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[ Reno had been restless these past few days. There wasn't enough on the communicator to read through, no chaos whirling around him, pulling his mind in ten different directions at once. He hadn't gotten the green light to send the mechanical soldiers into the catacombs, there were no new orders, he had nothing to keep him busy, distracted.
But it was more than just that. There was a frustration behind his restlessness, a well-placed frustration that was merely the manifestation of other things he simply wasn't wired to properly handle. Since there was very little for him to currently do until his meeting with the two nations, Reno thought he'd find a productive way to channel that energy. How? A little training.
The communicator was sitting on the ground beside a cold milkshake that was quickly melting, open from where he was preciously scanning broadcasts. What Reno didn't know was that it was sending out a broadcast, and that it was angled towards the higher branches of a large tree in the park. It showed the Turk using a tree as an opponent, anything to channel the energy he was just brimming with. The tree was holding up pretty good, considering. Reno had run at it and started to scramble up the trunk, but once he reached the lower branches, he started to jump from one to the next on his way up, running along what ones were thick enough to support his weight. But it wasn't just a practice in his agility, no. He was using that mag rod of his, swinging around the bramble of smaller branches in his way while cutting through what ones he could.
There were a few slips here and there, but he swung to the next branch with enough ease. Grunts, growls, and triumphant laughs were heard throughout as he sure showed that tree what for. ]
(( ooc: Mostly an action thread, Reno won't be able to hear anything said to him through the communicator. ))
But it was more than just that. There was a frustration behind his restlessness, a well-placed frustration that was merely the manifestation of other things he simply wasn't wired to properly handle. Since there was very little for him to currently do until his meeting with the two nations, Reno thought he'd find a productive way to channel that energy. How? A little training.
The communicator was sitting on the ground beside a cold milkshake that was quickly melting, open from where he was preciously scanning broadcasts. What Reno didn't know was that it was sending out a broadcast, and that it was angled towards the higher branches of a large tree in the park. It showed the Turk using a tree as an opponent, anything to channel the energy he was just brimming with. The tree was holding up pretty good, considering. Reno had run at it and started to scramble up the trunk, but once he reached the lower branches, he started to jump from one to the next on his way up, running along what ones were thick enough to support his weight. But it wasn't just a practice in his agility, no. He was using that mag rod of his, swinging around the bramble of smaller branches in his way while cutting through what ones he could.
There were a few slips here and there, but he swung to the next branch with enough ease. Grunts, growls, and triumphant laughs were heard throughout as he sure showed that tree what for. ]
(( ooc: Mostly an action thread, Reno won't be able to hear anything said to him through the communicator. ))