Post by Rayne on Dec 18, 2016 2:56:46 GMT
Left punch, right punch, left punch, right punch, duck, spin, tail strike... The zoanthrope known as Rayne was going through his morning exercises by practicing his (thus far) largely self instructed martial arts. His way of psyching himself up for what he was about to do today as his routine was coming to a close. He decided to finish it off with something flashy as he visualized the training dummy he had been sparring with. A raggedy, beaten up hand-me-down he found in the trash because he lacked the money to buy a fresh one.
"pew, pew!" he exclaimed cheerfully as he thrust his right arm out and a thin beam of energy shot from his palm, impacting the dummy and knocking it over with a singe mark in place of where it had been hit. The attack wasn't terribly devastating, especially since it was a rush job, but it was acceptable for a beginner, which Rayne still was at this point. His hand tingled from the sensation of firing a ki beam, and he absently shook it in an effort to soothe the feeling. He still wasn't completely adjusted to this, just yet.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this!" the otter said, resting his hands on his hips proudly as he inspected the dummy with a grin. "But it's still going too slow..." his grin changed to a pout as he folded his arms over his chest and gently kicked the worn out dummy. "I guess random street fighters aren't the best teachers after all." Rayne changed his mood once more, padding his way over to what looked to be a training bag of some kind he had propped against the side of the alley he had been training in. He unzipped it to check his things, which were mostly bare save for the zenni he had saved up from winning street fights (after he had begun studying ki manipulation), and his favorite blue and white gi. It didn't have any school emblem on it, but he planned to change that in the future. Once more smiling to himself as he fantasized about the future; Rayne owning his own personal school of martial arts.
"Well, first things first." he said, zipping the bag closed again and strapping it over his shoulder, "It's time I learned from a true master!" his eyes beamed with excitement as he stepped out of the alleyway and began heading down the street towards the bus stop, eager to take the first ride out of Satan City. It didn't occur to him until after he was on the bus and several miles outside the city limits that he hadn't exactly decided on what sort of master he was looking for.
"Crap!" he exclaimed, getting surprised looks from the other passengers at the sudden, unexplained outburst by the little animal sitting next to them. He had just spent no small amount of zenni on a trip across the world, and he didn't even know his destination. He needed to pick one soon, or this trip of self discovery was going to leave him broke and homeless before too long. "Turtle... Crane... Serpent? grrr, which one do I choose?" he muttered to himself, counting the schools on his fingers as he said their names. There were others, of course, but he most likely didn't meet the standards they were looking for.
Furrowing his brow, the otter zoanthrope leaned back in his chair and folded his arms as he grimaced. "I guess I'll just have to see who takes me in first..." he finally decided as the bus continued speeding down the highway.
"pew, pew!" he exclaimed cheerfully as he thrust his right arm out and a thin beam of energy shot from his palm, impacting the dummy and knocking it over with a singe mark in place of where it had been hit. The attack wasn't terribly devastating, especially since it was a rush job, but it was acceptable for a beginner, which Rayne still was at this point. His hand tingled from the sensation of firing a ki beam, and he absently shook it in an effort to soothe the feeling. He still wasn't completely adjusted to this, just yet.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this!" the otter said, resting his hands on his hips proudly as he inspected the dummy with a grin. "But it's still going too slow..." his grin changed to a pout as he folded his arms over his chest and gently kicked the worn out dummy. "I guess random street fighters aren't the best teachers after all." Rayne changed his mood once more, padding his way over to what looked to be a training bag of some kind he had propped against the side of the alley he had been training in. He unzipped it to check his things, which were mostly bare save for the zenni he had saved up from winning street fights (after he had begun studying ki manipulation), and his favorite blue and white gi. It didn't have any school emblem on it, but he planned to change that in the future. Once more smiling to himself as he fantasized about the future; Rayne owning his own personal school of martial arts.
"Well, first things first." he said, zipping the bag closed again and strapping it over his shoulder, "It's time I learned from a true master!" his eyes beamed with excitement as he stepped out of the alleyway and began heading down the street towards the bus stop, eager to take the first ride out of Satan City. It didn't occur to him until after he was on the bus and several miles outside the city limits that he hadn't exactly decided on what sort of master he was looking for.
"Crap!" he exclaimed, getting surprised looks from the other passengers at the sudden, unexplained outburst by the little animal sitting next to them. He had just spent no small amount of zenni on a trip across the world, and he didn't even know his destination. He needed to pick one soon, or this trip of self discovery was going to leave him broke and homeless before too long. "Turtle... Crane... Serpent? grrr, which one do I choose?" he muttered to himself, counting the schools on his fingers as he said their names. There were others, of course, but he most likely didn't meet the standards they were looking for.
Furrowing his brow, the otter zoanthrope leaned back in his chair and folded his arms as he grimaced. "I guess I'll just have to see who takes me in first..." he finally decided as the bus continued speeding down the highway.