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Jun 11 2017, 08:32 AM
Lately, I've been watching a number of martial arts movies. Among them are movies performed by a group that began to be identified with their first movie as "The Five Venoms". These are Chinese kung fu movies, pretty brutal-looking (or at least for the time) and rather entertaining.
The reason I bring this up is because during a conversation with Suishoku, Roshi Bento - who has created art and performed live - has had the idea of creating a 'Fighting Dramedy'. To explain, you already know the idea behind Japanese artistic drama. It can take many forms and executions, including mock-battles that are choreographed for entertainment purposes. This is a fighting drama-comedy, made to look serious and even act serious, but be wholey-recognized as a satire because of a ridiculous concept.
The general idea is that it's suppose to be some sort of conflict between people for whom the Art of War is the War of Art, where fighting grandiosely and impressively is far more important than doing physical harm to your opponent...and yet that person will reel from the blow as IF harmed. If anyone here has ever seen Yakitate Japan, where all the conflicts and battles revolve around the creation of bread, it's about as ridiculous as that.
I want to create a story of this. I want to have a story of creating the story - the act of gathering the performers, figuring out the script, practice/performance follies, impacts on personal lives, etc. - so that the actual performance becomes a big meaningful event in the characters' lives. Lemme know your thoughts, what characters you think might be up for this, and so on.
Jun 11 2017, 08:10 AM
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Thus, they were gathered,
For the act of artist's wrath,
Fear the Master Stroke.
Mar 4 2017, 08:12 PM
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So, it is known that the school dorms were comprised of three buildings that were connected by walkways. The walkways were locked at night, and two teachers lived at the tops and bottoms of the non-commons area to keep an eye on things. You wouldn't be able to have any secret access - normally - without anybody noticing.
However, even a guy who did not live
in the dorms could gain access if he was really clever and driven. Besides, he had thought of something that maybe others wouldn't. Maybe a couple
of things. Maybe ALL
the things! Well...maybe not that much
. Still, he had already managed to climb the middle building with his rope-and-grappling-hook routine.
He was in gray. He was a gray ninja that'd painted his ninja suit gray in order to mix in with the overcast day. It was actually night, and overcast, and he was the right shade of gray to work well with storm clouds and building walls. So was his package, the carefully-wrapped and waterproofed - with plastic - oblong package that'd been carefully measure to be able to fit what he was about to do in order to be able to do it.
What was his plan? Simple. It was all due to a small adventure in Chugoku. He had learned the art of fussing about in ventilator ducts. Yes, that's right. This ninja was none other...than Roshi Bento, artist-at-large. So, on top of the clever actions he was taking tonight, the fact that it was HIM...would at least forgive him as a harmless artist and not a deadly foe.
Why was he doing this? Why was he going to these lengths? Because...he wanted to deliver Suishoku's portrait himself. He'd made it a nice - if flattering - normal portrait of her, and now...he was getting into this building himself to deliver it. Azai-san had advised against this, but he wanted it to be a surprise, you see. He'd just take it to the front of her dorm's door...
Oct 30 2016, 10:20 AM
Within Edo Bugei's Library, tucked away from the entrance and general prying eyes, was a table. It was a table which you only generally found by navigating the numerous bookshelves...which someone had managed to push around a bit in order to seclude it even more. This was what was known as a quiet reading zone, out of the way and generally there for people to come in and do their studies in peace.
It was occupied.
This, we say with the understanding that much of the table has stuff on it. A multitude of books, a bunch of papers with diagrams and figures on them or just regular notes, a box of pencils, and...Roshi Bento. You might have to ask what the hell he's doing with all this stuff, but before you do, consider for a moment... Roshi was an artist and at least part-time performer. Alot of these books appeared to be on that, as well as history and even a few technical manuals or books on building materials and such-like.
This is the creative process.
This is how it's all done, how he comes up with most of his ideas. He doesn't pluck them all, whole and random, from the aether. Art doesn't necessarily work that way. Sometimes, maybe, but the truth is that you have to scour as many sources as you can for inspiration, sometimes. Thus, the table was largely taken up by Roshi Bento at work.
Sep 27 2016, 03:39 AM
As you know, this festival's parade was to see a series of floats, many of whom would be adorned with clan symbols and other such important family crests and such. Further, there were more than likely to be a few independent creative entries as well. Perhaps you are in here somewhere? Or maybe you're just an onlooker in the audience, like so many others in the crowd.
Either way, at some point, you probably noticed maybe more than one of the traditional serpentine dragons, generally made of cloth and paper, moved around by people inside of them. However, somewhere along the lines, there was one that was a bit...different.
For one, it was being led - it seemed - by a young man outside of the dragon. He was in relatively normal clothes, but also clad in a monkish maroon-colored robe and carrying a staff. He appeared to be moving about the dragon, which moved this way and that, but then suddenly he'd tap the end of it, and then the tail would open up - unfold - to reveal a head, and the one at the head would fold inward to become a tail!
This was essentially an origami trick on a larger scale. The heads of the dragon could be pulled in and the 'tail' would close up around it, allowing the other head to pop out and the whole thing would change direction on him. This seemed to occur whenever he tapped an end with his staff. Even better, he'd tap the middle and it would suddenly split up into two smaller dragons that'd chase him around the place before reassembling!
Parade floats or not, the Dual Dragons of Roshi were clever stuff.