speak of the devil~whipwingDecember 2 2009, 00:36:56 UTC
[She normally walks through the village when the weather is warm, to pick flowers and find new species that would occasionally show up. Now, with the colder weather, she simply went for the scenery.
Minatsuki paused when she spotted the Crow some ways away. They'd been training on a weekly basis for a while now, but that made her no less annoyed by the fact that she had to spend that time with him at all. The lustre of teasing him had lost its shine, and she slowly grew more focused on her goal- but she wasn't about to meet up with the guy for just no reason.
Her eyebrows lift at the sight.] What did those trees ever do to you?
gasp! dramatic twist!deadcenter_crowDecember 2 2009, 00:47:50 UTC
[Well shit. He'd been hoping that he wouldn't see that bitch today. Frowning more, he looks over his shoulder at her. Hummingbird. Just great. They already saw enough of each other with those training sessions she wanted and now this. He wasn't in the mood for her any of her shit today.]
If there was ever a time Shinigami had managed to blend into his surroundings, this definitely wasn't it. In his customary way, he seemed to have appeared out of the shadows in the blink of an eye--suddenly just there, although more startlingly than usual thanks to the contrast the snowfall provided.
"Diligent of you to be training in this weather~" Death noted, looking almost like a misplaced Halloween decoration against the backdrop of fallen snow.
Senji looked over at the other and just stared for a moment. There were two questions on his mind currently. Where the fuck had this guy come from and what the hell was he? Other than dressed like crap. Looking around, he watched the snow for a moment. It was cold but eh...he'd live. Besides, he was outside. He didn't care how cold it was when he had that.
"This isn't going to stop me from training." His one eye watched him for a moment. "Who are you?"
By now, Shinigami was getting abnormally accustomed to having to answer this question. He was starting to wonder if most of these people knew Death by a different face than his. An interesting thought.
"Call me Death," he said amiably, making it almost impossible to tell that he could feel the man's negative response to him rolling off in almost literal waves. "I happen to enjoy watching others hone their skills. Do you mind~?
Death. Senji stared at the stranger. He wanted to watch him train? What the hell was up with this guy? But, he finally just shrugged. He needed to get his blood pumping again. Before the fact that it was damned cold out there really caught up with him.
He didn't give a shit really. The tree was a punching bag. This wasn't about improving his Branch of Sin right now.
[Travis didn't pass by Espoir too often, but he glad to have done so today, especially after seeing Senji punching that tree. He stood some ways off, arms crossed over his chest, watching for another minute.]
If you needed someone to fight, you could've just called me. It's not like the tree's done anything to deserve that kind of beating.
[He shrugs. The punching bag comment makes him recall how long its been since he's had some training as well. With bench presses and weights at least. The squats he could still do here on occasion.]
Well, you got that right. This place could use some kind of damn gym.
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Minatsuki paused when she spotted the Crow some ways away. They'd been training on a weekly basis for a while now, but that made her no less annoyed by the fact that she had to spend that time with him at all. The lustre of teasing him had lost its shine, and she slowly grew more focused on her goal- but she wasn't about to meet up with the guy for just no reason.
Her eyebrows lift at the sight.] What did those trees ever do to you?
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Tch. What do you want?
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"Diligent of you to be training in this weather~" Death noted, looking almost like a misplaced Halloween decoration against the backdrop of fallen snow.
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"This isn't going to stop me from training." His one eye watched him for a moment. "Who are you?"
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"Call me Death," he said amiably, making it almost impossible to tell that he could feel the man's negative response to him rolling off in almost literal waves. "I happen to enjoy watching others hone their skills. Do you mind~?
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He didn't give a shit really. The tree was a punching bag. This wasn't about improving his Branch of Sin right now.
A powerful punch was delivered to the trunk.
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If you needed someone to fight, you could've just called me. It's not like the tree's done anything to deserve that kind of beating.
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Don't have a punching bag. This works. I wasn't looking for a fight today.
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Well, you got that right. This place could use some kind of damn gym.
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Hell yeah. Bags and weights and presses to go with it. I'd use that regularly.
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