that due to such an affinity with hearing sounds that they can produce the most awe inspiring songs. Oh I once had the particular privilege of hearing one such lass sing her song and let me tell you, the girl could have calmed a sea storm with her heavenly calling. Again though, not to put you on the spot but if you hail from such a clan then I'd surely love to hear your take on the ballads of old . . . if you're up to it. Oh!"
On and on he rambled, so into his story was he that he misjudged a shifting from foot to foot to avoid another guest walking by that he kicked somebodies walking stick. Or was it simply just leaning against the wall the whole time? He hardly could remember but he offered it to Kagemaru anyway. "I don't know if this was yours or not but uh . . . hrm. Riddle me this, if a guy hails from the clan of Batmen, does that make him a Batman or simply a Batperson? Though by that logic, one has to wonder if the Alchemic element of Iron being "Fe" entitles a female to calling herself an "Ironwoman" or just a dude with a womb used to carry babies versus a pouch that . . . carries babies?" At this, Enzan did a funny jig as he totally emptied his mind of such foolish talk. "Forgive me, I'm such the thinker that sometimes you'd swear that I kept myself company even when alone. Not to say that it isn't enjoyable at times but . . . some matters are more pressing, like this tourney that they're proposing. Any proper fighter's war chants catch your ear?" By this point, Enzan was back to reality and no longer in the business of setting up Kagemaru with a more proper alibi or anything of that kind of persuasion. Straight faced, straight laced, and looking wildly in yet still out of place, he sipped on the life giving water, chatted with a blind guy that he'd just met and looked around for decent future squabbles to be had.
Business! That was important, and as the ever watchful eye . . . pun . . . in the splintered cell, Enzan had to clarify a few things. "I don't know if it's considered bad manners where you come from Sir Onryu, but I just have to know, would you happen to hail from the bloodline of the Batmen? I only ask because of your particular predicament to which I rudely missed before. The Batmen as I recall though, are born blind but see in much the same way that bats do. Echolocation was it? Yes, that's it." he snapped his fingers as he nodded quite vigorously to himself; tale weaving after all, wasn't easy on the fly. "Yes, via walking stick, or dog . . . or bat, they move about the world appearing to be blind but seeing via the use of their ears. I hear that due to such an affinity with hearing sounds that they can produce the most awe inspiring songs. Oh I once had the particular privilege of hearing one such lass sing her song and let me tell you, the girl could have calmed a sea storm with her heavenly calling. Again though, not to put you on the spot but if you hail from such a clan then I'd surely love to hear your take on the ballads of old . . . if you're up to it. Oh!"
On and on he rambled, so into his story was he that he misjudged a shifting from foot to foot to avoid another guest walking by that he kicked somebodies walking stick. Or was it simply just leaning against the wall the whole time? He hardly could remember but he offered it to Kagemaru anyway. "I don't know if this was yours or not but uh . . . hrm. Riddle me this, if a guy hails from the clan of Batmen, does that make him a Batman or simply a Batperson? Though by that logic, one has to wonder if the Alchemic element of Iron being "Fe" entitles a female to calling herself an "Ironwoman" or just a dude with a womb used to carry babies versus a pouch that . . . carries babies?" At this, Enzan did a funny jig as he totally emptied his mind of such foolish talk. "Forgive me, I'm such the thinker that sometimes you'd swear that I kept myself company even when alone. Not to say that it isn't enjoyable at times but . . . some matters are more pressing, like this tourney that they're proposing. Any proper fighter's war chants catch your ear?" By this point, Enzan was back to reality and no longer in the business of setting up Kagemaru with a more proper alibi or anything of that kind of persuasion. Straight faced, straight laced, and looking wildly in yet still out of place, he sipped on the life giving water, chatted with a blind guy that he'd just met and looked around for decent future squabbles to be had.
