the metal blade serenade; [CLOSED]
Characters: Kyuzo & Naoto
Content: An epic, mostly friendly spar between two people who don't talk much.
Setting: On the deck of the 4423.
Time: Late evening and/or dusk for the sake of being less conspicuous.
Warnings: Violence! And maybe some creepy!
He stepped out into open air, the girl following behind him. Up top there was still decent lighting, and as he walked out a little further, decent space. Depending on where the fight took them, it could turn into a maze of targets he didn't want to hit; she ship was damaged enough already. If he didn't take care of his technique it could easily mean ruin for a mast or two (kind of important, all things considered).
And he wasn't aiming to kill--the entire scenario was reminding him of his training days. Back when his teacher would tell him to go through odd challenges that taught skills he was sure, at the time, he wouldn't actually need ever again.
He used to dislike these sorts of things, though now he found the idea a welcome challenge.
Kyuzo turned to face his opponent, to see if she was aptly prepared. She struck him as interesting, having many of the right characteristics for battle. She talked like she knew what she was doing. Kyuzo hoped she wouldn't turn out to be a disappointment. His face never changed, but his stance shifted just enough to be noticeable; his feet were firmly planted in the ground, and his right hand drifted towards the lower handle of his katana.
[[OOC: While the log itself is closed, people are welcome to have conveniently been on deck at the time to watch this go down. Because it's not like they're being sneaky about it or anything. :|]]
Content: An epic, mostly friendly spar between two people who don't talk much.
Setting: On the deck of the 4423.
Time: Late evening and/or dusk for the sake of being less conspicuous.
Warnings: Violence! And maybe some creepy!
He stepped out into open air, the girl following behind him. Up top there was still decent lighting, and as he walked out a little further, decent space. Depending on where the fight took them, it could turn into a maze of targets he didn't want to hit; she ship was damaged enough already. If he didn't take care of his technique it could easily mean ruin for a mast or two (kind of important, all things considered).
And he wasn't aiming to kill--the entire scenario was reminding him of his training days. Back when his teacher would tell him to go through odd challenges that taught skills he was sure, at the time, he wouldn't actually need ever again.
He used to dislike these sorts of things, though now he found the idea a welcome challenge.
Kyuzo turned to face his opponent, to see if she was aptly prepared. She struck him as interesting, having many of the right characteristics for battle. She talked like she knew what she was doing. Kyuzo hoped she wouldn't turn out to be a disappointment. His face never changed, but his stance shifted just enough to be noticeable; his feet were firmly planted in the ground, and his right hand drifted towards the lower handle of his katana.
[[OOC: While the log itself is closed, people are welcome to have conveniently been on deck at the time to watch this go down. Because it's not like they're being sneaky about it or anything. :|]]