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station722017-12-29 06:16 pm
shiro2hero) wrote in station722017-12-29 06:16 pm
here I'm nothing
CHARACTERS: Shiro & Anyone
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Red Coast
WHEN: Day 28 onward
SUMMARY: training, shenanigans, general activities around the Red Coast for the next few days
WARNINGS: tba ; nothing for now
GENERAL;
[It should be a time of rest, but it isn't. It should be a time to collect themselves and figure out their next moves, but it isn't. There are too many new faces, too many new voices and minds clamoring. It's a better idea to get out and about. Get the lay of the land. The city by the sea. They've already been here a few days, but he still doesn't feel all that prepared. Maybe it was Bucky's coma holding him back. Now it feels like nothing's really weighing too heavily anymore. So exploring is easier.]
[And, therefore, so is hearing the general gossip.]
[Run into him on the cliffs with the observers. Or watching the various craftspeople in the town. Or even on the beach, watching the water himself, out of curiosity. He'll be around if you need to grab him.]
TRAINING;
[Back in the housing they've secured for themselves, he's shed the disguise. Behind closed doors, it's safe enough. Safe enough to turn his hand on, and practice fighting an invisible opponent. Purple light casting moving shadows across the walls.]
[He'll stop if someone walks in, and he's willing to practice with another Host, if they want. But if left undisturbed, it's like a background character in a Bruce Lee movie, armed with a glowstick is fighting shadows in the house.]
RIDICULOUSNESS;
[Hey, people have to eat, right?]
[Someone, probably one of the locals, thought handing over some kind of alien squash was a good idea -- sort of like how people had thrown flowers on their arrival. So now, witness the local spaceman standing in the shared housing, frowning at the vegetable.]
[He looks at this thing. Looks at his right hand. Then... thoughtfully, sets the side of his palm against the side of the squash. And just. Starts pounding on his wrist with his left hand. Effectively hammering it through the thick skin of the squash.]
[Please stop him.]
wildcard;
( anything else??? )
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Red Coast
WHEN: Day 28 onward
SUMMARY: training, shenanigans, general activities around the Red Coast for the next few days
WARNINGS: tba ; nothing for now
GENERAL;
[It should be a time of rest, but it isn't. It should be a time to collect themselves and figure out their next moves, but it isn't. There are too many new faces, too many new voices and minds clamoring. It's a better idea to get out and about. Get the lay of the land. The city by the sea. They've already been here a few days, but he still doesn't feel all that prepared. Maybe it was Bucky's coma holding him back. Now it feels like nothing's really weighing too heavily anymore. So exploring is easier.]
[And, therefore, so is hearing the general gossip.]
[Run into him on the cliffs with the observers. Or watching the various craftspeople in the town. Or even on the beach, watching the water himself, out of curiosity. He'll be around if you need to grab him.]
TRAINING;
[Back in the housing they've secured for themselves, he's shed the disguise. Behind closed doors, it's safe enough. Safe enough to turn his hand on, and practice fighting an invisible opponent. Purple light casting moving shadows across the walls.]
[He'll stop if someone walks in, and he's willing to practice with another Host, if they want. But if left undisturbed, it's like a background character in a Bruce Lee movie, armed with a glowstick is fighting shadows in the house.]
RIDICULOUSNESS;
[Hey, people have to eat, right?]
[Someone, probably one of the locals, thought handing over some kind of alien squash was a good idea -- sort of like how people had thrown flowers on their arrival. So now, witness the local spaceman standing in the shared housing, frowning at the vegetable.]
[He looks at this thing. Looks at his right hand. Then... thoughtfully, sets the side of his palm against the side of the squash. And just. Starts pounding on his wrist with his left hand. Effectively hammering it through the thick skin of the squash.]
[Please stop him.]
wildcard;
( anything else??? )