YOSHITSUNErumbleking (rumblingdino) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2009-03-26 23:50:00 |
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Current music: | the prodigy : COLOURS |
Entry tags: | sora::wolves_gale, yoshitsune::rumblingdino |
are you ready for the war? bring your colors to the floor [ACTIVE]
Who: Sora Takeuchi (the eldest :|) (wolves_gale) Yoshitsune (rumblingdino)
What: battoru XO
When: Now-ish. Early Thursday night.
Where: Ruins.
Warnings: Violence, language. Etc.
There was little delay, as Yoshitsune made his way, freshly re-belted and blood still boiling from the fight he'd recently been ejected from. He leaned on his wheels, letting the whir buzz in the back of his mind the entire time down there. Calm? He was always calm, always uncoiled to the point of lax, but not. There was something to be said for the way he operated.
This, this was for pride and somewhere, his own assurance. Disconcerned with the world as a whole, he drifted for a time, shoulders lax, Regalia humming away. He stopped in the middle of a clear area, setting his feet apart, digging in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes, his lighter. He lipped one, and lit it, letting the smoke fill his lungs for a second. After a moment, he re-pocketed his hands, closing his eyes, and tilting his head backward, face to the sky. "Here yet, o Wind King?" he asked of the empty space, in a seemingly apathetic voice. The anger burned low in his system, but hot. It would be controlled and harnessed, as always.
He wouldn't stand for the disrespect, and he would finish this as well. To satisfy himself, that pride. No matter what came. At least he'd be comforted when he came back-- the satisfaction of beating Sora for himself, settling himself as the best and showing it to the entire population, as well. If things didn't go so well, then, well, three days of darkness wasn't so long.