Post by Kori Ander on May 24, 2013 2:10:18 GMT
Kori had decided that the field was probably the best place for the training. This was after much deliberation, and a few practice sessions in areas that were not strictly the best choice (it turns out that people gave you strange looks when you shouted strange things and punched in the gym; they also weren't terribly found when you glowed odd colors. Though this was rather strange, considering the various VRD's weren't exactly the type to have normal training sessions). So she'd opted for what she considered to be a training uniform, meaning a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, and headed for the field.
There, Kori began working her way through a routine that looked half-martial arts, half-acrobatics, half-insane person dancing to music that only she could hear, which pretty well described Kori's fighting "style," such as it was. She was in the middle of a cartwheel when she noticed something about the sky. It threw off her wheeling so much that she fell flat on her back with an audible "ooph." Soon, Kori was staring up at the sky, where dark clouds were gathering. Except, they weren't the normal dark of normal storm clouds. They looked a little... brown, actually.
"That is most peculiar," said an expert on the subject, tilting her head slightly. As she did, a we drop splashed on her nose. Blinking, the girl crossed her eyes to look at it. A single droplet of brown liquid slithered down her nose, eventually finding its way to her lip. As unself-conscious as ever, Kori licked it and then immediately "mmm."
Soon, she opened her mouth wide, taking in a few more drops. "It is the chocolate milk!" she cried, looking up and beaming at the closest person, who had taken to the bleachers for shelter. "Is this not glorious and wonderful? I wonder if weather is often like this..."
There, Kori began working her way through a routine that looked half-martial arts, half-acrobatics, half-insane person dancing to music that only she could hear, which pretty well described Kori's fighting "style," such as it was. She was in the middle of a cartwheel when she noticed something about the sky. It threw off her wheeling so much that she fell flat on her back with an audible "ooph." Soon, Kori was staring up at the sky, where dark clouds were gathering. Except, they weren't the normal dark of normal storm clouds. They looked a little... brown, actually.
"That is most peculiar," said an expert on the subject, tilting her head slightly. As she did, a we drop splashed on her nose. Blinking, the girl crossed her eyes to look at it. A single droplet of brown liquid slithered down her nose, eventually finding its way to her lip. As unself-conscious as ever, Kori licked it and then immediately "mmm."
Soon, she opened her mouth wide, taking in a few more drops. "It is the chocolate milk!" she cried, looking up and beaming at the closest person, who had taken to the bleachers for shelter. "Is this not glorious and wonderful? I wonder if weather is often like this..."