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goemon_juusansei[Luceti journal-browsers are greeted with the sight of a man sitting cross-legged in a semi-relaxed albeit focused state, a sheathed sword resting against his left shoulder. A man with long hair and sharp, elegant facial features. While it is not the most fascinating sight by far, there is something about his inscrutable eyes gazing at the screen that quietly commands attention in a manner that may seem slightly intimidating. In the backdrop, one will hear the gentle, calming sussuration of leaves, the light streaming through the canopy of above throwing shimmering patches of light over the shoulders of his hakamashita.
He addresses Luceti briefly with a solemn voice of one who chooses every word carefully, like a poet.]
I am interested in knowing where I may find a waterfall within this barrier. If you have any information, I would be grateful. [An incline of his head.] ...That is all.
[Shutting the journal – he sets it down onto the grass rather than tucking it away into his shirt, for there is training to be done. With a calm purposefulness, he shrugs off the right half of his top, preferring for the movement of his arm to be free and unimpeded; then, the left half follows, sleeve and all, crumpling loosely at his waist. Grey wings freed. He has taken the time to arrange ten thick metal posts of identical length into a circle... and is now stepping within it, readying his body, mind and spirit for a decisive strike.
You are welcome to watch, if this entertains you – but while he will likely take notice of you, he may not be very inclined at all to chat.]
He addresses Luceti briefly with a solemn voice of one who chooses every word carefully, like a poet.]
I am interested in knowing where I may find a waterfall within this barrier. If you have any information, I would be grateful. [An incline of his head.] ...That is all.
[Shutting the journal – he sets it down onto the grass rather than tucking it away into his shirt, for there is training to be done. With a calm purposefulness, he shrugs off the right half of his top, preferring for the movement of his arm to be free and unimpeded; then, the left half follows, sleeve and all, crumpling loosely at his waist. Grey wings freed. He has taken the time to arrange ten thick metal posts of identical length into a circle... and is now stepping within it, readying his body, mind and spirit for a decisive strike.
You are welcome to watch, if this entertains you – but while he will likely take notice of you, he may not be very inclined at all to chat.]
