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soul_logs2010-06-23 12:05 am
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Location: the park/training area
Rating: PG probably just for Sasuke's mouth :/
Time: August 17, morning
Description: Sasuke's finally come around to the idea of a Meister, and figures he ought to try it out, since the rules here dictate it must be so. And he's not keen on being weak.
Sasuke wasn't sure exactly how long he'd been in this Nevada. One week? Two? Something like that. He'd have kept better track of the time if everything hadn't been so overwhelming. All the days ended up bleeding together, whether for lack of sleep or for the chaos that was happening not just inside his head, but around him. It was only last night he'd felt some kind of minor reprieve in the place of having just some tea. And a decent pot of it, too. Not the crap he was sure they sold at that Deathbucks place.
Either way, it had been enough to soothe his mind to the point he could get his bearings on the situation. This place was nothing like what he was used to. His Weapon was the last thing he'd expected it to be, and while it was pretty much shit, there wasn't anything to be done about it. Training on his own, while it would keep up his previous training in taijutsu, wasn't going to do anything for what they had to presumably do to win this war. There were powerful people here, more than Sasuke had expected, and just the thought that at the moment he was one of the weakest ones felt like poison in his belly.
It was why he was up early this morning in the training ground. The classes were held every morning, but he'd distanced himself away from the others to center himself. His eyes were half lidded, breathing low as his body worked through various fighting stances in slow motion. He might have lost all of his other techniques, but he wasn't about to let his body go to waste. Each movement was almost agonizingly languid, but the concentration used was just as clear as his impeccable balance.
Location: the park/training area
Rating: PG probably just for Sasuke's mouth :/
Time: August 17, morning
Description: Sasuke's finally come around to the idea of a Meister, and figures he ought to try it out, since the rules here dictate it must be so. And he's not keen on being weak.
Sasuke wasn't sure exactly how long he'd been in this Nevada. One week? Two? Something like that. He'd have kept better track of the time if everything hadn't been so overwhelming. All the days ended up bleeding together, whether for lack of sleep or for the chaos that was happening not just inside his head, but around him. It was only last night he'd felt some kind of minor reprieve in the place of having just some tea. And a decent pot of it, too. Not the crap he was sure they sold at that Deathbucks place.
Either way, it had been enough to soothe his mind to the point he could get his bearings on the situation. This place was nothing like what he was used to. His Weapon was the last thing he'd expected it to be, and while it was pretty much shit, there wasn't anything to be done about it. Training on his own, while it would keep up his previous training in taijutsu, wasn't going to do anything for what they had to presumably do to win this war. There were powerful people here, more than Sasuke had expected, and just the thought that at the moment he was one of the weakest ones felt like poison in his belly.
It was why he was up early this morning in the training ground. The classes were held every morning, but he'd distanced himself away from the others to center himself. His eyes were half lidded, breathing low as his body worked through various fighting stances in slow motion. He might have lost all of his other techniques, but he wasn't about to let his body go to waste. Each movement was almost agonizingly languid, but the concentration used was just as clear as his impeccable balance.
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He'd have to work on his position when he changed back, and he made an offhand sound of annoyance before letting the man go and stepping backwards, putting more decent space between them. Sasuke came to rest next to him, and shifted into a fighting stance. "Find your center," He ordered, and brought his own hands up into loose fists, glancing at Sara to be sure he was copying him.
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