♞: A little workout never hurt anyone.
Who: furorimperator | kagayakino | Whomever else wants to hop in :)
Where: Residential district - The Arena
Style: First, third [Third is easier for me personally, but take your choice; either is fine.]
Status: Open
Punch, duck, jab.
Punch, duck, jab.
Punch, duck, jab.
The rhythmic litany was soothing, requiring little focus and concentration on repetition to work the muscles and calm the mind. Even though his skills had progressed far beyond this most basic level of training, it was nevertheless a welcome ritual, good for both warm up and cooling down. As it was, the tall General was on the heels of his workout, sweating profusely in the overly warm dojo, but such was how he liked it; tended to sharpen focus and simulate more realistic battle conditions. But still, sticky t-shirts were never pleasant; a long relaxing shower would be heavenly, after he finished his regime down here. Never one to cut corners, he silently counted the repetitions, unwilling to stop until he'd reached a hundred.
A noise from outside caught his attention, but only for a moment; Soldier, on the other hand, got up from his former sprawl on the corner mat and padded to the door to peer out, wondering if there might be any more youngsters about with whom he might frolic. Most of them seemed to delight in the pool and the trampoline room, the former the still-young pup tended to avoid. He barked once, to alert his master and make his own presence known, but sniffed and meandered back to his very important job of chewing on one of Sephiroth's gloves.
Hearing but ignoring the pup - by now Sephiroth had learned to recognize the little mutt's distinctive yips and yaps - Sephiroth reached ninety, ninety five, then finally one hundred before standing straight and taking a deep breath to regulate his accelerated heartbeat. He retrieved a towel from the rack, thumped the pup's noggin for gnawing on his glove, and fished the Dreamberry out of a pocket, checking the time. He was expecting the young man to drop by anytime; and he devoutly hoped it'd be before he headed upstairs, because he wasn't going to be too keen on answering his door afterward.
Where: Residential district - The Arena
Style: First, third [Third is easier for me personally, but take your choice; either is fine.]
Status: Open
Punch, duck, jab.
Punch, duck, jab.
Punch, duck, jab.
The rhythmic litany was soothing, requiring little focus and concentration on repetition to work the muscles and calm the mind. Even though his skills had progressed far beyond this most basic level of training, it was nevertheless a welcome ritual, good for both warm up and cooling down. As it was, the tall General was on the heels of his workout, sweating profusely in the overly warm dojo, but such was how he liked it; tended to sharpen focus and simulate more realistic battle conditions. But still, sticky t-shirts were never pleasant; a long relaxing shower would be heavenly, after he finished his regime down here. Never one to cut corners, he silently counted the repetitions, unwilling to stop until he'd reached a hundred.
A noise from outside caught his attention, but only for a moment; Soldier, on the other hand, got up from his former sprawl on the corner mat and padded to the door to peer out, wondering if there might be any more youngsters about with whom he might frolic. Most of them seemed to delight in the pool and the trampoline room, the former the still-young pup tended to avoid. He barked once, to alert his master and make his own presence known, but sniffed and meandered back to his very important job of chewing on one of Sephiroth's gloves.
Hearing but ignoring the pup - by now Sephiroth had learned to recognize the little mutt's distinctive yips and yaps - Sephiroth reached ninety, ninety five, then finally one hundred before standing straight and taking a deep breath to regulate his accelerated heartbeat. He retrieved a towel from the rack, thumped the pup's noggin for gnawing on his glove, and fished the Dreamberry out of a pocket, checking the time. He was expecting the young man to drop by anytime; and he devoutly hoped it'd be before he headed upstairs, because he wasn't going to be too keen on answering his door afterward.