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sirenspull_logs2012-04-10 04:45 am
blackmoonrising) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-10 04:45 am
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Trying different ways To make a difference to the days
Who: Ichigo blackmoonrising and Terra todomarishi
When: 04/09
Where: The Dojo
Summary: Ichigo's looking for a place to work out and wave his ridiculously large weapon around. What's a boy with no cash to spare to do?
Warnings: None that I can think of; mild bad language at the worst.
Ichigo's got a strange sort of restless energy built up; maybe it had something to do with being stuck in a classroom all afternoon instead of being out in the sunshine. By the time the final bell for the day rings at four o'clock, he's got his books in his bag and he's making his way home to dump them off and find something to do for the rest of the day before the sun goes down and he gets to work.
He'd managed to a small, unexciting apartment in a building in one of the shabbier ends of the third district. It wasn't even much of an apartment if he was honest; one room for living and sleeping and a tiny, adjoining wet room, but the rent was cheap, the neighbourhood was quirky and, more importantly, it was his and he was able to come and go as he pleased from the fire-escape outside his window after curfew, making damn sure he flared his reiatsu before he left to keep the darkness at bay.
But this afternoon, he doesn't have to worry about darkness. It's sunny and warm, and he's got four hours before the sirens. He feels restless and wants to stretch his legs before putting on his ridiculous costume (by his own admission) and prowling around in the night, and he wants to do it without a mask. His way home from school leads him past a small dojo, and he thinks that it can't really hurt to stop and look around and at least see what the rates are to use the space to work out. He knows he can't afford any classes right now, living on minimum wage and making rent is tough, but he's managing, he just can't afford frivolities.
He pauses for a moment, then heads inside.
"Yo, anybody around?"
blackmoonrising and Terra todomarishiWhen: 04/09
Where: The Dojo
Summary: Ichigo's looking for a place to work out and wave his ridiculously large weapon around. What's a boy with no cash to spare to do?
Warnings: None that I can think of; mild bad language at the worst.
Ichigo's got a strange sort of restless energy built up; maybe it had something to do with being stuck in a classroom all afternoon instead of being out in the sunshine. By the time the final bell for the day rings at four o'clock, he's got his books in his bag and he's making his way home to dump them off and find something to do for the rest of the day before the sun goes down and he gets to work.
He'd managed to a small, unexciting apartment in a building in one of the shabbier ends of the third district. It wasn't even much of an apartment if he was honest; one room for living and sleeping and a tiny, adjoining wet room, but the rent was cheap, the neighbourhood was quirky and, more importantly, it was his and he was able to come and go as he pleased from the fire-escape outside his window after curfew, making damn sure he flared his reiatsu before he left to keep the darkness at bay.
But this afternoon, he doesn't have to worry about darkness. It's sunny and warm, and he's got four hours before the sirens. He feels restless and wants to stretch his legs before putting on his ridiculous costume (by his own admission) and prowling around in the night, and he wants to do it without a mask. His way home from school leads him past a small dojo, and he thinks that it can't really hurt to stop and look around and at least see what the rates are to use the space to work out. He knows he can't afford any classes right now, living on minimum wage and making rent is tough, but he's managing, he just can't afford frivolities.
He pauses for a moment, then heads inside.
"Yo, anybody around?"
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He gives the guy his full attention when he describes his powers a little. He can sympathize with the weapon problem for sure.
"You'll have to fill out a form explaining your powers if you sign up to practice here, for their records, and one extra form since it sounds like your powers are offense-based. It's a sort of... you're responsible if you take out a wall or destroy anything else in the building agreement."
Terra stretches out his right arm in front of him, summoning his Keyblade. He flips the blade around by the hilt, holding it backward to prop it against the floor and push up with it, righting himself and the chair again.
"Some people only have healing or defensive powers. They don't worry about the extra form so much with them. ... Would you like to see the practice areas?"