[Graded]Thrown to the Asylum
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:31 pm
[OOC: Yaku vs Taisaku.]
An isolated cactus seemed fairly soaked from the morning's spreading of dew. The night before had been long and cold, but as the sun rose, the cool air met heated wind. Negativity surged into positivity, formulating this small warm period of time.
In the distance from the tree emerged Taisaku, a Jounin of the land that the tree was to be owned by. He came from the earth as if it were water, and started walking summoning dust upon each step. The air felt tamed, but his eyes weren't. His golden eyes looked malicious as they glistened in reflection to the sunlight. It was white and low, with the skies blue and most of the land still black.
It had been early. Much too early, but he couldn't care less. He had nothing much to do, and had appointed in meeting this person here. The tree was easy to remember. The man stepping on his shoe was easy to remember...
Although their encounter was brief, the intentions they had were in a certain bond. To Taisaku, it was a battle, but surely it may turn out to be a gentlemanly spar. In reality, Taisaku wasn't mad about being stepped on the foot, but he knew in the man's eyes he wanted something to go on. His eyes looked like they were begging to fight.
Just remembering the man's eyes made Taisaku pop his left hand's fingers, and think about summoning Junbei.
For he too had been waiting for a moment like this.
An isolated cactus seemed fairly soaked from the morning's spreading of dew. The night before had been long and cold, but as the sun rose, the cool air met heated wind. Negativity surged into positivity, formulating this small warm period of time.
In the distance from the tree emerged Taisaku, a Jounin of the land that the tree was to be owned by. He came from the earth as if it were water, and started walking summoning dust upon each step. The air felt tamed, but his eyes weren't. His golden eyes looked malicious as they glistened in reflection to the sunlight. It was white and low, with the skies blue and most of the land still black.
It had been early. Much too early, but he couldn't care less. He had nothing much to do, and had appointed in meeting this person here. The tree was easy to remember. The man stepping on his shoe was easy to remember...
Although their encounter was brief, the intentions they had were in a certain bond. To Taisaku, it was a battle, but surely it may turn out to be a gentlemanly spar. In reality, Taisaku wasn't mad about being stepped on the foot, but he knew in the man's eyes he wanted something to go on. His eyes looked like they were begging to fight.
Just remembering the man's eyes made Taisaku pop his left hand's fingers, and think about summoning Junbei.
For he too had been waiting for a moment like this.