Moving Past Shadows
Who: Allen Walker (akumahunter), Raikou Shimizu (crimsondownpour), Rinali Li (unchosen_queen)
When: At the appointed time, as set by this entry.
Where: Gym
Rating: PG
Summary: Raikou gathers his students for their first training session.
Warnings: --
The place looked nothing like the dojo he grew up training in at home, and yet once Raikou set foot into the gym, he couldn't help but recall those days when he and his younger sister would stand facing each other, shinai in hands. His mother would call the match's start, and eagerly he and Raimei would launch themselves at each other.
A sad smile touched the young man's lips. It was a bittersweet memory for him. Those days were long gone, his family, long gone. Closing his eyes, he sighed, lifting his hands to pull the top portion of the back of his hair into a small ponytail, bound up with a thin string and a charm. Raikou had opted to wear the usual things he wore when he was out doing the business of the Wakachi. He figured it was probably the most comfortable thing to wear, and still be a little stylish; a sleeveless zip-up shirt with a high collar left unfastened, and draped over and tied about the waist of his jeans was a greenish-gray cloth worn roughly to resemble hakama. His footwear was simple- a pair of sandals. Out of habit he had worn his armbands and the beaded bracelet, but he still felt the obviousness of the missing presence of White Gammon at his side. That's not the only presence you miss, he thought as he glanced over his shoulder, half expecting to perhaps see Gau standing there beside him. He smiled faintly; no such luck.
Well, there was no point in troubling those he was assigned to teach. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind and figure out how the best way to proceed would be once the other two arrived.
When: At the appointed time, as set by this entry.
Where: Gym
Rating: PG
Summary: Raikou gathers his students for their first training session.
Warnings: --
The place looked nothing like the dojo he grew up training in at home, and yet once Raikou set foot into the gym, he couldn't help but recall those days when he and his younger sister would stand facing each other, shinai in hands. His mother would call the match's start, and eagerly he and Raimei would launch themselves at each other.
A sad smile touched the young man's lips. It was a bittersweet memory for him. Those days were long gone, his family, long gone. Closing his eyes, he sighed, lifting his hands to pull the top portion of the back of his hair into a small ponytail, bound up with a thin string and a charm. Raikou had opted to wear the usual things he wore when he was out doing the business of the Wakachi. He figured it was probably the most comfortable thing to wear, and still be a little stylish; a sleeveless zip-up shirt with a high collar left unfastened, and draped over and tied about the waist of his jeans was a greenish-gray cloth worn roughly to resemble hakama. His footwear was simple- a pair of sandals. Out of habit he had worn his armbands and the beaded bracelet, but he still felt the obviousness of the missing presence of White Gammon at his side. That's not the only presence you miss, he thought as he glanced over his shoulder, half expecting to perhaps see Gau standing there beside him. He smiled faintly; no such luck.
Well, there was no point in troubling those he was assigned to teach. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind and figure out how the best way to proceed would be once the other two arrived.