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Rei's R&R
Unofficial
All Out
No Stealing
Killing Doesn't Count (though let's try to avoid it for RP purposes)
Terrain: Outskirts of Kirigakure no Sato, near the shore/ocean
We start at Mid-range; the ocean to my back, the village to your back (you can decide who goes first)
Mystogan - "Mask" in sig
Let's have fun with some RP here
Sitting on a large rock, Mystogan stares off into the sunset over the ocean. Such a peaceful day as this, the sun setting over the oceans bordering Kirigakure, made Mystogan grin a little behind his mask. As he stared out over the waters, through the mist, Mystogan's grip on his fan-headed staff tightened slightly, and then loosened to how it was before, holding it lightly, but firmly near the neck, where the shaft met the fan head. His right leg dangling over the edge of the rock, hovering above the waters, and his left knee brought up to his chest, Mystogan was content with his position and the scene. But he knew it would not last. Soon, there were footsteps behind him.
Received my note, did you?
Then, Mystogan stood up, turning slowly to face the approaching person. He had asked her here in order for the two of them to train. Standing on the rock, Mystogan looked out towards his opponent, his appearance almost picturesque. Holding his staff at his side, his back to the sunset which could be seen through a veil of mist, conjured by a small wave crashing against the rocks below. A breeze passed by Mystogan, rustling his baggy clothing as he stood in such a heroic and picturesque pose, making his appearance even more majestic as he awaited a response.
Unofficial
All Out
No Stealing
Killing Doesn't Count (though let's try to avoid it for RP purposes)
Terrain: Outskirts of Kirigakure no Sato, near the shore/ocean
We start at Mid-range; the ocean to my back, the village to your back (you can decide who goes first)
Mystogan - "Mask" in sig
Let's have fun with some RP here
Sitting on a large rock, Mystogan stares off into the sunset over the ocean. Such a peaceful day as this, the sun setting over the oceans bordering Kirigakure, made Mystogan grin a little behind his mask. As he stared out over the waters, through the mist, Mystogan's grip on his fan-headed staff tightened slightly, and then loosened to how it was before, holding it lightly, but firmly near the neck, where the shaft met the fan head. His right leg dangling over the edge of the rock, hovering above the waters, and his left knee brought up to his chest, Mystogan was content with his position and the scene. But he knew it would not last. Soon, there were footsteps behind him.
Received my note, did you?
Then, Mystogan stood up, turning slowly to face the approaching person. He had asked her here in order for the two of them to train. Standing on the rock, Mystogan looked out towards his opponent, his appearance almost picturesque. Holding his staff at his side, his back to the sunset which could be seen through a veil of mist, conjured by a small wave crashing against the rocks below. A breeze passed by Mystogan, rustling his baggy clothing as he stood in such a heroic and picturesque pose, making his appearance even more majestic as he awaited a response.