Ashura-ou (TRC Version - NOT FAI'S NOT!DADDY) (wishmadeinfire) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2010-04-16 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | :action, ashura, conrad weller |
[Action| Closed]
[Patiently Ashura waited in the park, having staked out a somewhat large, clear area for the upcoming match. It was a sign of respect for Conrad that he had donned the closest thing to his war robes he could find in this place - a tight black wrap of silk around his chest, arm warmers from the base of the fingers to his biceps, twin belts of worked leather about his waist, a long white robe over the black wrap that was split from grass to his hips, and leg warmers from his feet to his inner thighs. His hair was pulled up and back and in a high, neat ponytail, and he wore only a minimum of jewelry - all gold and ruby red.
Taking a breath he began a series of stretching movements that had more in common with a dance than anything else. He flowed from move to move, patient, waiting, though his body thrummed with excitement at the prospect of a spar with someone of skill. Though whether Conrad was his match or not was yet to be seen. Of course, that was half the fun.
And if it proved rather a poor showing for either, the drinks later could smooth it over. Yes, this could prove quite fun!]