Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2012 3:54:55 GMT -5
OOC: This is a training thread between Kubi Tsure and Taien Hadahou. It takes place in a random warehouse in the middle of the Seiretei. No special conditions.
IC: Kubi Tsure, Academy Student, Defender of the West Rukon, and all-around bad ass. He had decided to have a training match with Taien Hadahou, fellow Academy Student, though finishing up his second year and having much more experience in the human world, if not in combat. After all, not many people can beat four centuries of continuous combat, which is extremely good for someone who is only an academy student. Of course, he wouldn't look nearly as young as some of the other academy students. While they would be in there teens or early twenties, Kubi looked to be in early-mid thirties, with the state of mind to match. He had shaggy, dark brown hair, coming down to his shoulders and cropped short on his bangs. His skin was smooth but thick, and was a pleasant shade of tan. But his eyes were the most interesting: a dark brown as to be almost black, they were full of a pain so deep and cutting, it made you want to cry to look into them. He was wearing modified shinigami outfit, the legs and sleeves ripped off to reveal his thick, muscular legs and arms. They were hairy, but not grossly so.
He revealed his entry into the warehouse with nothing more dramatic than a creaking of the old door. His hands were deep in the pockets of the robe section of his outfit, the Hakama, and his face was passive, and completely neutral, as if he was simply heading into a bar to check the weather. He wasn't overly worried, nor was he rushed; he just ... moved, as if he didn't have a care in the world. However, he moved with a sinuous loping grace that reminded one of a wolf hunting its prey. He strode to the center of the huge warehouse - easily 100 feet long and who knows how many feet high - and stood there, his reaitsu swirling close around his body. To someone with high energy sensory, it would seem as if the entire worlds problems were conveyed through every square inch of that reaitsu. To someone of lower reaitsu strength, it would cause them to run, scared, or become irrationally fearful and want to fight, and destroy. For all intents and purposes, it activates the primal "Fight-or-Flight" reflex. So thus, he stood there, his hands still deep in his pockets, his body casual, as he waited for his next opponent.
IC: Kubi Tsure, Academy Student, Defender of the West Rukon, and all-around bad ass. He had decided to have a training match with Taien Hadahou, fellow Academy Student, though finishing up his second year and having much more experience in the human world, if not in combat. After all, not many people can beat four centuries of continuous combat, which is extremely good for someone who is only an academy student. Of course, he wouldn't look nearly as young as some of the other academy students. While they would be in there teens or early twenties, Kubi looked to be in early-mid thirties, with the state of mind to match. He had shaggy, dark brown hair, coming down to his shoulders and cropped short on his bangs. His skin was smooth but thick, and was a pleasant shade of tan. But his eyes were the most interesting: a dark brown as to be almost black, they were full of a pain so deep and cutting, it made you want to cry to look into them. He was wearing modified shinigami outfit, the legs and sleeves ripped off to reveal his thick, muscular legs and arms. They were hairy, but not grossly so.
He revealed his entry into the warehouse with nothing more dramatic than a creaking of the old door. His hands were deep in the pockets of the robe section of his outfit, the Hakama, and his face was passive, and completely neutral, as if he was simply heading into a bar to check the weather. He wasn't overly worried, nor was he rushed; he just ... moved, as if he didn't have a care in the world. However, he moved with a sinuous loping grace that reminded one of a wolf hunting its prey. He strode to the center of the huge warehouse - easily 100 feet long and who knows how many feet high - and stood there, his reaitsu swirling close around his body. To someone with high energy sensory, it would seem as if the entire worlds problems were conveyed through every square inch of that reaitsu. To someone of lower reaitsu strength, it would cause them to run, scared, or become irrationally fearful and want to fight, and destroy. For all intents and purposes, it activates the primal "Fight-or-Flight" reflex. So thus, he stood there, his hands still deep in his pockets, his body casual, as he waited for his next opponent.
