- ShizuoGremlin
- Joined : 2011-09-01
Posts : 2813
Age : 27
Location : Google Maps
Member Info
Platinum Points:
(59000/99999)
Tiers:
Meetings. [blade/shizuo]
Sun Jan 31, 2016 8:48 pm
Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: N/A
”..ugh.. war’s always give me a crick in my neck”
The Demon of the east blackheart gremory had said. His armor making a distinct clanking and banging sound as all 300,000 pounds of his weight continued to slam against the vanguard bases floor, causing minor cracks to spiderweb outwards, given even in the base the davana didn’t see the point in removing his armor, for it was a part of his training, is discipline, and he had naturally been in this armor and undergoing this particular type of self-discipline and training for over 6,000 years now. It was as much a part of him as his breathing, his skin and his life, he wasn’t going to just step out of his shell even if it meant that, he was causing a slight amount of damage to the property, given this armor also had another important feature that made it all worth it. It drained and made him focus on redistributing his energy so that he didn’t have to suppress it consciously as the armor itself basically did that for him for the most part.
However for now the davana had sat down against the ground, his legs even despite the thick and cumbersome armor crossing over one another as he took on a position that was similar to that of someone who was in a standard state of meditation. The reddened glow of his irises peeking out from underneath the blackened shell of metal that covered every inch of his body at this point, scanning the room lightly, however for now the davana had decided for now, he needed to take a light rest, as he still hadn’t fully recovered in terms of his newly regenerated arm from his fight not even a few days ago in iceland. He had worked his ass off and repelled someone vastly stronger than him and for that reason? For the first time in 6,000+ years he decided that he could afford to have it off, specifically because there wasn’t anyone around, that he was certain of for the moment. thanks to his specialty which was his environmental sensory.
So finally the davana would begin to take off his armor, each piece coming off with loud crashes which would sound very similar to thunderclaps, the helm his arm guards and whatnot crashing against the floor causing some more minor divots in the floor his arms sliding over his head for the moment, as he tilted his head to the side and his whole body would have followed. his spine cracking slowly going from te tailbone all the way up to his neck, gray hair falling infront of his face for the moment before he would have leaned against the wall , his empty eyes shifting across the room for the moment scanning it once more, even though it was an extremely wide, and large circular empty room.
”..I wonder who is leading the vanguard now?”
He had said to himself honestly, because he had heard that the vanguard itself had undergone a management change, and because of that he had primarily come back after his time of inactivity which had led him to lose his job as one of the wardens. Now though he was back and for the most part? He was raring to go, ready to both figure out who was leading the vanguard, what they were like, and most importantly? The Davana Of Bare Hand Combat was ready to get started on his road back into the vanguard so he could for the most part begin making a difference once more. As so long as he was around? He would do what he could to protect those who needed it. It was nothing fancy, but it was his general goal. . .
Hence why, as he used his demon magic to locate and retrieve a bottle of bourbon which he would have opened up and taken a light sip from, letting the subtle burn of the alcoholic liquid sear through his throat and veins. Before settling in his stomach , the davana would be taking a break, letting his shoulders and body relax, as for all he could discern? He was the absolute only person in this part of the base.
The Demon of the east blackheart gremory had said. His armor making a distinct clanking and banging sound as all 300,000 pounds of his weight continued to slam against the vanguard bases floor, causing minor cracks to spiderweb outwards, given even in the base the davana didn’t see the point in removing his armor, for it was a part of his training, is discipline, and he had naturally been in this armor and undergoing this particular type of self-discipline and training for over 6,000 years now. It was as much a part of him as his breathing, his skin and his life, he wasn’t going to just step out of his shell even if it meant that, he was causing a slight amount of damage to the property, given this armor also had another important feature that made it all worth it. It drained and made him focus on redistributing his energy so that he didn’t have to suppress it consciously as the armor itself basically did that for him for the most part.
However for now the davana had sat down against the ground, his legs even despite the thick and cumbersome armor crossing over one another as he took on a position that was similar to that of someone who was in a standard state of meditation. The reddened glow of his irises peeking out from underneath the blackened shell of metal that covered every inch of his body at this point, scanning the room lightly, however for now the davana had decided for now, he needed to take a light rest, as he still hadn’t fully recovered in terms of his newly regenerated arm from his fight not even a few days ago in iceland. He had worked his ass off and repelled someone vastly stronger than him and for that reason? For the first time in 6,000+ years he decided that he could afford to have it off, specifically because there wasn’t anyone around, that he was certain of for the moment. thanks to his specialty which was his environmental sensory.
So finally the davana would begin to take off his armor, each piece coming off with loud crashes which would sound very similar to thunderclaps, the helm his arm guards and whatnot crashing against the floor causing some more minor divots in the floor his arms sliding over his head for the moment, as he tilted his head to the side and his whole body would have followed. his spine cracking slowly going from te tailbone all the way up to his neck, gray hair falling infront of his face for the moment before he would have leaned against the wall , his empty eyes shifting across the room for the moment scanning it once more, even though it was an extremely wide, and large circular empty room.
”..I wonder who is leading the vanguard now?”
He had said to himself honestly, because he had heard that the vanguard itself had undergone a management change, and because of that he had primarily come back after his time of inactivity which had led him to lose his job as one of the wardens. Now though he was back and for the most part? He was raring to go, ready to both figure out who was leading the vanguard, what they were like, and most importantly? The Davana Of Bare Hand Combat was ready to get started on his road back into the vanguard so he could for the most part begin making a difference once more. As so long as he was around? He would do what he could to protect those who needed it. It was nothing fancy, but it was his general goal. . .
Hence why, as he used his demon magic to locate and retrieve a bottle of bourbon which he would have opened up and taken a light sip from, letting the subtle burn of the alcoholic liquid sear through his throat and veins. Before settling in his stomach , the davana would be taking a break, letting his shoulders and body relax, as for all he could discern? He was the absolute only person in this part of the base.
Template By: [THEFROST]