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Who: rose_liberated , m_sensei_negi , xinshanquangal and open to everyone who shows up.
What: Training and showing off.
When: December 30th
Where: Somewhere in the Galactic Junkyard.
It was called the Palace of Mirrors. Or it would have been if there was anyone to call it that, any reason to call it out from any other arrangement of crystals that confounded the senses. Some let light pass through without any resistance, creating invisible walls. Others reflected light back more perfectly than any mirror. The echoes were equally strange, and a caustic chemical smell deadened the nose of anyone who might hope to use even more basic methods to determine their enemy's location. But even just for shadowboxing against your own reflection, the place was an excellent training ground, if one was interested in something other than pure level grinding.
Such as for instance, jumping from ricochet to ricochet to practice and hone your balance and timing. Which was exactly what Rozalin was doing at this moment.
What: Training and showing off.
When: December 30th
Where: Somewhere in the Galactic Junkyard.
It was called the Palace of Mirrors. Or it would have been if there was anyone to call it that, any reason to call it out from any other arrangement of crystals that confounded the senses. Some let light pass through without any resistance, creating invisible walls. Others reflected light back more perfectly than any mirror. The echoes were equally strange, and a caustic chemical smell deadened the nose of anyone who might hope to use even more basic methods to determine their enemy's location. But even just for shadowboxing against your own reflection, the place was an excellent training ground, if one was interested in something other than pure level grinding.
Such as for instance, jumping from ricochet to ricochet to practice and hone your balance and timing. Which was exactly what Rozalin was doing at this moment.