junkyarddog: (You were never free)
Ken Joshima ([personal profile] junkyarddog) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore 2017-10-24 02:28 am (UTC)

Physical Training

[Are other things happening here? Are other people even present? Ken really wouldn't know. Almost from the moment he saw the soot sprites, his predator instincts have taken him over completely. They're small, quickly moving targets; it'd be harder for Ken not to chase them, and he's not even trying.

As a result, he's streaked all over with soot, and his arms are already black all the way up to the elbows. He's not even trying to kill them, really; he's more like a dog chasing insects, doing it for the fun of catching them more than anything else. And he seems to be having a blast, even if he's getting filthy.

...actually, maybe it's partially because he's getting filthy.

He's not really chasing them to, or away from, anywhere he's supposed to be chasing them. He's just chasing for the thrill of it, and paying next to no attention to his surroundings. Has he just chased a soot sprite through an area you just cleaned, leaving a trail and big sooty handprints on the floor? (Yeah, he may be running on all fours a lot. With a lot more coordination in doing so than would normally be expected of someone supposedly human.) Has he just dived between your legs and knocked you over? Has he, by accident, chased out some sprites you were trying to get rid of and made himself actually useful? It's all entirely, and equally, possible.]



Rest and Refreshments

[Ken definitely hasn't bothered getting himself cleaned up after his exercise. He's walking in absolutely covered in soot, looking hungry and eager. No doubt Chikusa will intercept him at some point; do you want to put a stop to this modern-day Pigpen first? Perhaps before he gets too close to the food?]

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