Post by ✠Asmoskon Masurao✠ on Aug 14, 2022 21:24:15 GMT -5
6 A.M.
Stirring in the small bed pushed up against the left wall, the red colored blanket that he’d gone to sleep over him was now mostly off the side of the bed with only a small portion of its body keeping it from the floor while covering his left foot. Asmoskon lay on his back, his body drenched in sweat as his form thrashed against nothing, moving one moment as if the very air itself was a prison. The interior of his mind sending his physical body on a collision course to a camisole location that he despised.
Running, noise, blood everything was blurred and yet Asmoskon despite everything had to keep going, he felt them. He felt the arms of everyone behind him pushing him forward to finish what he started. It didn’t matter what he experienced, it wouldn't stop him. He was born for this and he’d complete his purpose. He’d gone through all this before and he’d survive once again. All these thoughts pass through the one eyed young man while he hops over a large root up off the ground. This jungle was a pain, offering those he stood against far too much advantage.
Moving through the jungle wasn’t something that he ever liked, but the first was something different; it was something pleasant even if it had some of the same issues. Then with another step he was no longer there, he didn’t heat the moister or the humidity of the jungle. The sounds of fun shots were gone, the sensation was different. It was hot now, blazing, dry. Turning he saw the desert, its barrenness stretching out beyond his vision. Pausing for a moment he looked out for the one he was running from when suddenly everything changed once again.
A flash of purple hair, soft lips, scars that were believed to be hidden, rough but cute feet and then nothing.
“Nooooo!”
Screaming Asmoskon essentially flinging his body upright as his weight unevenly now sends him over the edge onto the floor of the apartment. Slamming his left arm onto the floor Asmoskon lays for a moment not in pain but in realization. He was still here, still after everything. Emotion swirled throughout his chest as he felt his body heaving in response to everything it’d been doing while he slept. This wasn’t something he could allow to happen anymore, pushing down the emotion as best he could, he wouldn’t shove it away for later. He could kill anyone and anything including these things he felt now. He’d survived it all before . . . . he’d do it again now. . .
6:15 A.M.
Getting up from the floor took a bit of effort, one of those moments that were filled with the singular question of why. This was one of those mornings for Asmoskon, something that usually didn’t go well so despite having some minor plans for what he was going to do today things would have to change. Calming down both his body and reiatsu had taken a couple minutes, but now he felt back down to his normal sensations. So it was time to start the work that he could accomplish here in the apartment.
Making his morning cup of coffee was an essential thing this morning. Now though he’d have to wait for the machine to actually take its time and give him what he wanted. “Really should make the equivalent of light speed travel for this damn beverage.” Stretching out his muscles Asmoskon holds his hands above his hand, pulling one with the other to its dominant side and then the other holding both for roughly five seconds. Leaning forward with his hands now at his sides Asmoskon stretches his back.
Moving his hands from his sides down in front of him he feels the hard wooden floor on his palms and then readjusting his weight Asmoskon lifts himself up into the air. Hands stands were just an exercise that Asmoskon always enjoyed. Holding his legs straight up and together his attention was pulled for a moment as he heard the noise of the coffee beginning to come from the top mixing into the glass container at the bottom. His arms bending Asmoskon bends his lower body forward and downwards until his feet touch the floor.
Bent backwards almost to the point one wouldn’t expect Asmoskon lifts his upper body feeling the stress of his torso. He’d been slacking on his flexibility training, a practice that was more important than a good portion of his other chores. A sigh escaped his mmm with the realization of the tension in his muscles. He had enough work already, but knew with the way he employed his body during combat his agility couldn’t be dismissed. So he’d just have to find additional time for another additional thing.
Stirring in the small bed pushed up against the left wall, the red colored blanket that he’d gone to sleep over him was now mostly off the side of the bed with only a small portion of its body keeping it from the floor while covering his left foot. Asmoskon lay on his back, his body drenched in sweat as his form thrashed against nothing, moving one moment as if the very air itself was a prison. The interior of his mind sending his physical body on a collision course to a camisole location that he despised.
Running, noise, blood everything was blurred and yet Asmoskon despite everything had to keep going, he felt them. He felt the arms of everyone behind him pushing him forward to finish what he started. It didn’t matter what he experienced, it wouldn't stop him. He was born for this and he’d complete his purpose. He’d gone through all this before and he’d survive once again. All these thoughts pass through the one eyed young man while he hops over a large root up off the ground. This jungle was a pain, offering those he stood against far too much advantage.
Moving through the jungle wasn’t something that he ever liked, but the first was something different; it was something pleasant even if it had some of the same issues. Then with another step he was no longer there, he didn’t heat the moister or the humidity of the jungle. The sounds of fun shots were gone, the sensation was different. It was hot now, blazing, dry. Turning he saw the desert, its barrenness stretching out beyond his vision. Pausing for a moment he looked out for the one he was running from when suddenly everything changed once again.
A flash of purple hair, soft lips, scars that were believed to be hidden, rough but cute feet and then nothing.
“Nooooo!”
Screaming Asmoskon essentially flinging his body upright as his weight unevenly now sends him over the edge onto the floor of the apartment. Slamming his left arm onto the floor Asmoskon lays for a moment not in pain but in realization. He was still here, still after everything. Emotion swirled throughout his chest as he felt his body heaving in response to everything it’d been doing while he slept. This wasn’t something he could allow to happen anymore, pushing down the emotion as best he could, he wouldn’t shove it away for later. He could kill anyone and anything including these things he felt now. He’d survived it all before . . . . he’d do it again now. . .
6:15 A.M.
Getting up from the floor took a bit of effort, one of those moments that were filled with the singular question of why. This was one of those mornings for Asmoskon, something that usually didn’t go well so despite having some minor plans for what he was going to do today things would have to change. Calming down both his body and reiatsu had taken a couple minutes, but now he felt back down to his normal sensations. So it was time to start the work that he could accomplish here in the apartment.
Making his morning cup of coffee was an essential thing this morning. Now though he’d have to wait for the machine to actually take its time and give him what he wanted. “Really should make the equivalent of light speed travel for this damn beverage.” Stretching out his muscles Asmoskon holds his hands above his hand, pulling one with the other to its dominant side and then the other holding both for roughly five seconds. Leaning forward with his hands now at his sides Asmoskon stretches his back.
Moving his hands from his sides down in front of him he feels the hard wooden floor on his palms and then readjusting his weight Asmoskon lifts himself up into the air. Hands stands were just an exercise that Asmoskon always enjoyed. Holding his legs straight up and together his attention was pulled for a moment as he heard the noise of the coffee beginning to come from the top mixing into the glass container at the bottom. His arms bending Asmoskon bends his lower body forward and downwards until his feet touch the floor.
Bent backwards almost to the point one wouldn’t expect Asmoskon lifts his upper body feeling the stress of his torso. He’d been slacking on his flexibility training, a practice that was more important than a good portion of his other chores. A sigh escaped his mmm with the realization of the tension in his muscles. He had enough work already, but knew with the way he employed his body during combat his agility couldn’t be dismissed. So he’d just have to find additional time for another additional thing.