'Nnnn,' Hideo sounds his approval. Hideo takes down the directions to the uni.

'I'll get some sleep and meet you all there. Bye,' he says, finding the little word a trifle silly.

[OOC - Hideo will head to a hotel and sleep until lunch, after which he'll shower and head to the university]

'Ah, Tirishimi-san'. Hideo wonders if he sounds impolite - his voice hangs with the weariness of his journey. 'It is . . . ahh, this is Hideo. Hideo Nishi. You asked me to call you when I arrived. How are you?' [ OOC - Hideo will make polite conversation, but will not want to waste much time. He is ...

Early morning light shines through the glass walls of the Loredenshaw International. Families, corporate jet-setters, models, and yawning students wait in clumps for their luggage to trundle by. In a booth nearby, Hideo Nishi feeds American quarters into a coin slot. He sticks a card into a groove n...

The pendant danced a little in the bright glow of flourescent lights in the airport interior. Hideo held it up to get a better look and, feeling a little obvious, he cupped it in his hands instead. He had no concrete idea who this Chinese man really was, though he could not help but think it was som...

Hideo returned the bow. In an effort to not be impolite, he kept his eyes firmly on the Chinese man. This wasn't quite what Hideo was expecting. A certain level of relief loosened his posture.

'I'm Nishi. Greetings Xiong-san. How may I be of help?'

'Oh? Hmmm.' Hideo nodded politely, pretending to pass the comment off as small-talk. He didn't want to look around and appear nervous, though he was. His work would sometimes involve a small level of risk, and he wasn't a stranger to being followed - either by rivals or people who didn't like where ...

'Please accept my humblest apologies, Mr President'. Hideo Nishi pushed the portfolio across the table to just within the reach of the President of Neko's personal assistant. The folder was packed full to the brim with photos of the island, and neatly tied with string. There were a few photos missin...

Since returning to Tokyo, Hideo had barely slept a few hours each night. The phone had been ringing off the hook constantly – the President of Neko had been trying to arrange a meeting to discuss some of the photos and what had happened; the publishers weren’t sure if they wanted to print photos of ...

Dread Poet Jethro wrote: Had not intended
To offend haiku purists
With my simple verse

Ah, no need to be bothered by my artistic traditionalism.

Intermingled with the revulsion at the unearthly odour of his surroundings, and the fear of confronting a dangerous killer, Hideo felt as if washed in warm relief. Though his bladder felt as frozen as ice from the anticipation of harm, he knew that he beheld a dead man, and his trepidation quickly l...

We feared the sunrise Had touched Loremaster's PC And turned it to dust Happily, it will Remain undead among its Silicon Kindred Sumimasen, Boku wa zen zen wakarimasen deshite ne. Hideo-san, please Excuse my language failings What did you say there? Oh, my apologies - in igirisu: Excuse me, I under...

Thank you for creating the Japan thread for me.

Vikings vs. Redcoats!

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Autumn Fisting

Anyone for Cthulhu?

Umishima lies just at the edge of sight from the coast of Northern Hokkaido. Patches of life grip tenuously between the rocks, mere weeds clasping at the stones which confine, and twisting restlessly from the cold tempests which assail them. Barren, slate-black, and howling against northern winds, ...

Dread Poet Jethro wrote:We feared the sunrise
Had touched Loremaster's PC
And turned it to dust

Happily, it will
Remain undead among its
Silicon Kindred

Sumimasen, Boku wa zen zen wakarimasen deshite ne.

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