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Blue Skies, Shadowing Eyes
Aug. 6th, 2012 05:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluesteelrangerCharacter/s: Renne, anyone
Location: Training Grounds
Date / Time: August 5, midday
Rating: Strong PG to PG13, nothing truly awful though.
Status: Open to All for the Event; if I screw something up, lemme know and I'll fix it.
Costume: Damascus-steel-blue "wannabe Power Rangers" suit with red diamonds rather than white.
The morning he'd woken up with something on over his magic-protection thing, Renne hadn't thought too much of it. It hadn't been until he'd investigated it, then attempted -- to no avail of course -- to take the thing off. An exploratory pat-down had revealed a very Ranger-ey type getup: Something he did smile about but still pondered on. It hadn't been something of his own making (if it was, its quality would not have been that great).
Now, with question unanswered and a distinct inability to take his new costume off, Renne explores again. Perhaps he'd find something -- Thump. Clatter.
A brief tactual investigation later find him somewhere between "Pretend" and confronting the demons of a rather extensive past. Sparring with himself, so to speak even as the childish part of him recreates (Without illusions, just imagining) battles from his past. Somewhere, he could almost hear the voices of his betrayers railing against the once-proud Empire he had encountered.
....It would be good to spar Xiria again.
Location: Training Grounds
Date / Time: August 5, midday
Rating: Strong PG to PG13, nothing truly awful though.
Status: Open to All for the Event; if I screw something up, lemme know and I'll fix it.
Costume: Damascus-steel-blue "wannabe Power Rangers" suit with red diamonds rather than white.
The morning he'd woken up with something on over his magic-protection thing, Renne hadn't thought too much of it. It hadn't been until he'd investigated it, then attempted -- to no avail of course -- to take the thing off. An exploratory pat-down had revealed a very Ranger-ey type getup: Something he did smile about but still pondered on. It hadn't been something of his own making (if it was, its quality would not have been that great).
Now, with question unanswered and a distinct inability to take his new costume off, Renne explores again. Perhaps he'd find something -- Thump. Clatter.
A brief tactual investigation later find him somewhere between "Pretend" and confronting the demons of a rather extensive past. Sparring with himself, so to speak even as the childish part of him recreates (Without illusions, just imagining) battles from his past. Somewhere, he could almost hear the voices of his betrayers railing against the once-proud Empire he had encountered.
....It would be good to spar Xiria again.
