Post by Adrian Lawley on Aug 17, 2014 16:08:01 GMT -6
Yet another night had passed. This one lacked the company of a girl, though for Adrian this was completely fine. He wasn't an addict, he just liked to use what resources he could when they were available to him. This, for one, included pleasure. It included women. For that's what he found them mostly useful for. Unless, of course, they had other abilities. Perhaps inherited abilities that Adrian himself wanted some sort of access to. Nevertheless, such thoughts didn't at all change his situation or his day. Adrian woke up as normal, slipping out of bed and into a fresh change of clothes. He picked the usual to wear, that being a simple long sleeved button up shirt and pants, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to the elbow for now and he left. Fortunately this time, there wasn't a demigod waiting to confront him outside the cabin, so he could continue his day without putting in the effort of such pointless conversation. The first thing he did was head to the dining pavilion to grab a few things to eat, mainly just to bring up his energy, and then he promptly left for the arena.
Adrian's plan of action for the day primarily involved training in the arena. It wasn't often that he could do this nowadays but it was highly vital. He enjoyed training. It made him feel strong, powerful. Not that he didn't already, but during training this power felt emphasized. He felt fantastic. That was why he was heading there today. Training was something he had been doing since around the age of nine, when he had first picked up a sword and learned how to make it become an extension to the arm, as opposed to a tool. Over time he had become excellent at the sport, or so he liked to think. He had adopted a graceful and quick technique, often sweeping his sword before the opponent ever noticed he'd moved. His blows were quick and strong and it was actually how he had ended up with a few girls in bed. They had watched him spar with another opponent and had thought well of him, desiring then only to sleep with him, which meant he didn't have to play them beforehand.
Before long, the son of Hades had arrived at the armory, where he picked up his favored armor and weapons. He was a duel-wielder, fighting with two somewhat large and very sharp swords that seemed to cooperate well with each other. If not this, he favored a great sword. A two handed weapon which could just as easily be blocked with as swung quickly, dealing extra damage with each hit. Upon having these he quickly headed to the arena, changed into his armor and began to train against a training dummy. It was no competition but it meant Adrian could test his strength with each hit. It also attracted the attention of people who thought him weak and thus challenged him to a spar, as was the case now when Adrian didn't take long to strike down the opponent to the flaw, injured and unable to move much. He was ruthless but it was necessary. Pain was necessary to move on, to get better. That was the beauty of training.
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OOC: I hope this is okay, you could just have her seeing him or whatever and end up with the two making conversation, totally your choice. xD
Words: 570
Tagged: @corianderpepsi
Adrian's plan of action for the day primarily involved training in the arena. It wasn't often that he could do this nowadays but it was highly vital. He enjoyed training. It made him feel strong, powerful. Not that he didn't already, but during training this power felt emphasized. He felt fantastic. That was why he was heading there today. Training was something he had been doing since around the age of nine, when he had first picked up a sword and learned how to make it become an extension to the arm, as opposed to a tool. Over time he had become excellent at the sport, or so he liked to think. He had adopted a graceful and quick technique, often sweeping his sword before the opponent ever noticed he'd moved. His blows were quick and strong and it was actually how he had ended up with a few girls in bed. They had watched him spar with another opponent and had thought well of him, desiring then only to sleep with him, which meant he didn't have to play them beforehand.
Before long, the son of Hades had arrived at the armory, where he picked up his favored armor and weapons. He was a duel-wielder, fighting with two somewhat large and very sharp swords that seemed to cooperate well with each other. If not this, he favored a great sword. A two handed weapon which could just as easily be blocked with as swung quickly, dealing extra damage with each hit. Upon having these he quickly headed to the arena, changed into his armor and began to train against a training dummy. It was no competition but it meant Adrian could test his strength with each hit. It also attracted the attention of people who thought him weak and thus challenged him to a spar, as was the case now when Adrian didn't take long to strike down the opponent to the flaw, injured and unable to move much. He was ruthless but it was necessary. Pain was necessary to move on, to get better. That was the beauty of training.
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OOC: I hope this is okay, you could just have her seeing him or whatever and end up with the two making conversation, totally your choice. xD
Words: 570
Tagged: @corianderpepsi
