Ashura-ou (TRC Version - NOT FAI'S NOT!DADDY) (wishmadeinfire) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2010-03-17 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | :action, ashura, rukia kuchiki |
[Action/Open]
[Ashura was finding himself slowly growing fond of this place. He had to admit that looking up and not seeing sky but an endless blue sea was nothing short of amazing, and he found the new technologies and endless flow of new people to meet entertaining and fascinating to say the least. It certainly left him little room to be bored, that was for sure.
But now was one of those rare times where he did find himself without something to do. But again he easily solved it. Regardless of being in a new home and never having a chance of going back to his old one, there were habits one could not quite get rid of - especially those drilled into you over the course of several hundred years.
So Ashura stood in a small clear area of the park, sandals and sashes set to the side, leaving him in the light robes he wore for battle and practice. With careful, sure steps he slid through the dance like maneuvers of his sword style: thrusting hands and arms forward in swinging arches, the blade a silver streak through the air, jabbing with sharp kicks - his anklets ringing like tiny cathedral bells. He would have worked his fire into the routine, but he'd found it was tiring here, and it was just to keep himself in shape.
Besides, it's not like he wanted to scare anybody - or contract the ire of Sentience either.]