miseris_socios: (weapon of choice)
Ken Amada ([personal profile] miseris_socios) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-11-04 02:47 pm

i'll take you on;

Characters: Ken and open!
Setting: The meadow floor (25).
Format: Either.
Summary: Ken's looking for some sparring practice. Hopefully people will answer his request from his network post.
Warnings: Violence, probably language. idk what else.


Ken didn't really care who came to see him in the meadow. Hopefully it would be at least one person, but he needed the practice anyway. He'd brought a few spears, in case anyone came to learn, but his more sturdy spear was in his hands.

He thrust forward, backward, and then planted it in the ground, using it like a pole vault to leap forward. He couldn't go as far as he used to - he still needed to adjust for weight. He wasn't as short as he used to be. Really, his spears probably needed to be extended, but he'd have to find someone to help with that.

He didn't trust everyone here. He couldn't. Really, there were only a few people he could trust - but that was enough for him. Still, better to give off the illusion of friendliness and openness in a place like this.

... He was thinking too much. Hopefully someone would show soon.
imperialsun: (Persona - Masks)

[personal profile] imperialsun 2013-11-05 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
And who better than a fellow Persona user. Naoya arrived with sword in one hand, gun over the shoulder of the other.

"Hey".

Punctial and spoken as always.
imperialsun: (Emotion - Smile Hand Over Face)

[personal profile] imperialsun 2013-11-07 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
There was a small smile on his face before he spoke. "Why not multitask?"

The answer then: both. He put down his gun so there would only be his sword. "I'm ready when you are."
imperialsun: (Persona - I am thou)

[personal profile] imperialsun 2013-11-08 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Not much time to react. Good thing Naoya had been training nearly every day as he almost a little too easily deflected a pretty strong blow.

"You've gotten stronger." His sword in hand he swung hard at his spear, with the intent of hitting it so hard it would fly out of his hand.