Post by Matrim Katashi Blaze the Third on Aug 21, 2015 17:26:10 GMT -5
The transformation was complete.
David stepped out into the rain of the city. It had been some time since he had been in New York, looking around it seemed that not much had changed. Then again, when did anything ever change so much? He presented himself because there had been talk of many things going on in this area that were worrisome. His hand opened as he looked at the palm, it was his hand alright. Strange just moments ago he was something far different and now he was himself. "The kid really did it."
Even the old rustic sword hung at his side. The weathered blade had all but faced a great amount of damage over it's years and would appear harmless in it's current state to anyone outsider. David knew better of this.
"Hey look at this wacko, carrying a sword around like he's some sort of Orochi member or somethin!"
"What do you think we should do?"
"Hey," David said, scanning the two drunks, "You wouldn't perhaps know anything about the appearance of dragons in this area, would you?" Dragon slaying, an occupational hazard. He had heard rumors of them coming around and to be honest he wasn't keen on dealing with some of them but they couldn't possibly be bringing anything good to MKBt3's life by being around.
"Fuckin dragons, what are you some kind of Game of Thrones cosplayer? Let's beat this fuckin nerd up!"
"You should really reconsider, I don't think either of us want to get hurt tonight." David could see that these two were clearly weakened. Add that to their drunken state and it was clear to him that they were easy enough to take down but it had been awhile and he didn't know if he could properly restrain his strengths after so long. The skill was there, like body memory. His training had done it's job and for the rest of his life his reactions and technique would be sharp. Holding back took consistent practice.
"Forget it, you're not worth it."
A sigh of relief, he didn't want to fight if he didn't have to. Especially since these guys were clearly not themselves right now. He looked back down at his hand and tried to practice the one technique that wasn't still sharp, the one that had rusted. A small gust of wind circled in his hand for a second and then faded.
"Tsk... You've let yourself go," He said to himself quietly before putting both hands in his pockets and making his way into the city.
David stepped out into the rain of the city. It had been some time since he had been in New York, looking around it seemed that not much had changed. Then again, when did anything ever change so much? He presented himself because there had been talk of many things going on in this area that were worrisome. His hand opened as he looked at the palm, it was his hand alright. Strange just moments ago he was something far different and now he was himself. "The kid really did it."
Even the old rustic sword hung at his side. The weathered blade had all but faced a great amount of damage over it's years and would appear harmless in it's current state to anyone outsider. David knew better of this.
"Hey look at this wacko, carrying a sword around like he's some sort of Orochi member or somethin!"
"What do you think we should do?"
"Hey," David said, scanning the two drunks, "You wouldn't perhaps know anything about the appearance of dragons in this area, would you?" Dragon slaying, an occupational hazard. He had heard rumors of them coming around and to be honest he wasn't keen on dealing with some of them but they couldn't possibly be bringing anything good to MKBt3's life by being around.
"Fuckin dragons, what are you some kind of Game of Thrones cosplayer? Let's beat this fuckin nerd up!"
"You should really reconsider, I don't think either of us want to get hurt tonight." David could see that these two were clearly weakened. Add that to their drunken state and it was clear to him that they were easy enough to take down but it had been awhile and he didn't know if he could properly restrain his strengths after so long. The skill was there, like body memory. His training had done it's job and for the rest of his life his reactions and technique would be sharp. Holding back took consistent practice.
"Forget it, you're not worth it."
A sigh of relief, he didn't want to fight if he didn't have to. Especially since these guys were clearly not themselves right now. He looked back down at his hand and tried to practice the one technique that wasn't still sharp, the one that had rusted. A small gust of wind circled in his hand for a second and then faded.
"Tsk... You've let yourself go," He said to himself quietly before putting both hands in his pockets and making his way into the city.
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