(35th of Spring, 511 AV) Location: Nitrozian Plaza
Nex sat easy within the shadows of a building, the shelter alcove shielding his eyes from the noon day sun, while bathing his bare legs in the warm light. He hung his feet of the edge in a almost carefree sort of way, looking reflectively at the calm lake water bellow. This city was so different than he had ever had experienced before, and he found it increasingly hard to get some alone time. The little used alcove however served as a perfect place for solitude, and only the murmur of voices nearby disturbed the silence that surrounded this area. It was the most peace he enjoyed since he had came to this place many days ago. With a brief movement he slipped back into the sheltering darkness of the compartment, and stood up, briefly standing still to let his keen eyes adjust to the darkness. His eyes quickly compensated for the change in light, and soon he began pacing in circles really examining the small sheltered area around him for the first time.
Two ornately carved archways, served as the only way to let the light in, the wide openings making him easily visible with good enough eye sight. A lone pillar separated the two openings, and all that was before the opening was a short expanse of lake road that bridged this alcove to the opposite end where more public areas lie. The jump across had been easy for Nex, but even though the distance separating the two areas wasn't that much by his standards, he was confident that a normal human couldn't accomplish such a feat unless they tried some daring stunt off the side of the bridge that bordered the right of the sheltered area. Done with examining the outside, he turned his gaze to the things inside, noting that there weren't any doors in the small area, just a couple of dying plants, a musty rug, a pair of rotted wooden chairs complete with a table, and the scattered remains of something ceramic, likely shattered long, long ago. Nex supposed that this area used to be used for lounging, and relaxing by lake side most likely but with additions to the city, or the death of the owners, it likely became less and less used until it was completely forgotten. If that was true this would be the perfect place for him to stay and likely sleep during his time in Ravok, assuming no body got to agitated about him staying here. They likely wouldn't since there was nothing of worth here, but still you never know.
As he paced around the shelter, he quickly grew bored. How he longed that he would have someone to spar to pass the time with, but at last he was on his own for now. Still not one to view the glass half empty, he turned to face the wall, and began a practice routine punching slowly through the air, more focused on working through the motions than with speed. Gradually his speed increased and as he held one arm close to his body, he punched out with his other repeatedly. With a quick movement he shot out his other hand, and jabbed the air with a vicious strike, while tucking his right hand in to whip his elbow in simultaneously. Gradually becoming more and more in tune with his little imaginary spar, he threw himself to the right, planting his hand against the ground, and with an equally quick motion shot out his other foot to knock against the invisible spot he had chosen. With a slight shift of his weight he completed the flip, and landed easily on his feet, rising up in a battle ready position, the edge of his heel a mere inches from falling into the lake a few feet below.
The warm sun’s rays washed over the back of his heels, and he breathed heavily, sweat covering his bare chest as he looked at the spot before gradually relaxing his guard. He wore only simple sackcloth breeches today, the torn stained material in poor condition due to his rough traveling. A small pile of his other supplies filled up a corner, and he was glad he a retrieved them a few days ago before heading into the city. It seemed they didn't like non-humans to much here so he had to put on a good show. His breaths still came ragged, and to catch his breath he sauntered over to the wall, leaning against it, breathing deeply with every breath. This city didn't look all that bad to him, and truly it pleased the eye, but with what he had learned from some trusted friends, appearances can be deceiving, a notion that was very foreign to him.
Pushing himself off of the wall lithely he tried to remember the practice he just did, and remembered his aim was a little off. Well that was something I’ll just have to fix he thought as he walked over and produced a single gold rimmed miza out of his bag, and then strode over to the center of the alcove. With a flick of his thumb, he sent the coin spinning in the air, and with a fast movement he clinched his left hand, punching out at the quickly falling coin. Disappointingly he missed the free falling coin, but stubborn as ever he bent down and retrieved it, repeating the process till he was hitting the coin one out of every three tries. Steadily he held the coin out in front of him, determined more than ever to improve on his accuracy, and with the same flick of his thumb, sent the coin spinning up into the air. Quickly he assumed his battle stance, his fist positioned in front of him, and as the coin made its way down to him, he punched out, his knuckles connecting solidly with the coin. The small coin flew across the alcove to clatter against the ground a few feet away, the momentum of the punch played out. With a sigh of satisfaction, he walked over and picked up the coin, satisfied to stop at two out of three.
A casual flick of his wrist sent the coin spinning into his belongings where he pilfered it, and he stood once more facing the invisible spot. Hopefully this time he would be more on target, and miss less.
Nex sat easy within the shadows of a building, the shelter alcove shielding his eyes from the noon day sun, while bathing his bare legs in the warm light. He hung his feet of the edge in a almost carefree sort of way, looking reflectively at the calm lake water bellow. This city was so different than he had ever had experienced before, and he found it increasingly hard to get some alone time. The little used alcove however served as a perfect place for solitude, and only the murmur of voices nearby disturbed the silence that surrounded this area. It was the most peace he enjoyed since he had came to this place many days ago. With a brief movement he slipped back into the sheltering darkness of the compartment, and stood up, briefly standing still to let his keen eyes adjust to the darkness. His eyes quickly compensated for the change in light, and soon he began pacing in circles really examining the small sheltered area around him for the first time.
Two ornately carved archways, served as the only way to let the light in, the wide openings making him easily visible with good enough eye sight. A lone pillar separated the two openings, and all that was before the opening was a short expanse of lake road that bridged this alcove to the opposite end where more public areas lie. The jump across had been easy for Nex, but even though the distance separating the two areas wasn't that much by his standards, he was confident that a normal human couldn't accomplish such a feat unless they tried some daring stunt off the side of the bridge that bordered the right of the sheltered area. Done with examining the outside, he turned his gaze to the things inside, noting that there weren't any doors in the small area, just a couple of dying plants, a musty rug, a pair of rotted wooden chairs complete with a table, and the scattered remains of something ceramic, likely shattered long, long ago. Nex supposed that this area used to be used for lounging, and relaxing by lake side most likely but with additions to the city, or the death of the owners, it likely became less and less used until it was completely forgotten. If that was true this would be the perfect place for him to stay and likely sleep during his time in Ravok, assuming no body got to agitated about him staying here. They likely wouldn't since there was nothing of worth here, but still you never know.
As he paced around the shelter, he quickly grew bored. How he longed that he would have someone to spar to pass the time with, but at last he was on his own for now. Still not one to view the glass half empty, he turned to face the wall, and began a practice routine punching slowly through the air, more focused on working through the motions than with speed. Gradually his speed increased and as he held one arm close to his body, he punched out with his other repeatedly. With a quick movement he shot out his other hand, and jabbed the air with a vicious strike, while tucking his right hand in to whip his elbow in simultaneously. Gradually becoming more and more in tune with his little imaginary spar, he threw himself to the right, planting his hand against the ground, and with an equally quick motion shot out his other foot to knock against the invisible spot he had chosen. With a slight shift of his weight he completed the flip, and landed easily on his feet, rising up in a battle ready position, the edge of his heel a mere inches from falling into the lake a few feet below.
The warm sun’s rays washed over the back of his heels, and he breathed heavily, sweat covering his bare chest as he looked at the spot before gradually relaxing his guard. He wore only simple sackcloth breeches today, the torn stained material in poor condition due to his rough traveling. A small pile of his other supplies filled up a corner, and he was glad he a retrieved them a few days ago before heading into the city. It seemed they didn't like non-humans to much here so he had to put on a good show. His breaths still came ragged, and to catch his breath he sauntered over to the wall, leaning against it, breathing deeply with every breath. This city didn't look all that bad to him, and truly it pleased the eye, but with what he had learned from some trusted friends, appearances can be deceiving, a notion that was very foreign to him.
Pushing himself off of the wall lithely he tried to remember the practice he just did, and remembered his aim was a little off. Well that was something I’ll just have to fix he thought as he walked over and produced a single gold rimmed miza out of his bag, and then strode over to the center of the alcove. With a flick of his thumb, he sent the coin spinning in the air, and with a fast movement he clinched his left hand, punching out at the quickly falling coin. Disappointingly he missed the free falling coin, but stubborn as ever he bent down and retrieved it, repeating the process till he was hitting the coin one out of every three tries. Steadily he held the coin out in front of him, determined more than ever to improve on his accuracy, and with the same flick of his thumb, sent the coin spinning up into the air. Quickly he assumed his battle stance, his fist positioned in front of him, and as the coin made its way down to him, he punched out, his knuckles connecting solidly with the coin. The small coin flew across the alcove to clatter against the ground a few feet away, the momentum of the punch played out. With a sigh of satisfaction, he walked over and picked up the coin, satisfied to stop at two out of three.
A casual flick of his wrist sent the coin spinning into his belongings where he pilfered it, and he stood once more facing the invisible spot. Hopefully this time he would be more on target, and miss less.