[ in the training area is a delicate looking man, which is an impression that lasts but a few seconds as he moves quickly and without hesitation - hitting the punching bag - it is clear he is unused to training in this particular way but his aim is true.
he seems a little too serious, too dedicated in his task - as if his life depends on making sure each blow lands where it is supposed to.
when he finishes his latest routine, he grabs onto the swinging back with one hand and smiles at the nearest person: bright, content and a tad naive. ]
Did I do it correctly? This is not what I am used to while training. [ he vastly prefers his sword and the woods, the tell-tale sound of undead corpses hitting the ground after shuanghua has cut a path. ]
[ b; games ]
[ bean bags were comfortable.
they were also not made for cultivators who had no idea how soft they were and how easy it was to sink into them. please excuse xiao xingchen, he's currently taken residence on a bean bag and sunk down and he's looking - well, stuck.
it probably does not help that he is holding a pack of cards with one hand and flailing with the other while he tries to find a comfortable way of sitting. ]
Ah...
[ c; mission, team one! ]
[ much of this world is different but there is something utterly disorienting about being underwater in this manner. xiao xingchen can hold his own with a sword on land but here, like this? his reflexes feel slugging and the unfamiliar equipment he is wearing - while useful - takes time to get used to.
all he knows is that in his current state, he would do better to remain out of the way for those with more experience and keep an eye out for any stragglers that might make an attempt on those trying to sneak through.
xiao xingchen / mdzs&the untamed
[ in the training area is a delicate looking man, which is an impression that lasts but a few seconds as he moves quickly and without hesitation - hitting the punching bag - it is clear he is unused to training in this particular way but his aim is true.
he seems a little too serious, too dedicated in his task - as if his life depends on making sure each blow lands where it is supposed to.
when he finishes his latest routine, he grabs onto the swinging back with one hand and smiles at the nearest person: bright, content and a tad naive. ]
Did I do it correctly? This is not what I am used to while training. [ he vastly prefers his sword and the woods, the tell-tale sound of undead corpses hitting the ground after shuanghua has cut a path. ]
[ b; games ]
[ bean bags were comfortable.
they were also not made for cultivators who had no idea how soft they were and how easy it was to sink into them. please excuse xiao xingchen, he's currently taken residence on a bean bag and sunk down and he's looking - well, stuck.
it probably does not help that he is holding a pack of cards with one hand and flailing with the other while he tries to find a comfortable way of sitting. ]
Ah...
[ c; mission, team one! ]
[ much of this world is different but there is something utterly disorienting about being underwater in this manner. xiao xingchen can hold his own with a sword on land but here, like this? his reflexes feel slugging and the unfamiliar equipment he is wearing - while useful - takes time to get used to.
all he knows is that in his current state, he would do better to remain out of the way for those with more experience and keep an eye out for any stragglers that might make an attempt on those trying to sneak through.
hopefully, it will not end badly. ]
[ d; wildcard away! ]