Post by Orion on Jul 15, 2014 6:40:03 GMT
"Hair tied back? Check..wolf tail, haha yeah!" A familiar voice filled the gym room, echoing from the walls thay were made to bounce sound back. Two powerful hands grasped thick dark hair and worked quickly to tie it in a neat knot with a spiky-puffy pony tail. The male speaking hadn't been seen in so long but he was back and ready shine.
The time was right, aanyway.
As his hands moved away toward his waist, going for his untied belt. The black material grabbed roughly and tied with haste, the right side going under, over and back around to form a perfect knot. Both tips at the exact same length as well at a satisfactory length. The black belt tightened around his grey gi, that made of a light material with the soft feeling of silk hugging his covered midriff. The pallete was custom set, most being a specific shade of orange and blue or maybe green and cyan. Ozu's being that of grey and dark grey, being the creative beast he was.
The cream of the crop, a aeticle of clothing that truly tied his outfit together happened to be his long and tightfitting gloves. The shade of pure white and going up to the point of an inch under his elbow. His knuckles were given much more definition and depth as well, fingers clenched down and digging into the fabric used. His covered forearm left his waist to tighten up his hand armor, then returning to his sides.
His figure upstanding and tall.
"Kiba-Dachi stance!"
Hanzo called out with seriousness just growling from his voice as his legs spread and bent down. His knees facing opposite directions with his upper body lowered down and his arms now flexed. Fists made and powerful looking, the Saiyajin kept his forearms to his ribcage, standing still to prep and keep a form he'd use again soon.
"Kiba-Dachi iku!"
With the prompt given, the white gloves began rocketing forward and back, pounding the air in front of him. His once visible arms began to thrust like a cannon shooting the enemy.
The time was right, aanyway.
As his hands moved away toward his waist, going for his untied belt. The black material grabbed roughly and tied with haste, the right side going under, over and back around to form a perfect knot. Both tips at the exact same length as well at a satisfactory length. The black belt tightened around his grey gi, that made of a light material with the soft feeling of silk hugging his covered midriff. The pallete was custom set, most being a specific shade of orange and blue or maybe green and cyan. Ozu's being that of grey and dark grey, being the creative beast he was.
The cream of the crop, a aeticle of clothing that truly tied his outfit together happened to be his long and tightfitting gloves. The shade of pure white and going up to the point of an inch under his elbow. His knuckles were given much more definition and depth as well, fingers clenched down and digging into the fabric used. His covered forearm left his waist to tighten up his hand armor, then returning to his sides.
His figure upstanding and tall.
"Kiba-Dachi stance!"
Hanzo called out with seriousness just growling from his voice as his legs spread and bent down. His knees facing opposite directions with his upper body lowered down and his arms now flexed. Fists made and powerful looking, the Saiyajin kept his forearms to his ribcage, standing still to prep and keep a form he'd use again soon.
"Kiba-Dachi iku!"
With the prompt given, the white gloves began rocketing forward and back, pounding the air in front of him. His once visible arms began to thrust like a cannon shooting the enemy.