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Fourth Dive | Action
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kickboards[Action A]
[He always appreciated a good, solid training session-- one where both his body and mind felt reinvigorated and focused from the intense practice that required the two of them to work in tandem-- but even he knew when to take a break and recover his strength, or when not to push his limits.
Never, even during his most dedicated athletic days, had he ever considered training out in the snow.
Bundled up in a heavy sweater, boots, and a thick woolen scarf, he was out in one of the many parks scattered around Union with a Pangoro and a Gallade....and, curiously, a bo staff that was held in his gloved hands. Close observers would notice the intense concentration in his stance and gaze as he watched the two pokemon demonstrate...and those who knew him would almost be able to hear the muttered string of mathematical equations that he was running under his breath as he honed his focus.]
...Length of staff: approximately 1.8 meters, light weight, average flexibility. Arms: apart, with staff held at a fifty degree angle above the ground--
[He didn't have too long go think before both pokemon shared a knowing look and intervened. Hanai pulled his trainer off of his feet in a veritable bear hug, ignoring all sputtered protests while Shiro, ever a practical one, picked up the staff himself...and gently tapped Rei on the head to get the teen's attention before using utilizing the prop himself...as best as he could.
It was made for a human of average height, not a smaller (and slimmer) pokemon.
Rei may have been a hopeless cause when it came to actual combat but, after that incident in the Northern Marshlands, neither Shiro nor Rei himself really saw that they had much of a choice in the matter any longer.]
[Action B]
[It was early evening, and Rei was taking an easy jog down the quieter streets with his little Vulpix trailing behind him. With Salvation drawing nearer by the day, Rei was eager to see all of the decorations that people were still decking their homes with. Every house was different-- that was what made the holiday special.
Every few blocks he would stop and admire one of the buildings, enjoying it for the sheer beauty it carried. The little Vulpix enjoyed it too, and sometimes added her own flare to the show-- shooting up little embers to dance in the air like fireflies before they faded into the snow and darkness.]
[He always appreciated a good, solid training session-- one where both his body and mind felt reinvigorated and focused from the intense practice that required the two of them to work in tandem-- but even he knew when to take a break and recover his strength, or when not to push his limits.
Never, even during his most dedicated athletic days, had he ever considered training out in the snow.
Bundled up in a heavy sweater, boots, and a thick woolen scarf, he was out in one of the many parks scattered around Union with a Pangoro and a Gallade....and, curiously, a bo staff that was held in his gloved hands. Close observers would notice the intense concentration in his stance and gaze as he watched the two pokemon demonstrate...and those who knew him would almost be able to hear the muttered string of mathematical equations that he was running under his breath as he honed his focus.]
...Length of staff: approximately 1.8 meters, light weight, average flexibility. Arms: apart, with staff held at a fifty degree angle above the ground--
[He didn't have too long go think before both pokemon shared a knowing look and intervened. Hanai pulled his trainer off of his feet in a veritable bear hug, ignoring all sputtered protests while Shiro, ever a practical one, picked up the staff himself...and gently tapped Rei on the head to get the teen's attention before using utilizing the prop himself...as best as he could.
It was made for a human of average height, not a smaller (and slimmer) pokemon.
Rei may have been a hopeless cause when it came to actual combat but, after that incident in the Northern Marshlands, neither Shiro nor Rei himself really saw that they had much of a choice in the matter any longer.]
[Action B]
[It was early evening, and Rei was taking an easy jog down the quieter streets with his little Vulpix trailing behind him. With Salvation drawing nearer by the day, Rei was eager to see all of the decorations that people were still decking their homes with. Every house was different-- that was what made the holiday special.
Every few blocks he would stop and admire one of the buildings, enjoying it for the sheer beauty it carried. The little Vulpix enjoyed it too, and sometimes added her own flare to the show-- shooting up little embers to dance in the air like fireflies before they faded into the snow and darkness.]
