1 A crude Arrow on lost on the beach (Invite only/no kill) Fri Jul 18, 2014 10:43 am
Rippa
D-rank
Rippa had left his camp site and traveled down river for the day. He was careful to stick to the river but while he did so he moved around the branches with all his might and speed. He would leap off of one branch and sail up through the air before his hands caught a hold of another branch. Using his forward momentum he would swing his body up from the branch and bring his knees in. His body spinning like a ball as he sailed through the distance until he would uncurl at the last moment and his spin would end on the next branch. He never really let go of his training regiment. It was how he prepared. For the moment though he was investigating where the river let out into the ocean. It was there that he could gather certain herbs that only grew where fresh water and salt water met. He would use these herbs to help the healing process on his sore muscles when he slept as an accelerated healing process. After all the way muscle building worked was tearing the old muscle before letting it heal. This would just do it overnight instead of over a twenty four hour period.
To be honest though he had alternative motives for going to a secluded beach. He was dressed in boots with blue jeans and a black tank top with black leather fingerless gloves. His red coat was left behind for the moment so as not to let anyone identify him looking for a man in a red coat. He wasn't on the run exactly but he was avoiding some particularly nasty individuals. Some nasty individuals he would kill some day later. For now he needed to train in weaponry. He had only just begun to learn the sword but he wanted to learn something also useful at a range. So as he thought about it he figured he would try his hand at archery and see if he could figure it out. Usually keeping blades around a member of the Chi clan was dangerous but thats another reason he was camping out so secluded and away from any road. Until he mastered weapons he would prevent an accidental outburst of blood rage from killing anyone. It was his responsibility if he lost control after all. Still he wished he didn't believe that his own uncle was out to try and kill him. He would of been far happier living in an oblivious state then being filled with all this anger all the time towards his enemies.
Still he had collected a few branches on the way and brought along some of the suture material used for stitching up a wound. He was pretty bad at designing weapons but he really didn't have much choice. He couldn't exactly return to town to buy some arrows an actual bow. There was too much danger in being tailed. So he gathered the right shaped sticks and made his way to the beach where he finally landed in the soft sand. There was an overcast but no threat of rain. So it was warm but not too warm. It was then that he set to work making arrows with the use of a Kunai he always kept tucked into his boot. Carving away any bark and using seagull feathers for fletching. It took him over an hour but once they all looked almost decent for the crap they were he used the suture material to create a bow string. Notching the back of the arrows to fit it. It was truly a sad sight to see. But still he rose to his feet. He drew back the bow string slowly to test it before he picked up one of the arrows and examined it. The tip was dull but for now he just wanted to be able to aim it. He would sharpen them later and figure out how to pierce the target later. For now he notched one of the more crooked arrow attempts and lifted it up in a bad stance. Aiming for a rock before he took a deep breath and let it out as he fire. His aim and the arrow were both really poor though so the first arrow sailed away from the rock and into the crashing waves of the ocean. Rippa just watched it happen with a sigh. Before mentally going over in his mind what he did wrong.
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To be honest though he had alternative motives for going to a secluded beach. He was dressed in boots with blue jeans and a black tank top with black leather fingerless gloves. His red coat was left behind for the moment so as not to let anyone identify him looking for a man in a red coat. He wasn't on the run exactly but he was avoiding some particularly nasty individuals. Some nasty individuals he would kill some day later. For now he needed to train in weaponry. He had only just begun to learn the sword but he wanted to learn something also useful at a range. So as he thought about it he figured he would try his hand at archery and see if he could figure it out. Usually keeping blades around a member of the Chi clan was dangerous but thats another reason he was camping out so secluded and away from any road. Until he mastered weapons he would prevent an accidental outburst of blood rage from killing anyone. It was his responsibility if he lost control after all. Still he wished he didn't believe that his own uncle was out to try and kill him. He would of been far happier living in an oblivious state then being filled with all this anger all the time towards his enemies.
Still he had collected a few branches on the way and brought along some of the suture material used for stitching up a wound. He was pretty bad at designing weapons but he really didn't have much choice. He couldn't exactly return to town to buy some arrows an actual bow. There was too much danger in being tailed. So he gathered the right shaped sticks and made his way to the beach where he finally landed in the soft sand. There was an overcast but no threat of rain. So it was warm but not too warm. It was then that he set to work making arrows with the use of a Kunai he always kept tucked into his boot. Carving away any bark and using seagull feathers for fletching. It took him over an hour but once they all looked almost decent for the crap they were he used the suture material to create a bow string. Notching the back of the arrows to fit it. It was truly a sad sight to see. But still he rose to his feet. He drew back the bow string slowly to test it before he picked up one of the arrows and examined it. The tip was dull but for now he just wanted to be able to aim it. He would sharpen them later and figure out how to pierce the target later. For now he notched one of the more crooked arrow attempts and lifted it up in a bad stance. Aiming for a rock before he took a deep breath and let it out as he fire. His aim and the arrow were both really poor though so the first arrow sailed away from the rock and into the crashing waves of the ocean. Rippa just watched it happen with a sigh. Before mentally going over in his mind what he did wrong.
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