Waka (桜 002)
Who: Abel, Waka
Where: Dojo, Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Closed
Today seemed to be a perfect day for training: the sky was clear, the air was warm, and a slight breeze from the sea blew southward over the village. The prophet himself decided to walk today, instead of just teleporting to the dojo. As much as he liked a good entrance, he acknowledged that perhaps suddenly appearing in front of a man nearly double his height and size is not the wisest thing to do.
It wasn't a long walk, and Waka arrived after some time to the small cottage identified by his Dreamberry. (This little device reminds me so much of my own world. If only I could open it, merde...) He trotted up to the window and tapped his flute on it.
"Bonjour, Abel-san~! I think this day would be as good as any to start our sparring!" Of course, it might have been better to contact Abel first, but Waka didn't see the point.
It was always fun to be the unexpected one, when all his work revolved around expecting others.
Where: Dojo, Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Closed
Today seemed to be a perfect day for training: the sky was clear, the air was warm, and a slight breeze from the sea blew southward over the village. The prophet himself decided to walk today, instead of just teleporting to the dojo. As much as he liked a good entrance, he acknowledged that perhaps suddenly appearing in front of a man nearly double his height and size is not the wisest thing to do.
It wasn't a long walk, and Waka arrived after some time to the small cottage identified by his Dreamberry. (This little device reminds me so much of my own world. If only I could open it, merde...) He trotted up to the window and tapped his flute on it.
"Bonjour, Abel-san~! I think this day would be as good as any to start our sparring!" Of course, it might have been better to contact Abel first, but Waka didn't see the point.
It was always fun to be the unexpected one, when all his work revolved around expecting others.