Rain Rain, Go Away
Characters: Yamamoto Takeshi (sword_and_rain ) & OPEN
Location: Open space on the grounds
Time: Nov. 7th, Saturday, mid-morning
Content: Yamamoto at sword practice on the grounds, which might cause some trouble for others if they don't like getting wet
Format: Third person preferable, but anything can work
Warnings: Um, none that I know of (so far)
The air here was chillier in the morning that it was at home. It made his breath ache a bit more in his lungs, made him put a bit more effort into each controlled swing. But where the air was chillier, it was also more moist. He could feel the water rubbing against his skin, mixing with his sweat, and that made using his power easier. He reached out with the new swing, drawing water about the blade like a sheath, except thin, so thin and razor sharp when he wanted it to be.
His brow creased in concentration as he held the thin sheath of water over the blade, made the water move with the quick silver flashes of his sword, felt the ripples run through it in time to the beat of his heart. It wasn't easy, but it was easier than half his defensive moves, which a part of him reminded himself he still needed to practice. Swordsmanship was not all about the offensive, after all.
Taking a deep breath he called to the water around him, reaching out as far as his power would let him, brought it surging in from every side in a wave that came from no ocean. He shifted his grip on his sword, planted one foot and thrust his hips and shoulders. He 'caught' the edges of the wave with his blade and spun, dragging the water with him, creating a tornado of water that made him nothing but a blur.
"Shibuki Ame."
He released his hold, and the inertia of the water sent it splattering outwards as if in an explosion, creating a rain on a clear day.
And of course, Yamamoto would have been totally unaware of anyone in the water's path. Only belatedly did he hope no one had walked to close, or been in the way when he'd drawn the water in.
Oops.
Location: Open space on the grounds
Time: Nov. 7th, Saturday, mid-morning
Content: Yamamoto at sword practice on the grounds, which might cause some trouble for others if they don't like getting wet
Format: Third person preferable, but anything can work
Warnings: Um, none that I know of (so far)
The air here was chillier in the morning that it was at home. It made his breath ache a bit more in his lungs, made him put a bit more effort into each controlled swing. But where the air was chillier, it was also more moist. He could feel the water rubbing against his skin, mixing with his sweat, and that made using his power easier. He reached out with the new swing, drawing water about the blade like a sheath, except thin, so thin and razor sharp when he wanted it to be.
His brow creased in concentration as he held the thin sheath of water over the blade, made the water move with the quick silver flashes of his sword, felt the ripples run through it in time to the beat of his heart. It wasn't easy, but it was easier than half his defensive moves, which a part of him reminded himself he still needed to practice. Swordsmanship was not all about the offensive, after all.
Taking a deep breath he called to the water around him, reaching out as far as his power would let him, brought it surging in from every side in a wave that came from no ocean. He shifted his grip on his sword, planted one foot and thrust his hips and shoulders. He 'caught' the edges of the wave with his blade and spun, dragging the water with him, creating a tornado of water that made him nothing but a blur.
"Shibuki Ame."
He released his hold, and the inertia of the water sent it splattering outwards as if in an explosion, creating a rain on a clear day.
And of course, Yamamoto would have been totally unaware of anyone in the water's path. Only belatedly did he hope no one had walked to close, or been in the way when he'd drawn the water in.
Oops.