We're stuck here without a peaceful day (OPEN)
Characters: Ulquiorra and OPEN
Location: Xavier Institute, school gym
Time: Afternoon, after classes
Content: Ulquiorra is smacking around a punching bag
Warnings: Um...possible PG violence for sparring if it happens. Or if any pottymouth characters show up in the thread.
Format: Starting in third, either is fine.
Simplistic as it was, Ulquiorra had found that sometimes the best way to clear his mind was to hit things. He liked to think of himself as more intellectual than that generally, but there was something cathartic about letting himself operate on instinct now and then. It was one of the reasons he had taken Combat class. The other main reason, of course, was to keep his reflexes in top form. If there were kidnappings happening in a place he considered his current home, it was dangerous to get too comfortable. Comfortable meant getting lazy, and when one got lazy, one became prey.
At the moment, he was just practicing punches and kicks on one of the more durable punching bags in the gym. He supposed the stronger bags had been lined with kevlar or something of the sort, in order to allow them to withstand blows from those with superhuman strength.
He stopped only when he heard footsteps approaching. "Need something?"
Location: Xavier Institute, school gym
Time: Afternoon, after classes
Content: Ulquiorra is smacking around a punching bag
Warnings: Um...possible PG violence for sparring if it happens. Or if any pottymouth characters show up in the thread.
Format: Starting in third, either is fine.
Simplistic as it was, Ulquiorra had found that sometimes the best way to clear his mind was to hit things. He liked to think of himself as more intellectual than that generally, but there was something cathartic about letting himself operate on instinct now and then. It was one of the reasons he had taken Combat class. The other main reason, of course, was to keep his reflexes in top form. If there were kidnappings happening in a place he considered his current home, it was dangerous to get too comfortable. Comfortable meant getting lazy, and when one got lazy, one became prey.
At the moment, he was just practicing punches and kicks on one of the more durable punching bags in the gym. He supposed the stronger bags had been lined with kevlar or something of the sort, in order to allow them to withstand blows from those with superhuman strength.
He stopped only when he heard footsteps approaching. "Need something?"