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thusia2012-10-27 12:23 pm
growsintheshade) wrote in thusia2012-10-27 12:23 pm
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Who: Kengo and wandering people
When: Day 88, early evening
Where: Level 2, by the warehouse
What: Training
[Before he went to bed that night (when dreampost occurs), Kengo was busy practicing with his new powers.
After jogging around the perimeter of the Level 3 common area several times to warm up, he found an out-of-the-way area on the south end of the open square on Level 2, in front of the warehouse, and started up a series of drills, mostly trying out styles of attacks using liquified darkness--first just activating it, trying to form claws or blades with it and swiping (rather inexpertly). He's not very good at it, uneasiness and nerves about the new power causing him to be a bit unsteady with it. Every time the darkness in his skin creeps up his arm to the sleeve of his t-shirt he stops entirely and lets it dissipate before trying again.
Finally he gets frustrated and pulls on a pair of fingerless gloves, activating them into a pair of metal gauntlets, and starts doing much more familiar boxing drills of his own design.]
((ooc: slowpost!))
When: Day 88, early evening
Where: Level 2, by the warehouse
What: Training
[Before he went to bed that night (when dreampost occurs), Kengo was busy practicing with his new powers.
After jogging around the perimeter of the Level 3 common area several times to warm up, he found an out-of-the-way area on the south end of the open square on Level 2, in front of the warehouse, and started up a series of drills, mostly trying out styles of attacks using liquified darkness--first just activating it, trying to form claws or blades with it and swiping (rather inexpertly). He's not very good at it, uneasiness and nerves about the new power causing him to be a bit unsteady with it. Every time the darkness in his skin creeps up his arm to the sleeve of his t-shirt he stops entirely and lets it dissipate before trying again.
Finally he gets frustrated and pulls on a pair of fingerless gloves, activating them into a pair of metal gauntlets, and starts doing much more familiar boxing drills of his own design.]
((ooc: slowpost!))
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The hell are you waitin' for?
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Good. Then show me what you've got.
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