[Closed] Show me what you got, kiddo.
Who: Kurogane and Asellus
When: Backdated to May 9
Where: The ruins.
Format: Action!
What: Followup to voicemail convo between Kurogane and Asellus. A friendly little spar!
Warnings: Kuro can have a crude mouth sometimes, but that's probably about it?
[There's a certain swagger to Kurogane's walk as he heads to the place where Asellus told him to meet her. It's the kind of walk that says 'I can kick your ass and I know it', and it's definitely become just a part of who he is, over the years.
Even these days now that he knows that strength is a lot more than muscle and sinew, a lot more than a sword arm, it's automatic to move in a way that tells anyone watching that he could not possibly be anything but a warrior.
He's dressed in his armor, shirtless beneath it, the shoulder attached to the metal arm still bandaged more as a precaution than because it's an open wound. His red eyes gleam with something like mirth, definitely excited for this moment in a playful way more than one that speaks of real bloodlust.
It will be like training Syaoran again, perhaps.
He's grinning at the thought as he flops himself down on a piece of broken wall in what he thinks is around the right spot.]
When: Backdated to May 9
Where: The ruins.
Format: Action!
What: Followup to voicemail convo between Kurogane and Asellus. A friendly little spar!
Warnings: Kuro can have a crude mouth sometimes, but that's probably about it?
[There's a certain swagger to Kurogane's walk as he heads to the place where Asellus told him to meet her. It's the kind of walk that says 'I can kick your ass and I know it', and it's definitely become just a part of who he is, over the years.
Even these days now that he knows that strength is a lot more than muscle and sinew, a lot more than a sword arm, it's automatic to move in a way that tells anyone watching that he could not possibly be anything but a warrior.
He's dressed in his armor, shirtless beneath it, the shoulder attached to the metal arm still bandaged more as a precaution than because it's an open wound. His red eyes gleam with something like mirth, definitely excited for this moment in a playful way more than one that speaks of real bloodlust.
It will be like training Syaoran again, perhaps.
He's grinning at the thought as he flops himself down on a piece of broken wall in what he thinks is around the right spot.]