[Well, he'll let himself be lead to these training grounds without much of a fuss, and he'll do it quietly with arms crossed and his giant weapon slung around his back. All of this information about shinki and gods and what's expected of them both as partners is a bit too much for him to listen to right now, and he might be a tad irked at finding himself in such a situation. So once the lectures are over, he takes to the sidelines for now to watch the others practice this new shinki power that's been bestowed on them. Gee, thanks.
He really has no need for the magic, and out of instinct, the hand at his side nudges at the spear on his back. He'd much rather fight something head on if he needs to, because at least he knows what he's doing, but he bows his head as he recalls the rest of the information that's been provided to them. Vessel forms and powers, working with your assigned god... and he speaks out in a low, contemplative voice to whoever might be standing nearby.]
Borderlines, huh? You'd think them being gods, they could do those things themselves.
physical training
[Once he's been able to take in as much of the information as he's able to, he steps up to the training grounds where a group of people happen to be sparring. Now this is his cup of tea. He pushes past the crowd and unfastens the spear from his back only to slam the end of it onto the ground once he's in the ring, interrupting whatever might have been going on before his arrival, and he's wearing the cockiest of grins.]
Any volunteers?
[He's bored. Entertain him or something.]
rest and refreshments
[After all that, a spot to rest with a drink and maybe even for a nap sounds real appealing. There's talk of a garden off the dojo grounds that's perked his ears with interest, and once he's had enough of the training and listening to all the squabble around him, he journeys to the gardens alone. Upon arrival, hes greeted with an assortment of drinks and snacks, and he thanks the other shinki for the hand towel that he slings around the back of his neck.
Water in hand (boring, I know) and his hsu quandao in the other, he perches himself in a shady spot on the grass beneath a tree. He unfolds the brochure that he had tucked away beneath his robes earlier, but never bothers to read it - instead, it serves as something more tangible of him being here, and dead than what flowery speeches can accomplish. It rests on his lap, and his fingers toy with and crinkle the paper lazily.
After some people watching, he places the water next to him with a shrug and his arms come up to rest behind his head as he slinks further down onto the grass so that he's laying there, and he throws the hand towel over his dripping face to block out the sun. It doesn't take long before he begins to doze off in the warmth while the sound of chatter fades into the background until it's nothing more than noise.
Guess he'll just wait for his god to show up or whatever.
You know what they say - never tickle a sleeping dark dragon...]
hak | ota
[Well, he'll let himself be lead to these training grounds without much of a fuss, and he'll do it quietly with arms crossed and his giant weapon slung around his back. All of this information about shinki and gods and what's expected of them both as partners is a bit too much for him to listen to right now, and he might be a tad irked at finding himself in such a situation. So once the lectures are over, he takes to the sidelines for now to watch the others practice this new shinki power that's been bestowed on them. Gee, thanks.
He really has no need for the magic, and out of instinct, the hand at his side nudges at the spear on his back. He'd much rather fight something head on if he needs to, because at least he knows what he's doing, but he bows his head as he recalls the rest of the information that's been provided to them. Vessel forms and powers, working with your assigned god... and he speaks out in a low, contemplative voice to whoever might be standing nearby.]
Borderlines, huh? You'd think them being gods, they could do those things themselves.
physical training
[Once he's been able to take in as much of the information as he's able to, he steps up to the training grounds where a group of people happen to be sparring. Now this is his cup of tea. He pushes past the crowd and unfastens the spear from his back only to slam the end of it onto the ground once he's in the ring, interrupting whatever might have been going on before his arrival, and he's wearing the cockiest of grins.]
Any volunteers?
[He's bored. Entertain him or something.]
rest and refreshments
[After all that, a spot to rest with a drink and maybe even for a nap sounds real appealing. There's talk of a garden off the dojo grounds that's perked his ears with interest, and once he's had enough of the training and listening to all the squabble around him, he journeys to the gardens alone. Upon arrival, hes greeted with an assortment of drinks and snacks, and he thanks the other shinki for the hand towel that he slings around the back of his neck.
Water in hand (boring, I know) and his hsu quandao in the other, he perches himself in a shady spot on the grass beneath a tree. He unfolds the brochure that he had tucked away beneath his robes earlier, but never bothers to read it - instead, it serves as something more tangible of him being here, and dead than what flowery speeches can accomplish. It rests on his lap, and his fingers toy with and crinkle the paper lazily.
After some people watching, he places the water next to him with a shrug and his arms come up to rest behind his head as he slinks further down onto the grass so that he's laying there, and he throws the hand towel over his dripping face to block out the sun. It doesn't take long before he begins to doze off in the warmth while the sound of chatter fades into the background until it's nothing more than noise.
Guess he'll just wait for his god to show up or whatever.
You know what they say - never tickle a sleeping
darkdragon...]wildcard
[Have something else in mind? Hit me!]