The Desert Flame [Open]

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The Desert Flame [Open]

PostPosted by Reál Midas » Thu Jun 30, 2011 5:39 pm

It was hot.

Not just hot. It was scorching hot. The kind that made you wince as soon as you stepped outside and felt the wave of heat fall over you. Luka was alright with that, no matter how sweaty it might make him. He was used to working with heat. The only problem was the sand. The sand got everywhere. In one's clothes and in between one's toes and possibly even up one's nose if they were the unlucky sort. Luka hated the sand. The only reason Luka really stayed in Suna was because he loved the heat so much. If there was one place to accomplish his goals, it would be here.

Luka walked through the streets of Suna, the sand burning his feet as it caught in between his toes and grated between his foot and sandal. He grimaced slightly and took a left, going to a public water fountain to spray some water over his head and then let the sun dry it before continuing on to the training field. He wasn't actually training today. He just liked going there. It gave him a place to think.

He arrived at the training field within a few minutes. It wasn't much of a field, more like a long stretch of smoothed sand mixed with dirt and with a few sparse pieces of dead brush lying around. Most of the people who trained here at this early time of the morning were those hardcore taijutsu freaks who though the whole purpose in life was to become the strongest fastest person alive.
Luka didn't know much about taijutsu other than his ability to run fast and hit...well hit moderately hard. He'd never been one for much taijutsu.

Leaning against the fence surrounding the large sand pit, Luka surveyed the people scattered about the place with a look of slight curiosity.
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Re: The Desert Flame [Open]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Fri Jul 01, 2011 12:38 am

Shit.

"What the hell is with this stifling heat?" The voice belonged to a boy no older than his fifteenth cycle. Stripped down to naught but britches, a black heft quarterstaff, and a scarf wrapped around his neck there was no doubting that this kid wasn't native born to the Land of Wind. Beads of sweat trickled down his body till they amassed at what was becoming a growing river beneath his feet.

"Didn't you read the travel guide?" His opponent was a lanky fellow with the perfect teeth of a noble. A dull blade was grasped firmly between his fingers as he took a readying stance. He was also shirtless, but had taken other precautions to ward off the heat. Albeit, that did nothing to alleviate the pain received from a multitude of growing bruises across his arms and legs. "Even the devil himself wouldn't vacation here."

"Lucky for him that bugger doesn't owe me money. Last chance, mate. If you win you get double what you owe me."

"I like those odds. Ne'er been a man that's beat me four times in a row. Go!"

Luciano, also known as the boy with a perfect smile, raced across the sand. His stunt bridged the all too large gap that Michio had created between the two the last time they had fought. Invigored by his rest earlier the boy struck with a ferocity matching the hardiest of warriors. Vicious blows rained from top to bottom only to be blocked by mere inches. For a minute he thought it would be an easy victory and then the counter came.

An overzealous strike missed horribly. That was all it took for Michio to upend his opponent by the armpit and across the sand. "That'll be 1,200 yen sir. Haha."

Easy money.

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Re: The Desert Flame [Open]

PostPosted by Reál Midas » Fri Jul 01, 2011 1:12 pm

Luka watched the two guys kick up sand and dirt as they sparred. It seemed boy his age was losing until suddenly the tables were turned and the older guy got flipped over. Money was exchanged. So it was a bet?

Luka raised one eyebrow as his interest grew. He needed some money and it would be fun to beat someone about his age. He could always see if this boy was as good as he seemed. Luka enjoyed a challenge though not in what most people would think. Luka was by nature, a crook and a hustler by trade. Luka cracked his neck slightly before standing up straight and rolling his shoulders. He then proceeded to walk over.

"Hello there."

The greeting itself was presented in a smooth voice, one meant to put the person at ease.

"Would you be interested in a wager? Say...1,000 yen?"

Luka kept his hands open, palms up as if in an offering and a show of civility.
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