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route_10652013-10-06 11:43 am
redenzione) wrote in route_10652013-10-06 11:43 am
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Who: Dante Alighieri and anyone else who's interested for a chat
Where: Goldenrod National Park
When: Night time of October 4th
Summary: Someone couldn't resist the temptation of a good fight. It's been awhile since Dante's practiced his own fighting skills; at least there's no one at the other end of his staff.
Rating: PG-13
Log:
[Once a soldier, always a soldier. The fighting tournament recently had lit a spark in his being; Dante wanted to commit to his beliefs and his newfound determination to stay away from battles, but he was merely a man, merely flesh, and the flesh is weak.
So anyone who might be around at Goldenrod National Park at night might see a figure on one of those platforms used for the tournament earlier in the day. The darkness makes it difficult to exactly identify him, but those sweeping cuts are sharp and powerful, and for someone who hasn't been in action for awhile he's still pretty swift on his feet as he dances around an imaginary opponent. Watch him use the natural terrain to his advantage as he re-enacts his battle against some of Hell's demons, albeit much toned down and less gravity-defying physics involved.
((OOC: Dante is up for talking or a spar, though the latter will take a bit on convincing.))
Where: Goldenrod National Park
When: Night time of October 4th
Summary: Someone couldn't resist the temptation of a good fight. It's been awhile since Dante's practiced his own fighting skills; at least there's no one at the other end of his staff.
Rating: PG-13
Log:
[Once a soldier, always a soldier. The fighting tournament recently had lit a spark in his being; Dante wanted to commit to his beliefs and his newfound determination to stay away from battles, but he was merely a man, merely flesh, and the flesh is weak.
So anyone who might be around at Goldenrod National Park at night might see a figure on one of those platforms used for the tournament earlier in the day. The darkness makes it difficult to exactly identify him, but those sweeping cuts are sharp and powerful, and for someone who hasn't been in action for awhile he's still pretty swift on his feet as he dances around an imaginary opponent. Watch him use the natural terrain to his advantage as he re-enacts his battle against some of Hell's demons, albeit much toned down and less gravity-defying physics involved.
((OOC: Dante is up for talking or a spar, though the latter will take a bit on convincing.))
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[Dante's lost in his own world, filled with demons, damned souls and despair. The makeshift staff he had made out of some pieces of wood wouldn't have lasted the tournament, and indeed it's too light for Dante's own liking, but it'll have to do. He just has to be careful not to-
...snap it.
The pieces of wood break apart upon a final strike to the ground, sending bits and splinters everywhere. Dante cast a strange look at the spot, one mixed with apprehension, disgust and worry, before he throws away the remnant in his hand. It's only then that he looks up to catch Katara watching him from the side, and he's completely caught by surprise.]
Miss Katara, I had not expected-!! No, I did not intend for you to have witnessed that.
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Oops? Katara looks mildly shame faced at that, apologetic for seeing something she wasn't supposed to.]
Oh, um... Sorry, I just didn't want to interrupt.
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The fault is mine to begin with. I should not have lapsed back to my old habits. I have sworn off all martial pursuits, but today's duelling tournament just...brought back old memories.