Post by Mirumoto Nanashi on May 9, 2017 12:25:46 GMT 10
It’s morning, but who can tell in this endless void?
Mirumoto Nanashi sits in seiza in the almost black room. His palms are pressed together before him. Red dots pop into and out of existence around him. He jumps to his feet. In a breath he slaps the Plasilk of his duster aside and draws the two radiant pistols from their holsters. The music in his ear buds begins.
Nanashi spins, moving his arms like the tentacles of an octopus. The zipping sound of laser fire is almost deafening. Each shot seems to hit one of the red dots, blinking them out of existence. More red dots appear and disappear just as quickly. He seems to be shooting them without even looking at most.
A loud clank of metal on metal sounds through the room as two magazines hit the floor. Nanashi brushes aside his duster and brings the hilts of his twin pistols to his belt, sliding two new magazines right into place. This motion is blindingly quick and clearly practiced.
Another round of dots blink into existence and the deadly dance begins again.
The door to the room slides open and bathes the room in light. A ronin in brown robes stands there in the doorway. A red dot blinks into existence at eye level before the newcomer and is just as quickly shot out of existence.
“What?” says the gunslinger, irritated.
“We are almost there. We should be entering the atmosphere soon.” says the ronin with a sly grin.
Nanashi turns just as green as his clothes. “Alright.” He turns to the empty room. “Kakashi, what’s my score?” The blinking dots gather before the samurai and form the numbers “124/130”
“Crap. Really?” The frustration is clear in his tone. “Alright. Thanks Kakashi.”
The darkness of the room seems to swirl and coalesce into the shape of a Shiba Inu. The spirit dog's tongue lolls out in a doggy grin. The cargo bay appears from the darkness and Nanashi turns to make sure the electroclamps are securing his precious motorbike.
“Just make sure you are strapped in before we hit atmosphere,” says Shinwa as he turns to leave.
“You just make sure that Shiba doesn’t bounce us off the rocks again!” yells Nanashi.
Time to make some koku.
Mirumoto Nanashi sits in seiza in the almost black room. His palms are pressed together before him. Red dots pop into and out of existence around him. He jumps to his feet. In a breath he slaps the Plasilk of his duster aside and draws the two radiant pistols from their holsters. The music in his ear buds begins.
Nanashi spins, moving his arms like the tentacles of an octopus. The zipping sound of laser fire is almost deafening. Each shot seems to hit one of the red dots, blinking them out of existence. More red dots appear and disappear just as quickly. He seems to be shooting them without even looking at most.
A loud clank of metal on metal sounds through the room as two magazines hit the floor. Nanashi brushes aside his duster and brings the hilts of his twin pistols to his belt, sliding two new magazines right into place. This motion is blindingly quick and clearly practiced.
Another round of dots blink into existence and the deadly dance begins again.
The door to the room slides open and bathes the room in light. A ronin in brown robes stands there in the doorway. A red dot blinks into existence at eye level before the newcomer and is just as quickly shot out of existence.
“What?” says the gunslinger, irritated.
“We are almost there. We should be entering the atmosphere soon.” says the ronin with a sly grin.
Nanashi turns just as green as his clothes. “Alright.” He turns to the empty room. “Kakashi, what’s my score?” The blinking dots gather before the samurai and form the numbers “124/130”
“Crap. Really?” The frustration is clear in his tone. “Alright. Thanks Kakashi.”
The darkness of the room seems to swirl and coalesce into the shape of a Shiba Inu. The spirit dog's tongue lolls out in a doggy grin. The cargo bay appears from the darkness and Nanashi turns to make sure the electroclamps are securing his precious motorbike.
“Just make sure you are strapped in before we hit atmosphere,” says Shinwa as he turns to leave.
“You just make sure that Shiba doesn’t bounce us off the rocks again!” yells Nanashi.
Time to make some koku.