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[suppressthedark]

Who: Ichigo Kurosaki (suppressthedark) and anyone who wants to bug him.
What: Ichigo got his body back and decides to go to the arena. And break things train.
When: day 121
Where: The Arena
Rating: Shouldn't be more than pg-13? Probable swearing.



So. The last couple of days had been...stressful, to say the least. A body switch with Orihime, of all people, had left him reeling, not to mention the...argument he'd had with one of the close friends he'd made since he came to the colorless city of Asgard.

And when Ichigo is stressed and upset, what does he do? He works it out-or tries to.

Which is why he's here in the arena, either chopping up dummies or punching them with his bare hands (that, at least, doesn't wreck them completely), looking mighty pissed off at the world in general. A flesh and blood distraction would be nice, even if it's just to talk-or even better, to spar.

...At least, someone better make him stop before he ends up hurting himself.

((As always, bracket tags are welcome!))

Comments

[stormspirit]

[ korra was only out of her body for one day, and she's had it back for two now, but it's so good to be back it was very much disorienting and uncomfortable to be out of it. so what better way to make full use of having her body than by hunting down a place to train??

she can't bend, and korra still hates that, though it helps that she's convinced she's in the spirit world and she knows bending is impossible there. still, she doesn't want to feel useless either, and she might as well learn how to handle herself without bending and just with her own strength.

she can still move through the bending forms, if nothing else, and she does, finishing a firebending rat-snake sequence before she notices she has company. she waits to catch her breath, really just watching ichigo.

closely. ]

Not too bad, huh?

[suppressthedark]

[The voice breaks his concentration, and the head of the dummy goes flying across the room, his daito's blade flashing in the lights as he holds it aloft. Sheathing it, he turns to look at the girl he'd ignored while working out, tilting his head.]

What do you mean?

[stormspirit]

You. You're not too bad. [ she wipes a hand across her sweaty face ] I've seen so many different kinds of combat styles, but I don't think I've seen anyone use a sword since I was eight. Maybe it's worth picking one up here while I don't have my bending.