Open Log
Who: Domon Kasshu and whoever decides they want to spar with him.
When: June 7th, late afternoon to about an hour before sirens.
Where: A large clearing surrounded by trees in Sector 7. The clearing is secluded, but far from isolated.
Summery: Domon's gotten rather bored recently, so he decided it's time to see if there are any fighters in Sirens Port that can pose a challenge to the King of Hearts. And he's secretly hoping to make a few friends.
Warnings: Possible language and...lots of hot-headed fighters? Will update as needed. Oh, and I don't care whether you use action tags or prose.
[Domon stood in the middle of the clearing, arms crossed over his chest, waiting. Although he might seem calm to the casual observer, he was actually quite tense; he was impatient for the next challenger to arrive. Every so often he would open his eyes and scowl at the clouds overhead. He wouldn't mind at all if it started raining, but it might keep others from coming. After a moment he would always close his eyes again, making a frustrated sound that was almost a growl. He could wait...he just hoped he wouldn't have to wait long.]
((ooc: Domon's permissions post is here. Please fill it out before responding to this. Thanks!))
When: June 7th, late afternoon to about an hour before sirens.
Where: A large clearing surrounded by trees in Sector 7. The clearing is secluded, but far from isolated.
Summery: Domon's gotten rather bored recently, so he decided it's time to see if there are any fighters in Sirens Port that can pose a challenge to the King of Hearts. And he's secretly hoping to make a few friends.
Warnings: Possible language and...lots of hot-headed fighters? Will update as needed. Oh, and I don't care whether you use action tags or prose.
[Domon stood in the middle of the clearing, arms crossed over his chest, waiting. Although he might seem calm to the casual observer, he was actually quite tense; he was impatient for the next challenger to arrive. Every so often he would open his eyes and scowl at the clouds overhead. He wouldn't mind at all if it started raining, but it might keep others from coming. After a moment he would always close his eyes again, making a frustrated sound that was almost a growl. He could wait...he just hoped he wouldn't have to wait long.]
((ooc: Domon's permissions post is here. Please fill it out before responding to this. Thanks!))