Miscellaneous rp. [ Closed ]
Mar 24, 2014 12:16:56 GMT -7
Post by Oshiro Daichi on Mar 24, 2014 12:16:56 GMT -7
A thunderous cacophony could be heard from the frenzied heavens on such an abysmal night where lighting streaked across the tumultuous sky in a jagged fashion. It was upon a mountaintop that a shadowy figure ascended towards the rocky outcropping that overlooked the valley below. Was this some sort of legendary warrior? As the enigmatic figure drew closer to the edge of the cliff and stepped out from the shadows, it was evident that this wasn’t some infamous slayer of men. This person was dressed in a red colored yukata and a black obi sash tied around his sizable waistline. A sword was tucked into the sash, ready for battle, but it had an almost new quality to it like it’d never once seen use. The first thing you’d notice about this peculiar man was that he was awfully short, short and fat. He was breathing heavily as he finished the climb and placed a hand against the mountain to steady his weary body or run the risk of collapsing the exhaustion.
Oshiro Daichi had gotten lost on his way through the mountainous pass. He’d figured the best way to see where he needed to go was to get to a high elevation and than survey the area around him and then determine the proper path to take. From his vantage point Daichi could clearly see that he was nowhere close to where he needed to be and upon realizing such took to complaining incessantly about his situation. The only thing that managed to snap him out of his whining was the feeling of cold rain beginning to come down. Judging from clouds, it’s seem as though much more rain was on the way and that it would be best to get off the mountain as soon as possible. This path was already treacherous enough without adding water into the mix.
“Hmmmm, how best to get down this path the fastest?”
Daichi pondered his situation for a few minutes, absently scratching at the top of his head as he did so, and eventually came up with a solution. He knew he had to play to his strengths, regardless of how few and far between those were, and use them to see him through this tense situation. He tossed his sword down the mountain where he saw a path far below and watched it hit where he needed it to be, albeit with a lot of force. If it was damaged, he’d have it repaired, but he couldn’t have it on his person for what he was planning on doing now. Daichi let his stomach out and his waistline grew by a couple of inches, this was necessary for his plan, as it called for as much cushion as possible.
Daichi would lay down on the path, on his side, and began rolling down the path at a high rate of speed. For anyone else this would have been near suicidal, but for Daichi it was different. Even during his childhood, he’d always had amazing luck and that luck enabled him to survive things that would kill other men. Sure he always got hurt in the process, but none of the numerous injuries were anywhere near fatal. His plan worked like a charm and he flew down the path in a blur of red fabric, black hair, and….fat. He didn’t have to worry about stopping as a large rock took care of that and it only cost him a slight concussion. So obviously it was a pretty good deal. Daichi remembered the path he’d seen from atop and used the memories to guide him to where his weapon was and the correct route out of the mountain pass.
[ cont. ]
Oshiro Daichi had gotten lost on his way through the mountainous pass. He’d figured the best way to see where he needed to go was to get to a high elevation and than survey the area around him and then determine the proper path to take. From his vantage point Daichi could clearly see that he was nowhere close to where he needed to be and upon realizing such took to complaining incessantly about his situation. The only thing that managed to snap him out of his whining was the feeling of cold rain beginning to come down. Judging from clouds, it’s seem as though much more rain was on the way and that it would be best to get off the mountain as soon as possible. This path was already treacherous enough without adding water into the mix.
“Hmmmm, how best to get down this path the fastest?”
Daichi pondered his situation for a few minutes, absently scratching at the top of his head as he did so, and eventually came up with a solution. He knew he had to play to his strengths, regardless of how few and far between those were, and use them to see him through this tense situation. He tossed his sword down the mountain where he saw a path far below and watched it hit where he needed it to be, albeit with a lot of force. If it was damaged, he’d have it repaired, but he couldn’t have it on his person for what he was planning on doing now. Daichi let his stomach out and his waistline grew by a couple of inches, this was necessary for his plan, as it called for as much cushion as possible.
Daichi would lay down on the path, on his side, and began rolling down the path at a high rate of speed. For anyone else this would have been near suicidal, but for Daichi it was different. Even during his childhood, he’d always had amazing luck and that luck enabled him to survive things that would kill other men. Sure he always got hurt in the process, but none of the numerous injuries were anywhere near fatal. His plan worked like a charm and he flew down the path in a blur of red fabric, black hair, and….fat. He didn’t have to worry about stopping as a large rock took care of that and it only cost him a slight concussion. So obviously it was a pretty good deal. Daichi remembered the path he’d seen from atop and used the memories to guide him to where his weapon was and the correct route out of the mountain pass.
[ cont. ]
