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(This is a journal for a character in a tabletop RPG. None of the people mentioned in it are real.)

Ohtori Saki (or Saki Ohtori to non-Japanese), is a Japanese expatriate currently living in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, Ikki, and brother-in-law, Shun. She teaches staff fighting and acts as office manager at the Ohtori Dojo, a martial arts school co-owned by herself, her husband and her brother-in-law.

For the curious, the IC form of this journal is a small cloth-bound book that Saki carries around with her.
Current Month
Jul. 7th, 2005 @ 09:17 pm Dinner at the Ohtoris'
I am feeling: chipperchipper
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Saki opens the rice cooker, neatly side-stepping a billow of steam. She stirs up the rice with a wooden paddle, then shuts the lid again to keep it warm.

She checks the contents of the pot on the stove. **Almost done. Good.**

A brown-and-white cat pads into the kitchen, pausing to test the air. He looks up at Saki, meowing.

Saki shakes her head. "No curry for you, Mu-chan," she says in Japanese. "You have cat food. Go and ask To-chan to feed you; Ka-chan is busy right now." She gives the cat a little push with one foot to reinforce her point; Musashi looks up at her with a wounded air and goes off to lie in a patch of sunlight, starting to wash himself with feline indifference.
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Apr. 10th, 2005 @ 10:26 pm Japan, the Court of the Three Treasures
I am feeling: sadsad
We said goodbye to Tokiko and Kentaro yesterday. I don't know how we'll ever be able to get along without them. It's like being without legs, or eyes, or a heart - there's an ache inside me every time I think about them.

I miss them so much. Tokiko, wise daughter of the dragons, speaker to the creatures of the Mirror Lands, I will miss your wisdom. Kentaro, samurai of the Hakken, son of Wolf, I will miss your courage and your leadership. The sentai will never be the same without either of you.

Shun-ototo and I cried together. Ikki didn't say anything, but last night I heard him in the dojo, practicing kata and hitting things until there was nothing left to break. Then I came over to him and we held each other until we fell asleep.

We were five, and now are three - will we ever be whole again?
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